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

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The Mother of Jesus God sent to us a loving babe From Heaven to the earth below, And gave to Him a mother dear, The Madonna, whom ive know. Loving hands, she used to guide Him, As He tvent about His play. And a loving heart, she gave Him, In her understanding ivay. We are sure her ears did listen For His shout of pain or joy. And her eyes would follow, quickly, Every movement of her boy. Jesus must have loved her dearly As she sang to Him, and smiled; Staying to herself serenely, This is Christ, the Holy Child. Mary Jane Yost, Low Nine. Mother of Mercy Oh, Mother of Mercy, Mother of Grace, A tale of love in thy heavenly face, The light of the aura does not compare, With thine eyes of compassion, thy saintly air. Oh, Mother of Mercy, Mother of Right, Guard thy Babe throughout the night, Oh, Mother of Mercy, so tender and mild Keep from all harm thy Holy Child. Helen Jacovleff, Low Eight. Madonna and Child Tenderly, the Virgin Mary gazes at her holy child; Beautiful is she, patient, loving, mild. ' Round them shines a radiant, golden, glowing light, And joyously, the angels sing, on this most glorious night. Heavenly hosts attend the babe, who, innocent and pure In manhood, gave His life to cleanse, and make man strong and sure; Oh, Madonna, happy, Thou, to be the mother of such a Son, For all the world doth worship Him, the Merciful, Almighty One. Peggy Phillips, Low Nine. [25]

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Madonna and Child Madonna bent Her head and smiled Upon the Holy Angel Child. The halo ' round Her head did shine, And Mary said, This Child is Thine, Unto the Lord! The Angels sang in Bethlehem , Of peace on earth, good will toward men. And came to worship from afar, Guided by a radiant star, Three Wise -men I He ivas, they said, upon His birth, Born to be the Lord of Earth. Of mortals ' souls, He was the Guide; A Savior bom, a martyr died. He is the Lord! Dorothy Easson, Low Seven. The Birth of Christ Long, long ago, three very wise men Were riding their camels to Bethlehem. Their guide had been a gleaming star, That led them to Him from afar. All night long the angels did sing, Of the little Lord Jesus, the new-born King. Phyllis McCarter, Low ' Eight. A Tale of Bethlehem The stars of Bethlehem, one night, Shone on a babe, their holy light, This babe was born on Christmas Day, And shepherds, homage came to pay. The angels sang with golden voice, The burden of their song — Rejoice! The bells, so sweet, rang in the morn, ' Tis Christmas and the Christ Child ' s born. That day is gone. We ' ll not forget, That Jesus came — ' Tis ivith us yet, That phrase repeated oft again: Peace be on earth! Good will to men. Mary Grot, High Nine. [24]

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My Most Valuable Privilege Under the Constitution of the United States (First prize, American Legion Essay Contest, Berkeley, 1936) Early in the 1600 ' s, when my English ancestors left their comfortable British homes for new dwellings in the then recently-established Massa- chusetts Bay Colony, they brought with them what was to be my most precious heritage — freedom of speech. It had taken the middle-classes of England centuries to wrest this fundamental right from the dictatorial kings and nobles. The first great step had been the signing of the Magna Carta. Then had come an act of Parliament, called the Bill of Rights, which is regarded as the most important constitutional document in the history of England. When the thirteen colonies separated from the mother country and became the United States of America, a supreme law was needed. It was natural for them to turn to the Bill of Rights for their model. After the best minds in the country had worked on this project, our present Con- stitution was evolved. It has not only served its purpose satisfactorily, regulating the lives of the American people, but has been used as a model for a supreme law in many Latin American republics. Until recently, I have taken the Constitution for granted, rarely thinking about it at all. But after having studied Civics last year, and after having seen the ill effects of the loss of free speech and other con- stitutional rights, through dictatorships, in most European countries, I have become conscious of my safety under a well-formed Constitution. Like my Puritan and Nordic ancestors, I resent any interference with or suppression of my thoughts. Today, in Russia, a man ' s first allegiance belongs, according to an oath which he is forced to take, to the Communist party, and to the red flag. There is no free speech, no free press, no free radio, no right of assembly. Anyone in Russia who criticizes the government, as Communists criti- cize the American government, is sent to suffer in Siberia, or is shot with- out trial or mercy. Imagine such conditions existing here among my friends and neighbors! If America became Communistic, the following could happen every day: A miserable little group of friends sitting here, all thinking the same things but not daring to put them into words; Mr. Jones sent to Little America because he openly preferred the red, white and blue flag to the Communist red one; pathetic old Mr. Brown placed in a concentration camp for saying, My great, great grandfathers fought in the Revolution- ary War, and I fought in the Civil War, and my family has always been American, and 7 shall die American! In Germany, citizens are spied upon by employees of the govern- ment. If someone chances to say something disrespectful about Hitler or the Nazis, he may expect to be sent to a concentration camp by the gov- ernment, whose spies, undoubtedly, heard his words. Even the telephones are tapped, and any person may expect to be summoned to a government agency, to hear a record of his speech with another citizen. In America, anyone may express his opinion of the government, whether it be favorable or unfavorable to the party in power. [26]