Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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HIGH NINTH CLASS.

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OIontFutB Holy Xight (Poem) George Eldredge Christmas in the Little Log Cabin Charlotte Arnold ... Anna’s Christmas Theodora Hengsler A Greeting (Poem) Alice Greer Quite Simple, — When You Know HowMuriel Oakeshott . . A Fish Story Dudley Bennett To You (Poem) Dorothy Staats Cupid Is Blind Rita Adamsen N ' agasaki Arthur Gundersen .. King Richard and the Bold Archer ....(Poem) Philip Dowdell Vespers Henry C. Thomas .. The Winning Tally Chester Post The Meaning of Art M. C. K The Party Line Philip Calkins An Incident on the Bay Phyllis Graham A Christmas Eve Picture (Poem) ..Ruth Gompertz A West Point Story Arthur Parsons .... Greetings (Poem) Bernice Jackson Nature’s Call Beatrice Miller A Spirited Duel George Gilchrist An Outing Grafton Carlis le Two Christmases Margaret Spaulding Lord Randal (Poem) Bernice Huggins ... An Easy Forty Rufus Johnson Christmas Cheer (Poem) Geraldine Quillinan The Treasure Noel Morrow A Christmas Wish for Yon (Poem) Minnie Chan Fool’s Gold Dorothy Todd The Message of the Holly (Poem) William Horstmann Science Not Always True George Hopping .... What Will Santa Say? (Poem) Isabelle Warwick .. A Dreadful Night Camille Haynes The Sather Campanile Carl Beyer Christmas (Poem) Melvin Stamper Sounds of Terror John Perkins The Revenge of Shafter Lincoln Soo Hoo ... A Hunting Party Lesley Liddell A Mountain Trip in the Swiss Alps ..Parker Allen The Tribute to Mumtazi Mahal Fern Hicks McKinley School Fund What Do Mosquitoes Mean Charles Woodworth The Man From the Almo John Smith -A Misapprehension Myrta Smith A Message (Poem) Irene Tusch The Last Will and Testament of the High Ninth Class A Great Battle Donald Kitzmiller . Seven Long Years (Poem) Marjorie Moore An Alaskan Dog Race Howard Moore The Jugglers of Ceylon Lawson Poss Bubbling Blocd Ruth Sorrick Night Nancy Lloyd The “Sissy” William Biddle .... The Lovers (Poem) Dorothy Pratt A Ruse Ernestine Porter .. In the Social World Eleanor Tingman .. The Twin Firs Dorothy Blean .... The World’s Christmas (Poem) Robert Thompson .. The Hunter’s Tale Muriel Durgin Editorials A Sand Storm Morgan Cox Holly (Poem) .lean Waste The Balloon Race Lyle Marsellis The Ghost Leroy McIntyre .... A Comedy of Education (Poem) Revere Hofstetter .. Jokes 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 e 6 b” T 7 8 8 9 9 9 10 10 10 12 12 12 14 14 14 15 16 16 16 16 17 18 18 18 20 20 21 21 22 23 23 23 24 27 28 28 29 29 30 30 31 32 33 34 34 34 35 36 37 37 37 38 38

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THE TARGET McKinley introductory high school, Berkeley. VOL. XXII. December, 1914. NO. 2 HOLY NIGHT. The snow was lying thick and white, And all the world was still, And through the stars the moon arose O’er the snow crown of the hill. The stars that twinkled that Christ- mas nighf. Were the same that long ago. To the shepherds watching on the hill. The Heavenly way did show. GEORGE ELDREDGE. o CHRISTMAS IN THE LITTLE LOG CABIN. A big stir was going on in a large house in Kentucky, and the darky cook’s children hung around the door with their eyes nearly popping out, and their little tight braids standing out st’-aight from their curly black heads, while they gazed with admiration and wonder at each big package or glimpse of tinsel A- gain and again the cook would call to them, “Louisa May, don yo’ an’ de res’ of de chilren hang ’roun dat do.’ Ole massa ’ll be driben’ yo’ all off wid a big stick ef yo’ all don’ watch out.” But the commands were use- less. for in a minute the darkies would steal back with their eyes bigger, and their braids straighter than before. “Sarah Ann. is Santa Claus com- ing to your house this Christmas?” asked Alison, the little girl who lived at the house, of one of the children. “Lor’ no. Miss Alison,” replied the darky rolling her eyes, “he couldn’t get down de chimney. He’d stick half way ’Sides, it’s too dirty an’ mammy an’ pappy ain’t got time to wash it.” This reply set Alison to thinking, and later she ran to her mother and asked, “Mother, mayn’t we do some- thing extra this Christmas for Sally and Moses’ family? I have my al- lowance you know.” “Well, dear, you’ll have to be up pretty early then.” “Oh, mother. I’ll beat the birds,” cried Alison, jumping up and down, and she kept her word. It was Christmas Eve at the little log cabin in the wood. Sally came in smiling. “Moses,” she said to a negro who was fastening a little tree in a box, “de mistress done let me off early, an’ look what Ah done made fo’ de little pickininnies.” She held up a pan full of gingerbread men and animals. After allowing him to ad- mire them, she went over to w ' here he was working. “Now, what undah de sun is vo’ all workin at? Yo’ don’t tell me j ' o’s workin’ on a tree fo’ some white children on Christmas Eve, when dey’s got daddies who can niake ’em deyselfs, an’ our little dar- lin’s aint got nothin’! Yo’ lazy, good- fer-nothin’ nigga! MTiat’s dat, dat fo’ our little picikinies? Now ef yo’ ain’t de bestesten man on de side ob dis year earth. What we gwine ter put on it?” Moses rose, his black face beam- ing, and brought forth a box, in which was a sled, a wooden doll, and some other things he had made. These he and Sally hung on the tree which they placed outside the cabin door. Early the next morning the little dal kies were out of bed, eager to start to the “big house,” but lo! what stood before their own door? It V as a little Christmas tree raising its head proudly above a mantle of tinsel and gay ornaments and gifts.