Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET o here, and carrying that crazy tray and feelin’ like a fool I makes for a table. “Before I’d gone two steps I hears a kind of mild hallooing back of me. I turned, and there was half the world and his wife callin’ me back. 1 weren’t surprised. Nothin’ short of sudden death could ’uv surprised me then, so back I goes and a lady perched up on a hen roost glares at my tray. ‘Praps she’s seein’ if I’ve got anything that ’ll be bad for me’, thinks I, but she jest gives me a coupon affair, (which of course I didn’t any more know what to do with than I knew what to do with a squalling baby,) and then I asked in a kind of mild despair, “Well now may I eat it?” MURIEL OAKESHOTT o A FISH STORY “Skinney,” said Bob,“tell us about your vacation last summer.” “Well,” snorted Skinney,“it isn’t much but I did have several ex- citing experiences.’ ' Skinney was the son of Squire Jones but it seemed his father did not have very much effect upon his boy for Skinney was often referred to when the boys were discussing fish stories. The boys were seated upon a bench in Skinney’s back yard and having nothing to do were spinning yarns. “Well,” again snorted Skinney, “did I ever tell about the fish I caught in Coon’s bay?” His ex- pected answer was the shake of Bob’s head. Skinney then showed a pleasant look and commenced by saying, “It must have been in July when the cods were running good when I was invited by Old Salt Joe to go fishing. He had a sort of third hand dingey and in this he made his living by fishing. “I had made his acquaintance one day while I was tramping about the beach ana he asked me to go with him. Well, we started one morning about five o’clock and made a good run up to the reefs. We fished for about an hour without any success and taking the matter in hand I said, ‘Joe, let’s go farther out.’ Joe nodded and I started to row while he took the helm. “After rowing for a good while I was tired out. I had no sooner thrown my line into the water than the boat lurched to one side and I was pulled- almost out. ‘Hold hard!’ ‘Hold hard!’ shouted Joe and taking the oars he pulled tor all he was worth. It was of no use, the boat did not move and as I looked over the rail I could see foam and spray everywhere and a large blackish- red tail thrashing the water. “Joe, seeing that it was of no use to row, stopped and watched the fish which at that moment was pull- ing us towards ' shore at a great rate. Picking up a large knife, I re- solved to cut the line, but Joe stopped me saying, “Don’t cut, youngster, cause he will have us in shore in a few minutes.’ I did not cut and within twenty minutes he had us near the beach. “The fish saw his mistake too late. We were soon out in the water, which was only three feet deep, and Joe, seizing the knife reached under the fish’s head and cut its throat; the water was soon red and with the help of some lookerson we got the fish on shore. It weighed five hun- dred pounds and measured fifteen feet; we sold it for |1000 to the Government.” At this moment of the story, Skin- ney was interrupted by a low langh and somewhat sheepishly eyeing Bob, he saw him doubled up with laughter. “Well, if you don’t believe it go and ask ‘Old Salt Joe’,” said Skinney who knew he was on the safe side for Coon’s Bay was one hundred miles away and there was no such character as “Old Salt Joe.” DUDLEY BENNETT. TO YOU Oh here’s to the holly, the bright green holly. And here’s to the evergreen tree! The days are long, the days are cold. But our hearts are gay and free. Oh here’s to the holly, the green- wreathed holly. And here’s to Old Santa too; For Christrnas is here, with its joy and its ch er. And here’s a, Merry Christmas to you. • DOROTHY STAATS o-

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4 THE TARGET (Moses and Sally recognized most of the presents). The doll had a crown of popcorn, the sled stood ready to use, and best of all the children’s minds, a huge box of candy hung from the branches just in reach of their eager hands. Santa Claus had come but in what form? As a jolly old man to the children, for only Sally and Moses had , noticed three pairs of foot- prints leading from the little tree toward the hig house. CHARLOTTE ARNOLD. o ANNA’S CHRISTMAS. Anna was a poor little girl who had no father, and whose mother was a hard working woman. As Christmas approached, she heard some rich little girls talking of San- ta Claus. Anna then told her mother what she had heard. She said that thej ' were to put up their stockings on Christmas Eve, and that Santa Claus would fill them. Her mother said that Santa Claus would not come to her that year. But Anna was sure that he would not forget her. When Christmas Eve came, Anna hung her stocking upon the fire- place and then went to bed, dream- ing that her stocking would be filled with candies and good things. When she awoke, she ran to see what Santa Claus had given her. Her stocking was empty. On looking around she saw a little baby owl which had fallen through the chim- ney, and joyfully she hurried to show her mother what she had re- ceived from Santa Claus. She believed that he had sent it to her. There never a happier child than Anna that Christmas. THEODORA HENGSTLER. o A GREETING May peace and happiness be thine. At this glad season, Christmas time. And may your yule-log burn with cheer. And joy pursue you all the year. ALICE GREER. o QUITE SIMPLE, WHEN YOU KNOW HOW! “Well did you ever know the likes o’ that!’’ A bluff, good natured Australian contractor, newly arrived at San Francisco, sat down heavily with a disgusted sniff, and glared around. “What’s the row?” “What’s the row! Why 1 were walking round the streets of this city and being kind of hungry, 1 went into a place to git something to eat. It was a kind of a swell place, but bein’ fed up on ship fare, I decided to go on the spree, so in I went. I went past the payin’ place to get to a table, but bless my heart, if a good- fer nothin’ waiter didn’t come and politely request that I should step this way. Well he took me ri t back to the door and I thought he were goin’ to turn me out, and I kind of bristled up but he showed me a long passage along side of one wall, railed off with a shiny brass rail and told me to walk right on. I did for a bit, but that passage seemed to lead to Tim- buctoo. ‘Well ‘pon my word; says I to myself ‘this beats cockfighting. There’s every one eatin’ away, and me walking ’round outside like a fool. ' And with that I ducks under the rail and seats myself at a table. “And who do you think comes up but another waiter saying the same thing about ‘stepping this way, ‘well hang it all man,’ yells I, ‘what’s the idea? Where’n the dickens do you expect me to land?’ ‘If you’ll come this way. I’ll show yer, says he. So off I goes under that brass rail again. “Soon we comes to a pile o’ trays, and I’m blest if that man didn’t tell me to take one! ‘What, me!’ I gasps By this time my thinking organs were pounded into jelly, so I says, ‘Lead on, Macduff, and I’ll foller you. So on we goes again, and my stars ir we didn’t go through miles of plates set out on kind of counters, and if that creature didn’t tell me to take what I wanted, and put it on that tray. Why he might as well have told me to fly. How on earth could I take what I wanted out of those acres of tucker, when I didn’t even know their names. ‘Well,’ thinks I, ‘any- thing to get out of this hole,’ so I grabbed a plate there, and a plate

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THE T A E G E T () CUPID IS BLIND. The sun slowly traveled toward the end of his long journey and the busy crowds on the broad street quick- ened their steps toward home. The little birds with plaintive chirps, cuddled down for the night in their cosy nests among the waving tree tops; the lonely cry of the whip-poor- will could be heard from a neigh- boring fruit tree, while the ringing laughter of happy maidens sounded across the drowsy silence, and the crooning of a mother to her sleepy child came from the open door of the little white summer cottage. A young man with his companion sat upon the wide steps of the vine- covered piazza. He was a hand- some youth, slender and clean cut, but showing in every line of his slight limbs a hidden strength. His hair curled back from a broad fore- head and ' his dark eyes shone from beneath long lashes. But the ' girl, his companion, was homely. Her cheeks were an un- natural crimson and her nose was broad and flat. Her hair was combed severely over each ear, while her scrawny arms hung stiffly at her sides. Her dark print calico dress fell in stiff folds about her large feet, but he didn’t care, or notice her faults ‘as he clasped her to his breast. “Hove is blind,” they say. But then, he was a tiny tot of four and she was his dear, old sawdust doll. ‘ RITA ADAMSEX. — — o NAGASAKI. Nagasaki is a small, beautiful sea- port in the southern part of Japan. When we entered the harbor, we sailed through a narrow channel not quite a mile long. The water was a light green that blended harmonious ly with the ttrees and shrubs on either side of us. » About us were large storlts and pheasants, flying at leisure. As we approached we saw a large lake with the town built around it. Nagasaki has no wooden wharves, but low cement ones. Thevlake or harbor is sur- rounded by high mountains. When • we- anchored off the bay. large .mmibeys; of small boats came up to take us ashore. We hired a boat permanently, and the owner hoisted the American flag on it. After we were examined, we went ashore, and at the landing saw a large hotel flying the American col- ors. As we walked up the street we saw men and women making hats and slippers, and carving wood and brass, and other bric-a-brac. We got in a jinrikisha. and rode about the town, enjoying many interest- ing sights. Along one path winding around the mountains were beautiful jars of burning incense. This road we learn- ed, led to a temple, which we de- sired to visit. When we arrived we were surprised to find a long narrow building, at the end of which was a large picture of New York and the Brooklyn Bridge. Only my sister was allowed to enter with her shoes on. We men and boys had to take ours off. Within, the priests were having tea to which we were invited, but we surely found it hard to sit on the floor as they did. After living in the town for a year we left for America, the band on the Battleship Oregon playing “The Star Spangled .Banner” as we pushed out. ARTHUR GUNDERSEN. o KING RICHARD AND THE BOLD ARCHER. Come, listen to me, you gallants so free. And I’ll tell you a story quite true. That happened many years ago. And I’ll tell it now to you. Cruel Richard on his death-bed lay. And round him his counsellors three; Before him stood a bold archer. Had shot arrows at him three. Quoth Richard, “What have I done to thee. That you shot me with arrows three?” “By the faith of my body,” the bold archer he said, “You have shot my brothers three.” “By the faith of my body,” King Richard he said, “I forgive you before I dee,” And turning to his counsellors. He ordered him set free. PHILIP’ DOWDELL.