Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 11 McKinley city officials. Upper row, left to right: Lucile Sleeper, John Moore. Second row, left to right; John Smith, Eleanor Tingman, Wilber Booth, Gertrude Holland, Lucille Barrett, Earle Lowell. Lower row, left to right: William Boone, Helen Trevor, Margaret Spald- ing, Philip Ramsdell, Constance Lutgen, Fannie McHenry, SherriU Conner. jacks which fortunately did not kill us. Our next camping place was on Diablo, where we registered and the roof over our heads was the star- studded sky. During our sojourn there, I captured a small rattle-snake and my partner a horned toad, great to our delight. When we descended into the valley below on our way home, we had the most fun of our trip. We camped on the Pine Canyon Creek that night. While gathering wood we noticed a huge sucker swimming about in the creek. We dammed it up above and below his pool, in order to catch him. Not having any fishing tackle, we tied a knife on a stick to spear him. Then the fun began! We shed our trousers, shoes and socks and waded in. The fish flew around, and we after him. After chasing him under a rock we finally speared him through the tail, then capture was easy. Had we caught a whale, we could not have been hap- pier. In this manner we caught four or five of different sizes. After we had returned to camp, puffing and blowing with victory; where we laid our suckers on the ground in order to make a fire to cook theni, suddenly we heard a tramping thi’ough the bushes. Wild with fear, we ' thought the game warden was after its. We hastily threw leaves ' over ' oiir fish, when who should appear itf sight but two kids. We breathed ihoTe freel.v! The boys asked us ' if Ve ' had seen any fish, and bf cbiirse ' fp ' llowing up our little fright we said,“No ' ! ' ’ The boys moving forward to ' leave the camp, one of them feteppbd squarely on the concealed suckers. ' The fish being slippery, he went fast he did not see what thteit’ him. ' Quick as a wink, I sat on the tish. After the boys departed, we decided that we were not fish hungry. ' The rest of our jaunt was rather uneventful, and we arrived home after tramping some eighty miles, foot-sore, with

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THE TARGE T 10 GREETINGS. I could write of lovely winter. Or perhaps of coming spring; There is so much to choose from I could write on anything. But the sweet old words I’ve chosen, O so joyous and sincere, “To all a merry Christmas And a prosperous New Year.” BERNICE .lACKSON. o NATURE’S CALL. On my first hunting trip, I came through a small ravine into an open space. I had been enjoying the beauty of the scene and hardly look- ing for game. As I entered the clearing, there stood two of the most beautiful deer. A tiny fawn was with them. 1 could not shoot, for animals were too lovely to be killed for anyone’s pleasure. They turned and ran, but the fawn was separated from its parents and caught on a wire fence, tearing his side. I took him home where he be- came very tame. The little creature grew very fond of me and followed nearly every vhere I went. I taught him to drink milk .and he learned many tricks. He could jump into my lap and . curl up as a kitten sometimes does. Accidentally , I taught him .to like chocolate. I happened to haye some on my fing- ers when I petted him. He licked it off and liked it so well I often gave him some. If I put a bar of chocolate between my teeth he would very daintily and carefully take it from me. Nothing suited my fawn better than to get into a garden of melons. He loved to break them. He would gather himself up and spring, land- ing with his four feet on the center of a melon. One evening I saw a deer and heard the animal call. Mine heard also and started to go toward him. I whistled and he turned, then went on, often looking back at me. At last he stood and gazed at me for one long minute then swiftly ran toward the forest and we never saw him again. The call of nature was too strong. A SPIRITED DUEL. Among the hair-breadth escapes, experience by our American heroes at the time of the Revolution, there are many that are very interesting. One of these, worthy of note, en- dangered the life of one of our most prominent generals. This man had a faculty for always getting away with his life. During the year of 17.56, he was living on a lonely island in the Hudson, near Fort Edward. One night, when he was over at the fort he received a challenge to a duel, with a regular officer, which he accepted. As the challenged had the right to choose the weapons to be fought with, the general decided on kegs of dynamite. He stated that fuses of equal length should be at- tached to the kegs and be lighted simultaneously. The one who sat on his keg the longest should be considered the bravesr man. Finally the hour came, and the men took their places, each with a grim expression of determination on his face. For a moment, the officer watched the fatal flame flicker slow- ly toward his keg. As he looked, fright overcame him, and he took to his heels with all speed. The general coolly got up, strolled over to his opponent’s keg, and extinguished the flame. He then returned to his own and sat down, to all appearances, as unconcered as if he were on a king’s throne. When the fuse had burned as close as he thought safe, he calmly put it out. As the general and his antagonist opened the supposed dy- namite boxes, they viewed in utter amazement— two kegs of onions with the fuses attached. GEORGE GILCHRIST ■ o AN OUTING. Hurrah! We started with j)acks on backs, haversacks loaded with food, beans and what not, kitchen utensils hanging all over us, blankets cracking our backs, hope high in our breasts. We were at last headed for Diablo. Young and green we started out for experiences. We had them! We camped that night at Lafayette, . hungry as wolves, and considerably lightened our burden by eating a part of it; we made and ate flap- BEATRICE MILLER.

