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

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FACULTY Hennessey, D. L. Cannon, MaBelle Principal Secretary Archer, Mrs. Kate W. Arendt, Marion, Counselor Bagnall, Mrs. Franklin Barry, Margarec Boehne, Fred Brubaker, Emma Brush, Charlotte Clark, Mrs. Frances Collar, Gladys Corley, Harold P. Davis, Mrs. Dorothy Dyson, Mrs. Margaret Fisk, Katharine Flanders, F. A. Fraser, Annie Mills Gavin, Mrs. Isabel Goode, Beatrice Bellus, Mrs. Ruth Assistant Librarian Hibbard, Mrs. Mary Assistant Secretary Foster, Georgia P. Nicrse Groefsema, Christine Hamsher, Alice Hughes, Samuel Kelton, Genevieve, Counselor Kidwell, Ruth Kilkenny, Mrs. Myrtle Laurens, Helene Leland, S. J. Lowrey, Mary Mally, Alfreda Martin, Helen Minzyk, John Montagne, Mrs. Alberta E. Mossman, Edith L. Murphy, Mrs. Kathryn Nealson, Willis S. O ' Neill, Mrs. Dorah D. Patton, Bessie Patton, Elizabeth Perry, H. D. Piatt, Mrs. Mona Riley, Irma Rowell, Mrs. Evelyn Rushforth, Robert Russ, Mrs. Helen, Counselor Shriver, Mrs. Edna Smith, Mrs. Iva Stone, Nell Stout, Harriet M. Weed, Mrs. Roslyn Mae Wilkes, Mrs. Emma Wilson, Flora Young, Mrs. Lois SPECIAL TEACHERS AND ASSISTANTS Rice, Delight Special Teacher De Witt, Carlton Playground Director Menefee, Mrs. Dolly P. Cafeteria Director Petitt, Mrs. Bessie L., Matron Kimbell, S. B., Head Custodian Hoag, Jack, Custodian Odom, Joseph, Custodian Post, C. C, Custodian ★ ★ The Tiny Lamb That Followed the Star Long, long ago, in the dark of the night, When snowflakes had clad the earth in white, Lost, and unsheltered, a lambkin lay — Patiently waiting the break of day. Then, of a sudden, a star shone bright, Tinting the world with its glorious light, And the tiny lamb felt warmed with the sight Of that beautiful star, lighting the night. So, up he rose, and, following the star, He trudged o ' er the land, near and far Until, at last, in a beast ' s stall, rude, He found a Babe in a manger crude. His fat little self throbbing with love, The tiny lamb raised his eyes above, And thanked his God for guiding him there To the Babe, ivho lay in radiance fair. Mary Jane Eisenhauer, Low Eight, Third Prize. [5]

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CHRISTMAS MESSAGE Silent night, Holy night — were they not the words of that heavenly host so long ago? Silent night, Holy night — still they echo through our lives, wrapping the world in a cloak of peace. When softly through the hallowed night, drift the Christmas hymns, let us realize their full meaning and feel, again, the glory felt in the hearts of the people that first joyous night. May your gifts be given in the spirit with which the Wise Men gave gifts to the Christ Child, and your Christmas be not only a beautiful one but also a merry one as every Christmas should be. Barbara Cross, High Nine. GRADUATION Again, Garfield sends her High Nines out into the world but this year it is a much smaller world; in fact, a world of our own. Due to the crowded conditions at Berkeley High, we wil l remain on the grounds of our own Junior High as a separate division of the school. Nevertheless, on January 21, a graduation will be held, with the orchestra playing the entrance and the exit marches, the graduates contributing with musical and oratorical selections, and all of the delightful things that go with graduation. Though handicapped by the reconstruction of the auditorium, the exercises are sure to live up to the standards of the past, in the faithful Gym. Henrietta LaTour, High Nine. The Lonely Christmas Tree Bedecked with tinsel, I stand A-shine in the firelight flame, Awaiting the childish band Who will greet me in Jesus ' name. Warm and still is the hall, Heavy the jewels I wear, About me the shadows jail, As I drowse in the perfumed air. The dark, rugged strength of the mountains; The fir trees, my sisters, with me; The ice-ivreaths, that sparkle, like fountains At play, near a silver sea. O, to be there on my hillside I To grow as God meant me to grow, To know, through the years, Yd abide With the mountains, the winds, and the snow. Veronica Baird, Low Nine, First Prize. [4]

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GLEANER STAFF Co-Editors . . Co- Art Editors . Business Manager Joke Editor Barbara Cross, Henrietta La Tour Gordon Connell, Marie Morholt Albert Kessler Barbara Baker Maxine Clarke Mary Stewart Librarian . Assistant Librarian Art Staff — Mary Lou Allen, Hall Bither, Adam Fisko, Dorothy Fox, Jean Goldman, Jeanne Innis, Julia Isakson, Maurine Jasven, Larry Katsky, Bernice Knudsen, Shirley Murdoch, Patricia Reed, Grace Stribling, Henry Williams, Peggy Ann Zoll. Business Staff — Helen Adams, Elton Andrews, Marjorie Arnold, Burnham Caldwell, Lloyd Clopton, Bill Duckworth, Joanne Fraser, Aune Haglund, Bruce Jaekle, May Nelson, Lou Newfield, Wentworth Weller. Humor and Specialties — Marian Bishop, Bernice Blamy, Sheldon Brodie, Constance Donelson, Aida Link, Miriam Livingston, Kathleen Mclntyre, Helen Smith Literary Staff — Veronica Baird, Barbara Beckwith, Sally Lou Bubb, Elaine Church, Elizabeth Cothrin, Lucille de Normandie, Lois de Nor- mandie, June Dowler, Curtis Duggan, Barbara Farrell, Barbara Howard, Jeanne Howard, Beth Koch, Patricia Mcintosh, Bill Meagher, Louise Murphy, Jeanne Nazro, Peggy Anne Phillips, Robert Plant, Rita Rose, Idella Searl, Ruth Silver, Jim Temple, Lynette Temple, Harold Trunk, Helen Twogood, Nancy Willoughby, Kenneth Woods. Photography — Beverly Harvey, Katherine Wilkie, Peggy Ann Zoll. Faculty Advisors — Art, Gladys Collar; Photography, Samuel Hughes; Finance, S. J. Leland; Editorial, Nell D. Stone. ★ ★ Christinas The snoiv is falling, my children dear, Come to the fireplace; sit right here. I ' ll tell you a story, of long ago, About an old man, who lived in the snow: Once, in Holland, there was an old king; All children aivaited the presents he ' d bring. He ' d creep through the %uindow — Not knock at the door — And ivould scatter candy all over the floor. The children all loved him; he was so kind, He ' d bring them presents, if they would mind. We now have our Santa, so fat and round, He comes to the city, and then to the town. He creeps down the chimney, And runs through the hall, And leaves little Mary a great big doll. Hark! My children, hear the church bells chime? That means that this is Christmas time. Beverly Poole, Low Seven. [6]