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

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LITE RAT U R E LITERARY CONTEST OF 193 5 Again this term, Garfield sponsored a short story and poetry contest. The following were winners: Ninth Grade STORY WINNERS First prize, Betty Garges, Virtue Has Its Reward ; second prize, Hal Sams; third prize, Emily Stout. Honorable mention: first, Sylvia Berry; second Hinsdale Latour; third, Dorothy Peters; fourth, Howard Cook; fifth, Betty Ricker; sixth, Eleanor Galvin. Eighth Grade First, Marilyn Cox, Tommy, The Communistic Cat ; second, Helen Bashford Smith; third, Barbara Cross. Honorable mention: first, Stuart Wilson; second, Claris McAlhster; third, Gordon Connell; fourth, Marion Badger; fifth, Jean Gabbert; sixth. May Nelson; seventh, Leslie Jean Smith. Seventh Grade First, Terry Jeeves, A Mishap in Space ; second, Richard Hanson; third, Sara Helen Lee. Honorable mention: first, Patricia Reed; second. Jack Jones; third, Jean Reinecke; fourth, Rahila Cavagnaro; fifth, Joy McCarty; sixth, Edith Finch; seventh, Cennaro Filice. Ninth Grade POETRY WINNERS First, Mary Allene Acree, Ode to a Grecian Urn ; second, Louis Judd; third, Elizabeth Gill. Honorable Mention: first, Nadine Foreman; second, Eugenia Mjed- loff; third, Ethel Dievich; fourth. Odes written by Miss Stone ' s class; fifth, Joe Gunning; sixth, Dick Raftery; seventh, Cameron Cattermole; eighth, Hal Sams; ninth, Edna Youngs; tenth, John Brenneis; eleventh, Howard Cook; twelfth, Dorothy Butterfield; thirteenth, Marjorie New- comb. Eighth Grade First prize, Gordon Connell, Reverie ; second prize, Marian Bad- ger; third, George McPherson. Honorable mention: first, Marian Badger; second, Peggy Goldswor- thy; third, Beth Koch; fourth, Clyde Paxton; fifth, Bernice Kelner; sixth, Jill Turner; seventh, Beverly Harvey; eighth, Gordon Connell; ninth, George McPherson; tenth, Sally Lou Bubb. Seventh Grade First prize, WiUiam Hollingsworth, Desert Land ; second prize, John Eggleston; third, Renata Poeschal. Honorable mention: first, Anne Jack; second, Ruth Long; third, Marjorie McClelland; fourth, George Yonekura; fifth, Adam Fikso; sixth, Elaine Shapero; seventh, Terry Jeeves; eighth, Barbara Beckwith; ninth, Patsy Caldwell; tenth. Jack Stewart; eleventh, Doris Sandner; twelfth, Helen Eveleth.