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12 THE TARGET paralyzed stomachs, aching backs, empty pack«,- utensils- still dangling,- and bunions on our feet as large as walnuts. A pair of weary Willies arrived home richer, and wiser for the experience. GRAFTON CARLISLE. — o TWO CHRISTMASES It was Christmas Eve. In a poor room of an East Side tenement house, a forlorn child hung up a much darned stocking, then bent over her invalid mother to kiss her, and crept into bed. Louise didn’t expect much, but she thought that perhaps St. Nicholas might have something left, when he arrived at her home. In a dainty room of a Fifth Avenue mansion, Marie, “a poor little rich girl,” hung up two silk stockings, beside the fireplace. She crawled into bed, and soon was in slumber- land. Then, preparations for her Christmas began. Her stockings were filled with goodies until they bulged, and a wonderful tree was trimmed. The next morning she surveyed her gifts indifferently, and angrily de- manded why she had not been given skates. Upon being told that she was too small, she sulked the rest of that glad day. The child of the tenement eagerly leaped from bed, only to find her stocking empty. Not daunted, she quickly dressed and went out into the streets to sing. Her sweet voice at- tracted the attention of passers-by who gladly gave her money. When Louise had collected a dollar, she considered herself very rich, indeed, and started to make her purchases. These consisted of bread, a soup-bone with which she intended to make broth for her mother, vegetables and fruit. A few pieces of a packing-box she found on the edge of the street. By one o’clock, she had the dinner cooked, which she and her mother happily and thankfully ate. In the Fifth Avenue home, Marie was nibbling at her turkey dinner, still angry about the skates. Now, can you draw your own con- clusion as to which dinner was most filled with Christmas cheer? MARAGRET SPALDING. LORD RANDAL. Harken, harken, my gallants so fine. Harken, to what I say ; Lord Randall the owner of many great lands. Was to marry to-day. 1 He went into the forest so fine. For to kill a deer. And what did he see But a bonny young lass. Combing her flaxen hair. “Be mine, be mine,” Lord Randal he said, Be mine, be mine,” quoth he, “And I will give you a fine castle. As fine as you did see.” The maiden laughed a silvery laugh, And with that did she flee, “Come again. Lord Randal, tomorrow morn. Then I my word will give thee.” Up in the morn rose Lord Randal, Up with the cock rose he; And he is off for the fine forest. As fast as he can dree. “Come, come,” Lord Randal he said, “Up and come with me!” “For you must come, and be my bride. Before the day shall dee. “Nay, nay,” the fair one she said, “Nay, nay,” said she, “For I have a husband at my cot, A husband and children three.” Slowly, slowly, rode Lord Randal, Slowly, home rode he. And he has shut him in the tower. To stay till he shall dee. BERNICE HIGGINS. — o AN EASY FORTY. Now my aim in life in boyhood days was to be a teacher. I had a job offered me in the West, and there was a bunch of bullies that had thrown the former master out of the window, and he had resigned. I agreed to take the place not know- ing this until I reached the town, then I wished 1 had not consented. When in a sorry mood, I signed up for a room at the hotel, I noticed