Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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16 THE TARGET “Oh, God, niy mother!” With her name came a smile of wonderful con- tent and the quivering old man lay still. The nurse raised her eyes to the doctor. “Gone,” he repeated. DOROTHY TODD. o THE MESSAGE OF THE HOLLY The holly that blooms ’round the Christmas time. With foliage of bright green hue. Intermingled with red and Yuletime cheer. Gives to life a color anew. And when by the hearth many glad hearts do sing. In the midst of the Christmas cheer. The holly, a message of love does impart And makes every life more dear. WI LLIAM HORSTMANX o SCIENCE NOT ALWAYS TRUE. (A True Incident) In the Sierra Nevada Mountains, in the wonderful valley of the Kern, around a bright, blazing campfire heaped with huge logs sat in a large circle that well-known order, the Sierra Club- The fire cast a ruddy glow on faces young and middle-aged, not sad or troubled faces but happy and laughing, One never is sad or unhappy in the mountains. The fact is ' one never has time to get that way be- cause everything is so wonderful and beautiful. Someone in this laughing circle suggested to Dr. Collins, a geo- logist, tell them something of the history of the country they v.ere now in. Dr. Collins, being perfectlj ' a- greeable, arose and stood for a mo- ment thinking of what he would say, then began with a deep scientific ' . oice. “I have decided to explain how the lake, which is . in this valley and is called Kern Lake was formed. Many years ago, perhaps a thousand, there was a great earthquake caused by the shifting of a rift in the earth. This earthquake was of such a char- acter that it did not extend over more than fifty mtles square. The heaviest part of this earthquake was at the foot of this lake causing the em- bankment which you now see. The water then filled the lake to its present condition.” Just then an old packer who was packing for the party turned to his companion with an amused smile playing about his lips. “Did you hear what that feller was a-saying?” he said with a well-aimed poke at Jim’s ribs. “Yes, what of it?” replied Jim in- quisitively. “Why,” returned the other,“all that junk about earthquakes wasn’t true at all. I was here when that there lake was formed. A monstrous land- slide come down from old Round Top. I tell you it like to scared me plumb out of my wits.” GEORGE HOPPING. o WHAT WILL SANTA SAY? Last year a slight complaint he made Santa so round and full of glee. Because he feared he’d need some aid To get down the small gas stove to me. I wonder what he’ll say this year, Santa the good and kind old sire. He’ll rave, and fret and scold I fear. To see just only ’lectric wire. ISABELLE WARWICK. o A DREADFUL NIGHT. It was in vacation and in a lonely mountain valley that I spent this awful night. Father had gone to town to meet the train on which mother was coining. It had been arranged that a neighbor was to stay with me till he got back. We spent the afternoon quite cheerfully: she told me of all the exciting adventures of her child- hood and of the superstitions of her old negro mammy. It was late in the afternoon when suddenly her eldest son rushed up to the door and said the baby was ill and they didn ' t know what was the matter with it. His mother

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THE TARGET 15 ORCHESTRA. Upper row, left to right: Arthur Gunderson, Robert Edgar, Harold Woolsey, Robert McCullough, George Gilchrist, Lucian Eastland, Jean Waste, Miss Ellerhorst (conductor). Second row, left to right: Frances Phillips, Constance Lutgen, Dorothy Sawyer, Walter St. John, Victor Bigelow, Blanche Tomaire, Mildred La ird,- Kenneth Graham, Eleanor Weber, Charles Whitworth. Lower row, left to right: Ruth Scotford, Ashley Hill, Lawrence Kett, Sherrill Conner, Edward Derby, Edward Borgstrom, Marjorie Bond. FOOL’S GOLD. The room, richly hung, heavy in its richness, seemed to extend on all sides to black voids, limitless spaces. The half glow of the nurse’s night light seemed aeons of distance away, the nurse — a creature of another world. The old man felt utterly a- lone in a black nothingness on a big four-poster bed. He started to call, but shut his eyes with the help- lessness of the very ill. He opened them again to find the space before him filled with a hard, dazzling light, blackening the dark- ness round. Floating in the radiance, appeared to be a flaming sword, but as he looked, clammy with fear, he saw it become a woman, dressed as the Greek Gods, but her girdle twined of moving, hissing snakes. Her eyes were bright and wild, and her left breast, — her heart, was gone. “Who comes?” the old man breathed so still his breath, it seemed but a thought. “Gold!” screamed the specter, and yet it seemed to make no sound. “Gold! Know you me not? I am that for which you have toiled, that for which you have lived, that for which you have wasted, crushed, de- stroyed all that was good in your life, — happiness, respect, love!” “No, no!” the old man whispered. “Such loyalty can but earn its just rewards. — Come! ” She held out glittering arms, the snakes, writhing upwards, fastened themselves on the old man’s throat. “Celia— my wife,” the old man panted, “my children, — help!” “Gone, all gone,” the specter re- plied, “deserted for me.”

