Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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 TARGET 13 MANDOLIN CLUB. Left to right, Lawson Poss, Allen Hargear, Fred Edinger, Standish Donogh, Amelia Bernard, Elizabeth Mclndoe, Tom McGuire. the name, John P. Bailey, Boston, Mass., on the register. I decided to see him for I was mighty lonesome. I knocked at Room 36 and in res- ponse to my knock a tall muscular fellow seized my hand. 1 told him that I had conesnted to take the school and I wished now 1 had not. He agreed to help me out of my troubles. At eight-forty I went to the Turn- pike”, as the school was called, and prepared for the day. At nine o’clock when 1 rapped for order, the pupils took their seats. A trustee introduced me, put the school on its nonor and then took his way homeward. Along the back row of seats were the boys, and it did not take me long to know that trouble was brew- ing. Thinking it best to know the names of my charges, 1 had a girl go to the blackboard and place the names according to the seating. Suddenly I saw a hand go up in the room and a large spitball splash upon the blackboard. The battle was on and I knew it. The thrower was the largest boy in the school. Bill Davis. I ordered him to come and pick up the missile and toss it out the window. He did not budge. I told him he had just one minute in which to act and after that I would force him to do it. Still he sat motionless, sullen and stubborn-looking. Thirty seconds” I called, and in truth it was a tense minute in the schoolroom. Just then the outer door flew open with a bang, and in stalked a big, burly, disreputable-looking hobo. Hello, teacher, gimme a dime, will you?” he shouted as he advanced towards me. Get out of here,” I commanded angrily. Fve got no dime for you. You are interrupting our school work. Get out. 1 say.” Don ' t get too gay, little chap,” he returned insolently, shaking a huge, clenched fist in my face. “You gi- mme ten cents, else something’ll happen here.” T will give you just one minute to leave this room,” I vowed firmly