Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 19 BAND Upper row, left to right: Francis Phillips, Walter St. John, He ber Gute, Edward Gove, Standish Dohogh. Second row, left to right: Wilbur Booth, Robert McCullough, Donald Kitzmiller, Marion Clark, Wikes Glass, Hubert Bryant, Harold Woolsey, Charles Whitworth. Lower row, left to right: Lucian Eastland, Robert Edgar, George Gilchrist, William Foss, Sidney Brown. who had died a number of years ago, leaving his son all alone, for his wife had died before .he moved to this remote spot in the wilderness. This was the only place, he could call home and all his belongings were kept there. He had just reached the spot where his home formerly stood, and held in his hand a dirty piece of paper op which was scribbled the words, — “You remem- ber what you did to me by inn.” Yes, he did remember what he had done by the inn. He had knocked down a dirty half-breed by the name of Jose for mercilessly beating his horse and the half-breed had sworn to have revenge. And now he had done it by burning everything he owned but the clothes on his back, his rifle, his revolver and his faith- ful horse. . • ■ Two months had passed without his catching sight of Jose, but at last one day he heard that he had been standing at the very spot on which he was now resting but half an hour ago. He then strolled out of the bar, but he was no sooner out than a shot rang out. His hat dropped off his head and he wheeled around just in time to see the half- breed galloping away on a black horse. Quickly he picked up his hat, jumped on his horse and was off like a shot. The chase lasted fully half an hour and they were still about the same distance apart. Suddenly his enemy’s horse stum- bled, throwing his rider off. Soon Shafter reached them. The horse was limping around on three legs, for he had stepped into a prairie dog’s hole and had broken it. The master still lay unconscious on the ground. He pressed his re- volver to his head, but did not shoot. Soon he put , it back in its

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18 T H E T A K G E T It will lift their hopes and thoughts to things that are higher and better. It has no classrooms like the other buildings. It is a tower of beauty and inspiration. Its clock and bells will warn them of the passing hours and its lantern will be a beacon at night. If the campanile means anything more than a white tower to the people outside of the university, it must mean to the students “the spirit of the university.” CARL BElfER. CHRISTMAS The peace that comes at Christmas time, Envelops all the earth; And over hill and dale and wood. Are signs of Christmas mirth. In every humble cottage small. The Christmas spirit rules. And in the frosty morning’s light The trees ore decked with jewels. MELVIN STAMPER o SOUNDS OF TERROR. “What happened to Ed?” asked all the boys who were sitting around the mess table at the United States Naval Academy. “He is in a bad fix,” said the football captain, to whom they had spoken. “Poor fel- low, he is still out of his head. Ed was a quarter-back on the navy eleven, and had been kicked in the head in the army game. He never fully recovered from it. After many days, the doctor said that he could go back, the following evening to his daily routine. He seemed to be better, but once In a while he would have a fit. One night, about eleven-thirty, all the boys were awakened by a ter- rible scream. They collected in the hall to see what was the matter. Again and again the awful scream was heard, followed by dismal groans. The shriek was again sound- ed and seemed to come from the top of the building. Once more the cry of terror, and it appeared to come from the third floor. The boys were frightened stiff, none dat- ing to move. gain the frightful scream was heard, and it seemed to be right upon them. Then it seemed to COliie from below. Ten minutes passed and the boys heard no more, So they returned to their beds, but not one of them slept a wink till morn- ing. One midshipman named George Wall went to Ed’s room. But no Ed was there. Then it dawned upon him that Ed did the screaming. He hurried to the basement and there found poor Ed lying on the floor unconscious, beside a small door that opened into a sort of a closet. George notic ed this door and decided to find out its use in the morning. He carried Ed back to his room and nursed him until he became conscious again. George then went back to his room. The next morning George went to the very top of the building and here saw a rope hanging in the ven- tilating tower. He pulled up the rope and found a chair tied to its end. This had been used to repair the ventilating tower. George got in the chair and let himself