Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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r H E T A K (i E T : 2 BASEBALL TEAM. Upper row, left to right; Richard Erving, John Smith, Owen Schloss, Robert McHenry, Earle Lowell. Lower row, left to right: John Moore, Edward Gove, Cyril Gilsenan, George Bliss. But her heart was sad, full sad it was, ’T was almost broke in three. For her lover was gone, ’twas seven long years. And never could she him see. And as she walked along the road. Now feeling quite sadly. She met a very handsome man, Was sighing so piteously. And as she looked again, again. Her true love she thought it must be. But he, not looking at her sweet face. Rode on unheedingly. “Look, look,” she cried in voice so glad, “I’m your lady fair, you see, “Oh Welcome, welcome, love,” he cried. Come, be my bride speedily.” And so into the town they rode, A happy pair to see. He riding on the dappled horse. And she ui on his knee. DOROTHY PRATT. o A RUSE, The Kern family lived in a small valley among the foothills, some ten miles from their nearest neighbor. They had not been troubled by the numerous Indians in thevicinity for some time, the latter having been severely punished by a force of United States’ soldiers for annoying the settlers. There was also a small company that patrolled the country to protect the scattered farms. Mr. Kern had gone to do some business at the little settlement thirty miles away. He left Joe and Dan to take care of things in his absence. Suddenly they heard wild