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

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passengers were complaining of the intense heat, even though the ship ' s refrigeration was on. Hook it up, ordered Aero. Would it work? The question flashed through every mind on board. Or was it too late? The ship stopped. It started forward very slowly. Burst after burst of rockets came from the ship. Slowly, it picked up momentum and, finally, shot forward to reach cooler space. Several days later, they sighted Eureka, Mars. As they landed, Gene jokingly said to Aero, ' T thought this was going to be a record trip? It wasn ' t a record trip, but I made record time fixing that generator, replied Aero. Terry Jeeves, Low Seven. THE SEA The water was as calm and even as a highly polished sword. The sun on the water was a lane of sparkling gold disappearing over the horizon. The sky was a pale blue without depth; the stillness of the air threatened an unknown danger. But what danger could there be in such a death-like place? Then came darkness. Little wavelets, -gently blown before the increas- ing wind, lapped against the becalmed craft. The ship ' s wings, spread toward the black heavens, made a cup to catch the fleeting breeze. Out of the distance rushed the wind, like a dog freed of the chain. It tore its way through the bloated sail and left it in ribbons, as lightning to a towering tree. Gigantic mountains hurled themselves at the walls of the ship. Slowly the frail craft fought its way to the crest of the sea, then plunged down into the boiling mass that showered white foam over its deck-gear. As if in one last effort, the sea crashed its way through the splintered armor and poured into the vitals of the beaten vessel, gurgling into every compartment, smothering every mouth, then dragged all to the rocks below. Morning came. Into the sky climbed the sun. There were pink clouds all around it. Golden beams played on the water below. Yes — how peaceful it looked! What a difference in the scene that had taken place but a few hours before! Yet all that was left was a splintered piece of bobbing wood here and there. Hinsdale Latour, High Nine. MY DOG He was black all over, with only one small white spot on his leg. I called him Blackie. He was a bird dog. My father and I used to take him hunting with us all the time. I had great fun with him for about six years. When he died, I didn ' t know exactly what to do with myself and I didn ' t get over the loss for a long time. I have never had another dog. Bob Aldea, High Nine.

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from behind him. ' Oh-h-hl my little- Percy Archibald, my darling little kitten! Turning around, he discovered a white haired old lady coming toward him with her arms outstretched. Horrors, and she looked like a loyal American citizen! Then something terrible happened. She picked him up. As she held him in her arms, he gave a feeble communistic Meow and then, for the first time in his cat life, he thought a patriotic thought. His inards did seem in need of some food. And he was rather tired of being a communistic cat. Nothing ever happened. It wouldn ' t hurt any- thing if he pretended to be this lady ' s long-lost Percy Archibald. As his thoughts were thus busily occupied, he scarcely noticed that he was being carried back into that same, beautiful garden from which he had just come. As they went up the lawn toward a large, pretentious house, the old lady put him down before a green lawn chair saying, You remember little Fluffykins, don ' t you? I got her the day before you got lost. You had better get acquainted again. As Tommy shyly peeked at the little, grey figure in the lawn chair, he was humming, My Country ' Tis of Thee. Marilyn Cox, High Eight. A MISHAP IN SPACE By the year 2000, Eureka, the first settlement of earth people on Mars, had been successfully established, and plans for a second settlement had been started. Aero Nautic, engineer aboard the space-ship ] I-E 44, leaned back comfortably in a cushioned chair in his cabin. He started to pick up a book from the end table beside his chair when a loud knock sounded on the door. You there. Aero? asked an excited voice. Oh, come in, Gene, Aero called, as he recognized his friend ' s voice. The door opened, and a Frenchman entered. What ' s the matter? Aero questioned. We ' re half-way there! exclaimed Gene Rator. Why, that ' s a record! exclaimed Aero. We ' ll He did not finish his sentence, but crashed headlong into the opposite wall of his cabin. What happened? We ' re going backwards! exclaimed Gene. Captain Speed entered. Dang it! I knew that Martian, Dy Xamic, wouldn ' t do us any good! We just caught him as he threw a wrench into the cosmo-electric generator! roared Captain Speed. Then we ' re heading towards the sun? asked Aero hurriedly, still half stunned. Why! We ' ll roast before we can fix it! cried Gene. Yes, and Dy Xamic is laughing his head off. Aero, take command; you know the engines, and Captain Speed sat down. Quick, turn the force-ray on behind us before the ship picks up momentum! Lock Dy Namic in a cell and take me to the generator! quickly ordered Aero, recovering from the sudden shock. Six hours later the generator was completely repaired just as an officer reported the outer hull was red hot and ready to fall apart and the

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ode to a Grecian Urn Entranced, I saw a picture on the vase That told the story of so long ago ; No longer does that age seem in a haze But now is fair and clear to all who know: Around the vase an ever-changing scene Which so enchants that looking on it, Lo I I lose myself in Grecian scenes, The Golden Age; Thou miracle of some great potter ' s hand; The figurines upon thy surface show Scenes from an olden page upon an ancient stage. Mary Aleene Agree, Low Nine. Ode to An Ugly Woman Oh, old woman, you have an ugly face ; If you looked in a mirror, you would see : Hard, gleaming, cked eyes, and not a trace Of a smile, and to no one would you be Kind. Your teeth are falling out, and your nose Is crooked; you ' re the village gossip; All town scandal comes from no one but you. You go from house to house at night and peek In people ' s windows, doors, do Ti chimneys, too. Old woman, for bad things in life you seek. Lois Judd, Low Xine. To Give To look for beauty every day Will gladden all of life ' s pathway, Find it in the fleecy clouds, In violets, sweet, that softly shelter Tender rootlets in freezing weather, In rain drops holding each a prism Of all the colors from glorious Heaven. To give some service every day, To cheer and brighten Love ' s pathway, A tender smile when one is weary, A flower to make a life more cheery, Soft words in answer to the harsh Will make Love ' s smile sweeter yet. And, all through life, it is worth while To go the generous other mile. - Elizabeth Gill, Low Nine.