Garfield Junior High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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SHIPS IN THE HARBOUR All sorts of queer craft entered the harbour. Sometimes there were the large, majestic battleships or airplane carriers. There were always sailboats of different kinds, and usually one or two yachts. Three times tugboats came in pulling salvaged wrecks, and there were always two or three house boats. Once there was a fifteen foot sloop that had been sailed all the way from Norway by an old sea captain, accompanied only by a dog. Every so often a coast-guard cutter would pull in, sometimes with prisoners who had been caught rum-running or smuggling. Every morning a boat came in with large fish that had been caught in nets laid out the day before. There were also barges loaded with freight of some kind being pulled by the small powerful tugboats. Then there were the tramp steamers laden with fruit or lumber from some foreign country. And last but certainly not least were the large, magnificent liners steaming in from distant ports. Victor Waithman, High Nine. THE HEART OF A HURRICANE Jane Dale stepped lightly from the train and boarded the ambulance which was one of many waiting at the airport. She smoothed her starched uniform and adjusted her head-band with the red cross boldly standing out upon the center of it, then, having settled, she glanced about at the horrible wreck which had been caused by the severe hurricane in Mexico. The trees were stripped of their bark and branches and many of them were lying across the ground, their great roots smashed and splintered. Some of the houses were broken in, some were toppled over upon their side and still others were so battered that the remaining pieces of wood were but splinters. At a step one ' s foot squashed far down into the mud as if one were walking on a great swamp. In the midst of this ruin the ambulance stopped and supplies were carried out for a First Aid station. Jane felt the damp mist which filled the air creep up her arms, and she shivered at the loneliness of the place. The First Aid tents were up and the cots were fast filling with the seriously injured. Many were propped up in chairs and the scene was a ghastly one. Jane was set to work in the tent in which the less seriously injured were taken. She was soon tired for she had never worked under such handicaps as this place afforded, together with the cold, but she simply had to go on. Such work hardened Jane ' s nerve and courage, but her heart softened as a weary faced mother with a baby upon one arm and a little girl hanging, feebly, to her tattered skirt came plodding up to her and muttered, Help! For God ' s sake! Then Jane was relieved by another nurse, as the work was done in relays. While resting, a fearful thought had passed through her mind. Kenneth had telephoned her eight months ago saying that he hadn ' t much time for explaining, but that he was going to accompany Professor Lewis

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young person he could be. He immediately tried diving in the duck pond and so caused a commotion there. Almost before the ducks were out of the water, he was right after them, undoubtedly aiming to show off his ability as a duck hunter. On the hired man ' s advice, we decided to tame Butter (or any other aforementioned name) by making him go hungry. But before we knew it, our screen door had been butted in and nine-tenths of our larder was gone. What had not been eaten had been badly molested and even the canned goods were widely scattered about the kitchen and pantry. Mother decided that we would have the whole house redecorated because our Uncle Joshua, a missionary to China, was coming to pay us a visit. After we finished the painstaking job of painting, we went down to the village for the mail. During our absence an inquisitive black nose surrounded by half grown white whiskers, was thrust under the pantry screen. You can guess what followed that nose through the window. Well, when we returned, our sorrow and wrat h were great; but Uncle Joshua was destined to come to a country home freshly scrubbed even if not adorned with fresh paint. We took our Saturday night baths on Wednesday and went to bed in a flurry because Uncle Joshua was due on Thursday morning. He was joyously received by the whole farm yard whose curiosity was great since they hadn ' t seen a missionary in all their lives. The chickens sat on the gate post and the pigs peered shyly around the corner of the house. In order to show his enthusiasm, Butter decided to welcome him in his own quaint way. When Uncle Josh did arrive and had set his bags down, Butter thtrough friendly curiosity, silently and dexterously chewed the handles off. He then investigated the contents. But what funny tasting thing is this? thought Mr. Butter when he came across the shaving brush. And what is this stuff in a tube? Butter almost said aloud, for you see he was a most unusual goat, and when excited, was likely to act almost human. Sorry as I am to say it, his undue curiosity prompted by Uncle Joshua ' s arrival, was the undoing of Butter . One thing that his digestive tract could not stand, was the sticky brown stuff in the tube, which was insect paste. (Uncle Josh had brought it with him for an analysis by a chemist. ) And so ended the trials and tribulations of Butter . He was buried among the blooming buttercups. Dorothy Ayer, High Nine. THE HEAD BANKERS OF GARFIELD There are two Low Nine boys in charge of the banking. They are Marsden Manson and Eugene Mayer. Their duty is to help the banker from the American Trust Bank. You have probably seen these boys when they are delivering the bank envelopes to your room. Vyelaine Cunningham, Low Nine,

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on an expedition to Mexico in place of Doane, who had been unable to make it. With a hurried goodbye, he had hung up. Since that night she had not heard from him except through a telegram saying that he arrived safely in Mexico. What if Kenneth was one of the hundreds of people who had been killed! In the excitement she had not thought of that; but, while in the midst of these thoughts she was called to work among the seriously injured, those occupying cots. She was kept busier than ever because more preparation was needed for these people. Many of the rescuers collapsed after they had reached this temporary hospital, and there was little space for every-one. Jane tried to smile to cheer the downcast looks which she saw on every side and must have succeeded, for one man feebly turned his face towards her and attempted to smile though his face was white and strained. She was about to walk on when a weak mumble caused her to turn about. The man had lifted himself, slightly, and was looking at her. She stopped. Then, with a cry of wonder, she ran to the cot. Kenneth! she cried as she knelt down and looked into his drawn features. He smiled. A terrible hurricane had reunited two young people. Note: This story taken from ' ' Hurricane in Mexico. ' Christine Martino, High Nine.