Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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30 THE TARGET BASKETBALL TEAMS Upper row, left to right: Eleanor Livingston, Doris Harford, Pauline Elder, Irene Tusch, Fannie McHenry (Manager), Anita Taniere, Tirill Durbrow, Ruth Younger, Camille Haines, Grace Greet Bettina Colloin. Second row, left to right: Alice Queen, Ruth Simpson, Priscilla Collom, Beryl Mitchell (captain), Beulah Butler, Bernice Pieser, Anna Knorp, Sheila Lambert, Margaret Mann. Lower row, left to right: Charlotte Arnold, Eleanor Mead, Blanche East- land, Ruth McBride, Muriel Durgin, Katherine Butler, Florence Thaxter, Theodora Hengstler, Agnes Sherwood, Mary Baxter, Ethel Kelsey. NIGHT. Slowly the sun sinks from sight, leaving behind, a brilliant trail which gradually changes to softer tones, and in time fades entirely away. The curtains of night are drawn by noiseless, unseen fingers; and the sky, suddenly awakened, opens its twinkling eyes, and begins upon the darkening earth. Low in the eastern sky, a silvery orb hangs, shedding over hill and meadow a soft, radiant light, which turns river and rippling brook to silver at the touch of its magic caress. Gradually the sounds of traffic cease, and the night in its moon- lit splendor reigns silent and supreme. NANCY LLOYD. THE “SISSY” “What’s up?” I asked as I joined a group of boys gathered near the station, What are you meeting here for?” “My cousin’s coming,” said Jim, “and he ' s bringing along a kid named Percival and he’s a regular dude in the making.” Just then the train swung around the curve and came to a stop at the station. Frank, Jim’s cousin, jumped from the step of the train followed by Percival. He certainly lived up to his name. From head to foot there was not to be seen a spot or speck ot dirt; there was a big bow under his chin and he could have easily used his shoes as mirrors. There was quite a contrast between him in

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THE TARGET 29 THE JUGGLERS OF CEYLON. “Hear that weird noise?” said some one. “It sounds like a flute to me.” Every body on the veranda sat still and listened. It was about four o’clock and tea had just been served. The hot tropical sun now allowed the guests to stroll about the hotel gar- dens but many remained on the ver- anda to talk of their travels and experiences. The sound drew nearer and up the driveway came a curious procession, of five Indian jugglers carrying some large baskets. The native in the lead played upon a reed pipe and wore a plaid skirt, and a yellow turban. There on the gravel drive- way in front of the veranda they halted and laid down their baskets. They formed a semi-circle and sat down. Everything was now ready and the reed pipes sent forth their strange notes. There were three small bas- kets in the center and when the music started the lids slowly rose a nd from the baskets three cobras came forth; after rising to their height, they swayed to and fro. Then with the occasional flash of red tongue and fang, they subsided into their baskets. The leader, a famous juggler, stepped forth and placed a small object in his mouth and . then took long breaths. Soon flames and smoke issued forth and continued for several minutes. This Indian juggler received a medal from Queen Victoria when he performed before her in England. The others did many tricks which puzzled and a- mused the spectators. The best trick was the basket trick. A native woman doubled her- self into a small round basket and the lid was then tightly put on. The others thrust swords through the basket and then called to her. A faint answer came, which grew louder, the lid was opened and the woman was helped out unhurt. The mango seed trick was t he next per- formed. The juggler dug a hole, planted a mango seed in it and sprinkled it with water. He then placed a cloth over it and began to play on his reed pipe. Presently the cloth quivered and slowly rose. When it had risen about fourteen inches, the juggler took the cloth off and there stood a mango plant. These tricks might not appear wonderful on the stage but right there on the ground before you it seemed marvelous and impossible A collection having been taken up, the jugglers departed leaving their spectators thoroughly mystified. LAWSON POSS. o BUBBLING BLOOD. The pirate ship “Golden Crescent” anchored near an uncharted island. Just as the sun was going down, the time when the condemned victims were cast overboard, the Captain, Curly Beard, called to his first mate. “Bring up old one-eyed Joe,” he said. The officer brought up an evil- looking man, who had been discov- ered trying to poison the food of the master of the vessel. “What have you to say for your- self?” gruffly asked Curly Beard, eyeing the victim tor a minute. “You can drown my body, . but I’ll follow you and more than once, you’ll see my blood bubbiing up. You look into the ocean in the morn- ing and see if you don’t,” growled One-eyed Joe. As most pirates are very super- stitious, the Captain could not forget the last words of his hated compan- ion, and dawn found him on the deck, anxiously scanning the sea. His weather-beaten face grew strangely pallid as he saw, not far from the prow of the vessel, a spot upon the water, red as blood, heaving and bubbling. “Here, Sam,” he said to the officer who came from the bridge, “take this bomb, and, see that red spot yonder? Blow it to China.” Then Curley Beard hurried into his cabin and locked the door. When the mate returned to the ship, he knocked twice at the Cap- tain’s door before it was unlocked. “I thought, sir.” he said, holding out a filmy red bunch,” you might like to see w ' hat queer seaweed it was.” ' ■ RUTH SORRICK. o

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THE TARGET 31 BASKETBALL TEAMS Upper row, left to right: Victor Bigelow, Francis Kelsey, Elbert Schiller, Owen Schloss, Richard Erving, Edward Gove, Grafton Carlisle. Second row, left to right: William Foss, John Smith, William Horstmann, George Bliss, Robert McHenry. Lower row, left to right: Kaarlo Ponsi, Earle Lowell. his tidy clothes and us in our torn and spotted overalls. He seemed to be quite shocked at our appearance. After being introduced to us, he went off with Jim and Frank. “Gee he’s no dude, he’s a sissy,’’ I said. And so ever after that he was known as the “Sissy.” Every time we got a chance we would tease him. Sometimes I won- der that he stayed, the way we treat- ed him. But it had to end some time and so it did. It happened when the vacation was about half over. We were down at the swimming hole Percival, after having carefully spread out our hand- kerchiefs, sat on the bank watching us. “Smudge Perkins”, the biggest boy in our gang, crawled out of the water when Percival wasn’t looking and began sneaking up behind him. He dodged aside just in time, so that “Smudge” didn’t get a good grip. When Percival found he was being dragged towards the water, he got mad for the first time. He hit “Smudge” on the side of ' the head. At first “Smudge” didn’t know Avhat hit him. But he picked himself up and was going to return the blow with interest. Percival was ready. What was left of “Smudge” when Percival got through isn’t worth men- tioning. He got into his clothes about as fast as he could and we didn’t see him again for about a week. When he did appear, he and Percival were the best of friends. But Per- cival was never again known as the “Sissy.” WILLIAM BIDDLE o THE LOVERS. Iheie was a lass, a well beloved lass, A handsome lass was she. She had all on her gay attire, And the sun shown right brightly.