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LITERAE LATINAE The Latin students have enjoyed submitting some of their stories and jokes for the Gleaner. Some of the best stories were chosen by the Latin teachers, HERCULES ET SERPENTES Hercules in Graecia habitabat. Hie hominum yahdissimus fuisse dicitur. At Juno, regina deorum, Herculem oderat et eum occidere voluit. Misit igitur duas serpentes; hi noctu in cubiculum Herculis venerunt, ubi Hercules cum fratre suo dormiebat. Non in cunis, autem, sed in scuto magno cubebant. Serpentes scutum movebant; itaque pueri e somno excitati sunt. Frater Herculis magna voce exclamavit, sed Hercules ipse, fortissi- mus puer, haudquaquam territus est. Parvis manibus suis serpentes statim prehendit et colla earum compressit. Hoc modo puer fortis serpentes occidit. Ann Skillman, Low Nine. CLAUDIA ET LATRO Longe puella parva habitat, quae olim fuit vehementer mala puella. Eius mater ei dixit Claudia, latro pessimus in agris nostris visus est. Prope villam lude. Claudia in aream cucurrit, et pupam cum ea tulit. Canem eius vocavit, et in agros ierunt. Claudia non latronem vidit, itaque laeta cum pupa pulchra eius ludere coepit. Canis pupam in tergo vehebat, cum subito Claudia latronem videret ! Ad villam currere coepit, sed latro in earn saxa magna iecit, et mox Claudiam miseram ceperat! Latro securem habuit, et prope eius caput eam tenebat. Mox caput eius abscisurus erat! Interim canis ad Claudiae matrem celeriter cucurrerat. Mater militem vaildum vocavit, et canis eos ad locum duxit ubi latro et Claudia erant. Mox miles latronem cepit, et eum ad oppidum duxit. Claudia domum ad lectum iit, nam erat territa defessaque. Diu ea in agris non lusit. Beverly Harvey, Low Eight. The best original composition written in Hp Spanish Class was El Lechero (The Milkman ) by Lois Louise Bryan. EL LECHERO Uno-dos-tres-cuatro — ? Estas cansado, don Quijote? Solo tenemos que parar en diez casas mas. Pronto ! Debe ser entregada la leche en tiempo para el desayuno. Callatel Haces demasiado ruido; me dispensaran por despertar a los americanos — ! Tra-la-la! ' Pajarillo, pajarillo, Pajarillo, baranquefio ! No es esta una lidisima cancion, don Quijote? Ahora-aqui paramos. Hola! Buenos dias, Chuca. Que tal? Yo? Muy bien, gracias, y don Quijote tambien. Le ve Ud. alii en la calle? Burro, callate. Hace muchisimo ruido, pero siempre esta alegre como yo. No, Chucha? Pues — adios. Andale, mi burrito — Tra-la-la! Lois Luisa Bryan, High Nine.

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VIRTUE HAS ITS REWx RD They called him a Red. They called him that because he didn ' t have a job. He tramped the streets day after day, hour after hour, but just couldn ' t seem to get a job. He knew it as well as did his loyal wife. She knew he had sacrificed his pride to take any kind of job. She could hear him now, trudging up the dark stairs of the tenement house in which they lived. She could hear him through the thin walls and the thin door, symbolic of their thin, meager existence. She wished she could get away from all this. She longed to be free, to leave behind the cramped city. When he came in, she could see by his face, sad and defeated, and by . his step, slow and halting, that he had not been successful. Oh, Michael, she said, Go to bed, and I ' ll fix you a bite to eat before you go to sleep. She tried to be comforting, but she knew all the while that they had hardly enough food to last another day. Then she saw that he had spent a few pennies to buy a newspaper, and she eagerly reached for it. He handed it to her with a feeble smile saying, A present for you. Happy birthday! This with a hint of irony. After he had gone to bed, she shaded the dim light and tenderly opened the newspaper, for she hardly left the dark rooms and was eager for news. A brilliantly colored page with large headlines immediately attracted her gaze. It was announcing a contest being held for anyone who wanted to enter. Her eyes were dazzled by the enormous sums of money to be awarded and she did not bother to look at the lesser prizes, for sud- denly, she came upon an idea for the last line of the jingle on the page. Any one of these prizes would be enough to start them on a home- stead out in the open spaces where she longed to be and to take them away from the big city which she hated with all her heart. When she mailed her entry the next morning, Michael laughed at her but she was not discouraged by his indifference. Finally, after what seemed ages, the day came when the winners were to be announced, and she bought a paper with the few pennies she had saved. She eagerly opened the page, and after scanning the pages she found her name. She had won twelfth prize, a free trip to New York, the big city. Betty Gargas, High Nine. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A ROCKY HILL Many years ago, I was a high grassy hill, calmly looking over the Bay. Through the grass on my sides ran countless, happy squirrels, gophers, and rabbits. Only the patter of their tiny scampering feet and the whistling of the wind about my head broke the stillness of the long, happy days. No trees grew on my sides because the rock lying just beneath my grassy coat prevented their gaining any foothold. On clear days, I occasionally saw a great band of grazing cattle from some distant Spanish rancho upon the level plain between my feet and the water. Many years passed. White-sailed ships appeared upon the Bay.