Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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OUR PRINCIPAL, CHARLES L. Bl EDEN BACH.

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74 17939 CONTENTS Page OUR PRINCIPAL, CHARLES L. Bl EDEN BACH (Frontispiece) COLOR IN TONE (Poem) .Audrey Davies THE ENEMY TRAPPED Anthony Folger THE EAGLE (Poem) Katherine Stone HOW “STRAWBERRY” WAS CHRISTENED Hilma Davis AT SUNSET (Poem) Laurinne Mattern “BATO Nl DALAGA” (A Philippine Legend) Ella Barrows THE FAIRIES OF ERIN (Poem) Hazel Greene REWARDED Grace Renine GOLDEN GATE AT SUNSET (Poem) Marjory Tuttle HONOR ROLL McKinley city notes.. TO A BUTTERCUP (Poem) Ladeane Shattuck SANDY Beatrice Miller A SPANISH LOVE STORY Thomas Rickard BASEBALL NOTES OUR SPIRIT (Poem) Charles Honeywell THE SONG OF THE CHIMES (Poem) Marion Herrmann A NARROW ESCAPE Helen Van Mater NEVER AGAIN” Preston Bentley THE GRAND CANYON OF ARIZONA Louise Thatcher ODYSSEUS AT THE CANDY SALE Ellis Jones WHAT? Lester Williams GIRLS’ BASKETBALL BOYS’ BASKETBALL ...... TO THE VIOLET (Poem) Lillian Hickok A VIEW FROM WASHINGTON MONUMENT Dora McKinlay AN ADVENTURE WITH A MOUNTAIN LION Raymond Clark “ODYSSEUS” Mary Leavitt TENNIS NOTES ODYSSEUS AT THE CANDY SALE Charles Hallonquist THE MUSICAL CLUBS A THREE-PARTY LINE CONVERSATION Katherine McIntyre THE JAPANESE NEW YEAR ... Hamilton Howells THE BIRD Minnie Ingham A BROOK (Poem) Kathleen Agnew THE SACRIFICE Gregory Harrier EDITORIAL THE LARK (Poem) Helen Saylor THE NIGHT OPERATOR’S STORY Richard Hiscox A VISIT TO THE NEVADA STATE PRISON Donald Wright THE BORING OF A TUNNEL Walter Paroni SPRING’S AWAKENING (Poem) Eleanor Lux THE INDIAN MAIDEN Mary Ritson A CAPTAIN BOLD (Poem) Kathryn Cook JOKES With cut by Edmund Jussen FAREWELL TO THE HIGH NINTH GRADE (Poem) Frances Hyland 3 3 4 5 6 6 7 7 8 9 10 12 12 12 13 13 14 14 14 15 15 15 16 17 18 18 19 19 21 21 23 24 24 24 25 25 26 27 27 28 28 28 28 29 30 32

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McKinley Introductory High School, Berkeley VOL. XVII. MAY, 1912. No. 3. COLOR IN TONE. There is in color yet to some un- known — That mystery, Sincerity, Intensity of tone, As from a violin or organ blown. The notes rang out — clear, ringing, deep and true, And as I heard, Within me stirred, A feeling that was new — l thought of that unfathomable blue. The sea, one mighty calm before me lay, I looked — compelled — In rapture held, As the receding day — Part of that sapphirine blue — was tolled away. I toiled the hill — and as I climbed my view Of heavenly blue, Still broader grew. Ah ! then I knew — The sky preserved immortally that blue! AUDREY DAVIES. THE ENEMY TRAPPED. Patrick Conly had been in the ser- vice of the forestry department of the government for over forty years. “Pat,” as he was called by his asso- ciates, was known for his honesty and faithfulness. He had a few days ago received a commission as Chief For- ester in the State of Washington. Pat had just come into camp, which he found all in commotion. “Prowling lim,” had been seen hanging around the outskirts of the camp, and, when accosted had immediately disappeared. The campers were suspicious, for it was well known that “Prowling Jim” was Pat’s worst enemy. There was no sleep for Pat that night. As he lay tossing in his ham- mock, he tried to come to a conclusion. The next morning he started early on his route with two companions. The three explored the surrounding coun- try for their man, keeping their eyes open for the smoke that would mean millions of dollars loss to the govern- ment. Worn out, they dragged themselves back to camp, too tired to see a dark form bending over some dry grass with a lighted match, as they neared a secluded pass that obstructed the view of the tents . Pat and his men slept soundly that fatal night. The dogs had to bring the blood to their arms before they were roused. Awakening with a start the leader saw, to his amazement great clouds of smoke not half a mile dis- tant. Calling his men, they had just time to put on their fighting outfit and escape with their lives. Upon reaching the first reservoir on the fire line they turned a force of water on the trees, but water at that stage was useless. One of the men sent a telegram to the nearest town. One after another the tanks were abandoned as the mighty enemy of man came on. After two days had elapsed the tire was under control. Pat ' s division had been in front from the start, and they were the ones who really conquered it. Relief was at hand, but with a warrant for the arrest of Patrick Conly charged with setting the forest on fire. Conly turned white and had to lean against a tree as he read the warrant.