Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 17 BASKETBALL TEAM. Left to right — John Muldoon, Warren Nevin, Walter Sissons, George Davis, Millard Petersen, Marcus Guest, Monte Hodgman. BOYS’ BASKETBALL. McKinley is proud of her basket- ball team this year. Every boy on the team does his full share, keeps in training, and feels his reponsibility. The players are as follows: Monty Hodgman, forward; George Davis, for- ward; John Muldoon, center; Captain Nevin and Millard Peterson, guards; Walter Sisson and Marcus Guest, substitutes. Each player is now thoroughly fami- liar with his position owing to dili- gent daily practice. Monty Hodgman is always there to shoot the baskets while George Davis is in the thick of the game every minute. John Mul- doon, always a dependable player, is improving greatly in basket throwing. Captain Nevin and Millard Peterson do first-class guarding and in every game make some spectacular run up the field and shoot up well whenever they have an oportunity to get in the game. The team has won seven games out of ten, an excellent record; and is justly rated as one of the best basket- ball teams of the Berkeley Schools. They certainly deserve their “Ms.” The spirit among the boys has been fine, a great many turning out to each game, but Captain Nevin says that when they play in Oakland very few boys turn out. Let us shout the team on to victory, boys, whenever they play. RANDOLPH NICERSON.

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16 THE TARGET SENIOR BASKETBALL GIRLS Upper Row, left to right — Helen Lester, Josephine Park, Fern Rolph, Miss Ellerhorst, Ethel Hoffman, Grace Becker, Kalha Ingham. Lower Row. left to right — Kathryn Cook, Margaret Thaxter, Genevieve Och- eltree, Madeline Shaw, Octavine Burchenery, Kathleen Agnew, Lillie St John, Florence Noddin, Rebecca Hammond. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL. The girls are taking great interest in basketball this term. They play- ed several inter-class games, but have not yet taken part in inter-school contests, but they may do so before the close of the year. The players of the High and Low Ninth Grades are combined into a Senior team which is practicing faithfully and do- ing good work, owing to the efforts of their coach. Miss Ellerhorst. All the teams, Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth are playing enthusiastically and with a determination to improve and they are certainly gaining results. The girls of the seventh grades are much interested in athletics this term, especially basketball. They have played many spirited games and have frequently been encouraged by an en- thusiastic body of spectators. The fol- lowing people have been seen on the field with their captains, Fannie Mc- Henry and Jane Baclirach: Helen Tre- vor, Florence Murkheim, Helen Grant, Beth Cereghino. Annie Hegerty. An- nie Karasky, Margaret Smith, Con- stance Baclirach, Theodora, Robert- son, Ruth Scotford, Hazel Amiot, Hel- en Woolley and Dorothea Ellerhorst.

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18 THE TARGET TO THE VIOLET. Oh, lovely woodland violet, Blooming by the brook, Cheering weary travelers, Who upon you look. Buttercups and daisies, Have long time been asleep, But you dear little violet, Still your vigil keep. Children love to find you, Hiding in the grass; While looking for the crocus, They never let you pass. In the cool and shady woods, Where all is calm and still, Your fragrance, little violet, The balmy air does fill. The birds have all gone southward; The pines have ceased to sigh, But the ever-faithful violet, Still greets the passer-by. LILLIAN HICKOK. A VIEW FROM WASHINGTON MONUMENT One morning, during our last winter in Washington, we received a telegram from some California friends stating that they would arrive that afternoon for a brief visit. As they had never visited the national capital before, we started to plan excursions for their amusement. Several trips were sug- gested for the first morning, but we decided that we would go to a few government buildings, then to the Washington Monument where we would spend sometime, and finish the morning ' with luncheon at the quaint little Teacup Inn, that every stranger in Washington should visit. I have been in the monument mans times, but I shall never forget that one particular visit. In the first place the weather was in our favor. During the night the earth had drawn on a fresh white blanket of snow and all the dust and soot of the city was ef- faced. It was clear as only an eastern day after a snow storm can be, and cold, a sharp biting cold that one soon learns to love. The Potomac ' winds its way around the base of the monument, amid love- ly woods and beside the beautiful city of Washington. It is not frozen all the w r ay across, but on each side is a fringe of snow covered ice, six or eight feet wide. Directly below us is the White House with its snow cov- ered lawns and glistening trees. A fountain is playing in front of the mar- ble pillars. Near by are the ice ponds, covered with merry skaters, and the boulevard, following the course of the river. Some distance to the east is the capitol, with its marble dome and two great wings outstretched, and ex- tending between is a park a block wide, called the Mall, laid out in lawns, gardens and walks. As far as the eye can see to the east and north are snow-covered roofs of red brick houses and wide streets. Darkies are busily engaged in shoveling snow from the sidewalks, and the sound of their broad wooden shovels is faintly aud- ible. In the older part of the city the walks are made of red brick and look like broad ribbons threaded in and out. The city is dotted with small parks named after the great men of our nation, each containing a bronze statue of the man for which it is named. To the south are the beautiful woods of Virginia with the white pillars of Arlington just visible. I could easily imagine the sorrow of the Lee family at leaving the only home they knew — and such a home! Lafayette, while seated on the broad veranda and look-