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THE TARGET 17 did not want to leave me alone but as someone had to stay at our house, I made up my mind to be a heroine and sacrifice my own feelings for the baby. 1 said I was not timid and for her to go. I was not afraid ’till I saw her form slowly change to a speck in the distance: then a sudden fear took hold of me, but I tried to throw it off. To occupy my mind I sat down by a window and began reading “The Black Cat” by Poe. As it is one of the spookiest books ever written, I became interested and did not realize how long I had read, till, looking up, I saw that the side of the room without windows was dark and I was strain- ing my eyes to read. I turned on the electric light; it flickered and went out. I tried every light in the house, but they were all out. Then I ransacked all the shelves and boxes but not a candle was to be found. When my search was over, it was pitch dark. S-h-h-h! What was that? Surely someone walking outside. I stood tense, listening but it was not repeated. Just as I drew a breath of relief, a long weird howl startled me again. My common sense told me it was only a wolf holding a mysterious conversation with the moon, but then I remem- bered the superstition that a dog howling means a death soon. I argued then that a wolf was not quite a dog so it would not apply here. The clock began to strike eigh t; it startled me. Then the most awful noise began. It was in the kitchen surely. I decided to go out and face it, but I never ex- pected to return. I pulled open the door and peered in. An awful silence and then it began again, right beside me. Certainly it was in the bread can. I opened it and saw a little black shadow jumping up and down. It was a mouse, but oh! it was so good just to know that some living thing was near me. I turned around and a cold terror crept over me for there calmly sitting in the corner was an old ugly-faced woman, wearing a sun- bonnet. After what seemed like half an hour of perfect stillness, I walked over and peered closer. It proved to be only a sunbonnet and an apron hung over the back of a chair. I sat down and waited for what should come next. Every little noise startled me and all the superstitions and ghost stories I had ever heard came flocking to my mind. After sitting there, every minute seeming longer, someone tried the door and then knocked. I held my breath and called in rather strained tones, “Who is it?” “Just us,” answered a familiar voice. Well, then you 4tnow how I felt. CAMILLE HAYNES. o THE SATHER CAMPANILE. Campanili were first used in the early part of the Christian era, as bell towers for churches. Later, in a few cases, they were used to call the people of a town to assembly. Usually churches have only one, but some have two such towers. They are built either entirely separate from the church, or separate, and connected by an arcade, or as part of the church itself. There are several types of campanili, round, square and sometimes octagonal. The leaning tower of Pisa is a famous example of the round type. The Sather Campanile is of the square type. The foundation rests on solid bed rock. The tower has been made earthquake proof, by the bracing of every other floor instead of all of them. It will be covered with granite up to the pyramid and that will be coverel with marble. The elevator will go up to the floor be- neath the belfry floor or belvedere. From this belvedere a fine view of the bay cities will be possible. The chimes are to be hung from a ring which is fastened to the top of the belvedere. From the ground to the bronze lantern at the top it is 302 feet as compared to 396 feet, the height of the highest campanile in the world. Now and in years to come the cam- panile will mean more than a build- ing to the students of the U. C. It is the heart of their alma mater.