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

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DRAMA IN FLOWERLAND Dawn had just peeped in over Flowerland; Princess Lily of the Valley sat upon her Buttercup throne; Behind her came her favorite lady in waiting, Blue Eyes. Many thoughts flitted through the Princess ' mind, Yet little did she know of the Snap Dragon ' s plan. He was a fierce, hairy creature, hated and detested by all in Flowerland. The Snap Dragon was in his den of thorns and bushes thinking — How should he attack Flowerland! and hard as he tried, he could not think at once, At last, he decided to kidnap Lily of the Valley and make her his queen. All this seemed quite easy to the villain, but he had forgotten about the prince. The prince was a very handsome Poppy, Deeply in love with Lily of the Valley; But before he could ask her hand He must show her how brave he was, just like a man. His chance was near at hand, For he must show Lily of the Valley that the Snap Dragon he could stand. The sun was just setting over the horizon; The Snap Dragon, weary, was saying to himself as he was nearing Flower- land, On! On! Finally, he got to his destination. Everything was peaceful and quiet. The Snap Dragon crept into the palace which was made of honeysuckle. The Princess ' room was made of a dainty violet. He softly tiptoed to her room; But she heard him and screamed. There followed a hard struggle ; The Snap Dragon was gaining. The only hope for the Princess was to send a message to the Prince, So she tied a note to the wing of a butterfly. In an instant, the message was delivered. The handsome young Poppy Came to the rescue of the Lily of the Valley, And, brandishing his sword, he killed the Snap Dragon. The next day, the Poppy and the Lily of the Valley were married. Andree Bonno, High Seven.

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After the Storm The beach is wrapped in a misty veil ; The wind has ceased its moaning wail ; The waves are sobbing on the shore; And the seabirds ' scream is heard no more. The sea-nymphs are singing their lullaby song ; Some say ' tis the wind, but I know they are wrong. The wavelets are dancing beneath the bright light Of the glittering stars, so abundant tonight. The breakers still crash on the wind-beaten rocks; And some hearts are saddened by empty docks; A ' et the world is thankful, relieved that it ' s free From the fear it received from a storm at sea. AIarion Badger, High Eighth. THE PRIVATE LIFE OF A LOCKER Until the last year and a half, I had been in constant use by the pupils of the Garfield School. At the beginning of the term, some boy or girl would rent me for a place in which to put his books. I was the lodging for articles, from hair pins to baseball gloves. Xow I am no longer used, because I understand the building is condemned. Instead of keeping books safe, I am the home of a family of mice. They are comforting, but I have nothing like the good old times I once had with the children. I wonder when I shall again come to the light of the school? Occa- sionally, I hear their shouts in the yard, but not nearly so loud as when they were in the building. I often wonder if they miss me, not having a locker where they can leave their belongings, or, perhaps new lockers have taken my place. If not, I may again return to my job. At night, we lockers talked of the day ' s happenings. Johnny Brown got an A on a History test, or Bill had to stay after school for chewing gum and write the gum sentence one hundred times. I can remember on Library Day I would be crammed to my utmost capacity with costumes. Without me, I don ' t see how they can get along. On a rainy day rubbers, rain coats, and rain hats, dripping wet and muddy, would occupy my space. Looking back on my past I feel like an aged philosopher getting my knowledge from the books left in my ' •safe -keeping. David Jones, High Xine.

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January to June Dorothy Peters