Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TA R G E T 25 A BROOK. Below me lay a wandering stream, Winding its way along, Hemmed on both sides by green-robed hills, As it dreamily sang its song. Along over pebbles and rocks it flowed, Gently inviting us bide To freely partake fo its nectar sweet From the shimmering, limpid tide. And, as I gazed from my mossj r bank Into the clear, cool brook, Reflected I saw a gay bob-o-link, Just as a drink he took. KATHLEEN AGNEW. THE SACRIFICE. Joe Farley was walking toward the aviation grounds wondering whether he would get a Lozier” or a Nation- al” with the prize he was going to win that afternoon. His step was light and eager, for he was confident of gaining the Millville race and five thou- sand dollars, the victor’s reward. He certainly had the swiftest machine on the grounds and everyone knew he was an experienced aviator. At the field he stopped for min- ute at Fred Burnham ' s “hangar.” Burnham was the son of a blacksmith who had become interested in “bird tactics” and read all he could on the subject. He had made a frame, they earned and borrowed enough m oney with which to buy a motor. Farley, however, had been backed by a mil- lionaire father, who had supplied him with the necessary funds. As he left the “hangar” he heard Burnham say, “If I don ' t win that race I’m ruined.” Well, I guess he ' s ruined,” silently commented Farley as he strode away. The race was scheduled for 2 oclock and went off on time. Farley, though not exerting his motor to its fullest capacity, soon got the lead and far outdistanced all the “birdmen” ex- cept Burnham, who nad kept near him and was now less than a hundred yards behind. So they raced on, and ere long sighted the goal. Both were urging their machines to the highest limit and Farley was gradually draw- ing away from his opponent. “I guess it will be a ‘Lozier, thought Farley. But Burnham’s re- mark of the morning came to him. “Look what he has to lose compared with me ! ” As the thought flashed through his mind, with a quick impulse he shut off his engine and started to glide to the field. But his generosity was fatal to him. A puff of wind tipped his planes and he fell to the earth. So, while Burn- ham crossed the goal to the cheers of the crowd, who were unconscious of the tragedy then being performed, Joe Farley, crushed and bleeding under the wreck of his aeroplane, breathed his last — a martyr to an ill-timed sac- rifice. GREGORY HARRIER. The “Target” wishes, in behalf of the school, to comment upon the good work done by the musical orgaiza- tions. Much credit is due Miss Eller- horst, their leader, for her untiring ef- forts, in and out of school hours, which have resulted so successfully. It is with pleasure that we anticipate the concert to be giver by our school musicians and we knov it will be a success. Miss Fisher — “Who painted the An- gelus?” Arthur Wilde, misunderstanding — “The man with the hoe.”

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r H E TARGET 24 A THREE-PARTY LINE CONVERSA- TION. “Hello! Is this you Mrs. Von Holt- on?” “Yes.” “Could you give me the recipe for the cookies which were explained at the last of the demonstrations of the ‘Domestic Economy Club’? I have misplaced mine.” “Why certainly! Just a moment. “Hello! Are you ready?” “Yes.” “All right — two cups of flour — ” “Sifted?” “Yes, two and one — ” But a third voice broke into the con- versation. — “Piedmont 3284, please.” “Line busy — ” came from both ends of the line. “Well! two and one-half tablespoon- fuls baking powder, one cup of milk— “Piedmont 3284, please, without de- lay.” “Just one moment, please.” “Hello! Have you one cup of milk?” “Yes.” “Butter the size of an egg, just, about one and one-half cups of sugar — ” “Well I certainly do wish you ladies would let me have the ’phone, one moment, — mine is a matter of busi- ness.” “Now let me repeat; two cups of flour, two and one-half tablespoonfus baking powder, one cup of milk, but- ter the size of an egg, about one and one-half cups of sugar, allspice and ginger to taste. Cook as drop bis- cuits.” “Well, when the cookies are baked, ladies, will you please let me have the use of the ’phone?” KATHERINE McINTYRE. THE JAPANESE NEW YEAR. The Japanese New Year is like our Christmas. The streets and alleys are all decorated with lanterns, bamboo and pine. On each side of every door are several sta lks of bamboo with leaves on them and a branch of pine. Of course all these things are symbol- ical. Along the streets are little booths where all sorts of small trinkets, can- dies and cakes are sold. Many of the old superstitions are still believed by some of the people. P ' or instance, that the women must not dress their hair on New Year ' s day, they must not sweep, and if they go to sleep before midnight their hair will turn white. The priests go around from house to house scattering dried beans, and saying prayers to drive out the evil spirits, sa that there will not be any in the next year. The New Year’s festivals last four or five days. During this time the people eat mochi, a sort of uncooked bread. It is a luxury to them as plum-pud- ding it to us. On New Year’s the Japanese chil- dren get out their battle door and shuttle cock, even the men and women play with them. The decorations are usually left after New Year’s about a week. When it is taken down, the town looks most differn and it is not quite so picturesque. HAMILTON HOWELLS. THE BIRD. A bird sang a song in a tree, And its notes sounded happy and free; In a school-room close by Did a poor student sigh, Won ' t you come and change places with me?” MINNIE INGHAM.

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“TARGE T” STAFF. Upper Row. left to right — Elliott Cook, Isidoro Cereghino, Donald Morris, Mr. Biedenbach, Anthony Folger, Raymond Muenter, Norman Heinz, Randolph Nickerson. Lower Row, left to right — Dorothy Critzer, Katherine Stone, Catherine Dela- mere, Genevieve Ocheltree, Laurinne Mattern, Miss Christy, May Dor- nin, Helen Marr, Corinne Painter, Margaret Geary. Laurinne Mattern Editor-in-Chief Isidoro Cereghino, Anthony Folger, Randolph Nickerson Managers Mr. Biedenbach and Miss Christy Advisory Board Mr. Biedenbach, the students wish in the “Target to express their ap- preciation for all that you have done for McKinley School. When you first came here, eleven years ago, you were principal of what was known as the Dwight Way School, one insignificant in every way. You allowed the people of that school to express themselves two or three times a term as they would, in a school paper, called the “Target.” This brought out the liter- ary instincts of the pupils and gave them much pleasure. Then, not con- sidering that enough for the student body, you had a self-government plan started which united all the interests of the pupils in the eight grades. This made us known throughout the coun- try, and people came to see the work- ing of this miniature city. The plan of government proved successful and, when the ninth grades were added, it was found to be still more beneficial, owing to your interest and splendid management. You promoted the unity and good spirit of the student body by the large assembly meetings which are such a source of pleasure and in- spiration, and we heartily thank you for them. But words can ill express all you have done for us. Our School, now called the McKin- ley Lower High School, is one of which we and our city may be justly proud, due to our principal ' s enthu- siastic and able leadership. Mr. Bied- enback, our friend, owing to your un- tiring and efficient efforts, memories of “McKinley” will long be cherished.