Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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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THE TARGET 21 hard to keep from running as the hill was so steep, but if we ever started, we never would have stopped until we went over the edge. It was about fourteen miles to Leuk, where the “Hotel zum Krone” was our only refuge. It was so to our dislike that we made a jingle about it, which would spoil my story if written. In the morning we took the train to Berne, via Geneva, Lausanne, Montreux, and Anverge, and when we reached our destination on the next day, we had two days’ vacation to make up our school work. PARKER ALLEN. o THE TRIBUTE TO MUMTAZI MA- . HAL. The night was warm, clear and S;till, the sort of night that seems to bring out the fragence of every plant and flower. The mocnlight, streaming down in soft silver rays over the plain, looked down on the quiet town of Agra, India, and farther out on the marble domes of the Taj Mahal. On this night a party of Amer- icans entered the great arch of red sandstone and stood, spellbound at the beauty before them. A pool of shimmering water in which was reflected the exquisite outline of the Taj Mahal softened by the moon- shine, lay between the gateway and the building. The water was edged with dark cypresses, forming a strong contrast with the delicate reflection. At the end of the vista rose the beautiful pure edifice, a peDcl set among the gardens. The travelers approached it, and entered the great doorway. Here they were met by a Hindu guide who led them down to the crypt where Mum Taj and her husband lie buried. The guide then raised his head and holding the candle up so that only his dark face and yellow turban were visible in the flickering light, gave that weird half chant, half hallo, which only the Hindus can make, until it resounded throughout the great structure. When the echoes had died away he told the sad story of Mum Taj. “Mum Taj,” he said, “the Pride of the Palace, was a beautiful Persian princess. She married Shah Jehan, and became his favorite wife. But in a few years she died and her husband had this wonderful building built for. her. His palace was across the Jumna, and after her death he would sit there in the Jasmine Bower, the queen’s own apartment, and look across the river at the Taj Mahal, thinking of his beautiful wife. The travelers now ascended the stairs, walked down the path beside the pool, and after a last look from the gateway, left the mausoleum in silence. The poet has well said,- — “The gaze lights On that great tomb rising prodigious, still. Matchless, perfect in form, a miracle Of grace, and tenderness and sym- metry. Pearl-pure against the sapphire of the sky. Instinct with loveliness— not masonry. Not architecture, as all others are. But the proud passipn of an em- peror’s love Wrought into living stone.” FERN HICKS. McKinley school fund. Receipt ' s. May 1, Balance on harid . $ 6.58 .July 1, Bividend .40 Oct. 7, Collection Total . . . . $ 26.04 Expenditures. Repairs ? .25 Badges - . 5.05 Baseball 1.25 Tennis .70 Lime 1.60 Incidentals . .40 $ 9.25 Balance . ? 16.79 MUSIC FUND. Receipts. Mav 1, Balance on hand , . $ 17.82 Mav 25, Concert 77.60 Total . . $ 95.42 Expenditures. Music Stands $ 4.15 Baritone . . . . 38.00 Malophone . . 40.00 Music 4.16 1 86.31 Balance 1. $ 9.11 W. B. Clark, Treasurer.