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

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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.

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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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JUNIOR TRAFFIC SQUAD T he Garfield Junior Traffic Squad is divided into two main divisions, each serving a half semester. The division has two squads, one for the morning and one for the afternoon. A squad is composed of a sergeant, two corporals, and two officers. Over all is the top ser- geant. As to service, the Garfield squad ranks high among the best. Here are the members: Top Sergeant, Edward Smith; Sergeants, George Scott, Louis Horton, Ray Sears, and Griffith Borgeson; First Corporals, George Agee, Roy Foley, and Leo Frick; Second Corporals, Richard Knights, Armand Johnson, Robert Walferdinger, and Melvin Evans; First Officers, Kenneth Owen, Robert Weirick, Alfred Naphan, and George Ward; Second Officers, Erwin Oliveira, Ellsworth Rouse, Leo Frentzen, and Jerry Nelson; Substitutes, Bill Johnson, Langley Cormon, Fred Edwards, and Tom Kelley. Robert Connell, Loil ' Nine. GARFIELD BICYCLE POLICE Sam Goodenough, Richard Jones, Herbert Holt, Peter Nettleman, and Eric Creswell comprise the bicycle police in Garfield. They have been serving for two terms and their work is of much value. They see that the bicycles in the bicycle room are kept in order so that they are not damaged. They enforce the rule keeping boys from riding bicycles on the playgrounds to prevent any possible injury to pupils. Since the bicycle pohce have been tending the bicycle room no bicycles have been stolen from there. The ' bicycle police do very good work and they should be highly complimented for it. Bob Doane, Loiv Nine.