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

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Newspaper Mam Did you ever think about the newspaper man? For he is really the most important man in your community. He works day and night in places unheard of Because he knows its his duty to get news for his customers. He takes pictures in the most horrible yet exciting places. He writes about homes and people to bring sympathy to the hearts of his fans. He never writes about what he has done for his community, But he just writes about what somebody else has done for it. So be sure to remember when you read a newspaper That the people who are responsible for it are really your closest friends. A Canary ' s Frame of Mind I am a canaary, and my name is Butch. I pride myself on being a good singer, and my preferred accompanists are the vaccum cleaner, typewriter, and saxo- phone. My good for nothing mistress, that Ellis kid, thinks I don ' t like her. I like her mother, though. Strangely enough, mistress cleans me on Saturday and Sun- day. I see nothing of her on week days; her mother takes care of me. Since as I belong to her, I think she should take care of me all the time. That ' s why I don ' t like her. Elizabeth ellis. You are to guess this friend of mine, And if you do we ' ll say it ' s fine. His hair is blonde, his eyes are blue, His skin is fair with a freckle or two, His height is right, his weight is light, His speed to lunch is a regular flight. He toots a horn in Garfield Band, That slides first in then out again. He runs and jumps and plays and sings, And does a lot of other things. DOROTHY MICHEL, High Eight. This Friend of Mine CARTER NORRIS, Low Nine. The Haunted House Yes, it was a haunted house, The boards would creak and groan, And when the wind would blow at night, The house would creak and moan. Not only roared the thunder loud, And shook the earth below, But from the house there shot a light, A fierce and horrible glow. Yes, it was a haunted house, Ghosts could be seen around, And when the lightning flashed above, There ' d be a terrible sound. The neighbors from their homes rushed fort h, Rushed from their beds as snug, And when they reached the haunted house, Behold! A mouse and lightning bug. VIVIAN VAUGHN, Low Nine.