down. He soon touched the bottom and found himself in the closet where Ed had been. He never let Ed know about it, nor any of his classmates, for Ed’s sake. JOHN PERKINS. o TO MARIAN COWEN I met a little seventher. Upstairs in the wide hall, I asked her why she didn’t grow And why she was so small. She slightly frowned and answered me As quick as do a few, “I am as big for me,” said she, “As you are big for you.” o THE REVENGE OF SHAFTER, “I shall never cease to follow him as long as I can move a step and the time will soon come when I will give the blackguard a taste of his own medicine.” This was said by George Shafter as he stood over the ruins of his home which was situated on the bank of a tributary of the Red River in Texas. Shafter was a man of twenty-five years of age and lived all alone in the rude house that was left to him by his father

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20 THE TARGET bolster and lay down by his enemy’s side. He forced some brandy into the half-breed’s mouth and soon he regained consciousness. Shatter then took all the harness from off the wounded horse and let it go. A few minutes later he carried the half-breed to his horse and he him- self mounted behind him. As they were slowly carried to the nearest town, he raised eyes to Heaven and said, “ ‘Revenge is sweet,’ say some people, but I cannot do it.” The next day he was seen walking arm in arm with Jose, and now they are the best of friende for he had repented and had become a man in- stead of a coward. LINCOLN SOO HOO. o A HUNTING PARTY. One hot summer day two small children, about four or five, came walking down the road. They were both dressed in brown overalls and blue shirt with large brown straw hats, and the only way one could tell them apart was by the shining curls which stuck out from under Jill’s hat. Jack carried a small BB gun which he thought was very large and heavy. As they walked along, both talking at the same time, there w ' as a rustle in the bushes and both stopped short. Silently they tip- toed up to the spot; Jack raised his gun and shot into the bushes and then stood silent listening for a while. Although nothing was there, the occurrence gave them an idea and they promptly put their two little heads together. That night at the dinner table Jack told a very exciting story, w ' ith additions from Jill, of how they had killed a raccoon. Needless to say, they did not agree entirely on many minor details, but of the fact that it was too heavy to carry and that they had thrown ii in the bushes to get some other time, they were both quite sure. LESLEY LIDDELL — o Charles Cobb: ‘‘I saw a forest-fire burn all week one night.” A MOUNTAIN TRIP IN THE SWISS ALPS. Early one summer morning, just as the sun had begun to paint the clouds and snow-capped uiountaiiis a rudd hue, five or six boys came out into the square prepared for the trip. We all wore gray felt caps, black army capes, and green hunting suits and knapsacks. We took the train at Wabern, and rode to Thurn accompanied by some Swiss peas- ants, who sang light ditties all the way. At Thurn we changed for Laut- erbrennen from which place we hik- ed to Murren. We ate a small second breakfast on a hillside full of Alpine roses, with the Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau peaks, all red with the rising sun, shining through the mist, which filled the valley. Proceeding on our way, we came to a little secluded valley in which was a frozen lake. In a few seconds the snowstorm w’as on. It was rather hard climbing in the snow, and there were frequent rests. When we reach- ed the top we were obliged to turn back, for there we saw one of the most dangerous things in the Alps, an overhanging ledge of snow, which breaks when stepped on. Going back, all tracks were covered and it was exceedingly hard to find a w ' ay. Luck brought us to a peas- ant’s chalet, w ' here we found an old lady who was willing to make us some hot coffee, and give us a hand- ful of cheese, and a glass of milk for two francs. The next day we went down into the valley and took the train for Kaudersteg where we stayed over- night. In the morning Herrn Busen- hardt, seeing that a few were loath to go over the Gemini Pass by road, took a few of us by the trail. I shall never forget the beauty of the pass. The only disfigurements were slabs on which were inscribed the names and brief accounts of the deaths of unfortunate travelers. Here too, we were caught in a snowstorm. In the snow and fog, the hotel was invisible, and as it was on the edge of a two thousand foot drop, w ' hich we were sure to have taken, we were glad we saw the lights in time. After dinner we began to get stiff, so we started on our journey. It was