Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 1 1 led her in the dance. Never before were heard such peals of silvery- laughter as the merry couples trip- ped the hours away. Dorothy danced with all the fairy princes, but after a while, in spite of all her efforts her eyes began to blink. Skipp noticed this, and at the first oportunity, he asked her whether it was not best for her to go home to rest. Think- ing of her mother, she agreed, but was very reluctant to leave beauti- ful Fairyland. Skipp and Dorothy were again above the clouds, and the first thing she knew, Dorothy was in her moth- er s lap relating her interesting ad- venture. VIRGINIA I. MITCHELL. A MOUNTAIN SCENE. Tall pine trees looked down upon two small tents which were standing on the edge of the calm blue lake. The soft, regular fall of the waves formed a thin spray in the early morning air. The glorius sun threw glancing rays in the misty air, mak- ing arches of fairest opal dart at every motion of the water. The fragrance of the pines and their soft moaning song seemed to enchant- ingly attract gorgeous butterflies to the magic scene. The snowy moun- tains with huge boulders rising among the fir trees, added to the beauty of the scene. The faint whistle of the steamboat mingled with the far-off call of the whippoorwill, as it danced from bough to bough accompanied by its own song. Little chipmonks twitter- ed in their homes, some running to and fro looking little ones gone as- tray. KATHERINE KETT. THE STORM. Not a sound broke the stillness, save now and then the croak of the old mill frog, which sounde d strange- ly out of tune to-night. He was try- ing to cheer up the world, but he was afraid of his own voice. I stood at the door of my cabin and looked up the valley. On either side loomed up the steep cliffs that shut out the whole world. I would never go out of my beautiful canyon — no, never . . . and yet, to-night — Suddenly, a rustling of leaves, a chill, roused me. I looked to the east. The huge trees were bending and swaying. The wind, fierce and wild, swept my canyon in great gusts from end to end. Iwent into the cabin and put a huge oaken log on the al- ready roaring fire. I huddled on the hearth. The branches of the old ap- ple tree scraped and broke against the cabin, while the thundering wind as if mad choked and raged on. All through that long night I sat, shud- dering and fearful, the loneliest per- son alive. But all at once the wind stopped as suddenly as it had come. With one last shriek it died away. I rose and stepped to my cabin door. The moon shone low in the west, flooding my valley with a reverent and peaceful light, and, as I stood in awed silence, it slowly sank, and as it disappeared behind the purple moun- tains, a greater light rose with glory in the east. ALICE GIBBS. Virginia Mitchell: They had a silver picture made of gold. Gertrude Seaver: If it had not rained today, I would have worn my bicycle to school.

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10 THE TARGET A TRIP TO FAIRYLAND. Dorothy was sitting under a big apple tree one beautiful day in June, watching the fleecy white clouds as they slowly passed by. Suddenly a small object appeared among the clouds. As it drew nearer, Dorothy could detect the form of a little elf dressed in red. He was soon right over her head, and dropping down at her feet, settled himself comfortably on the grass. Dorothy opened her eyes in astonishment when he told her that he was the Fairy King, called Skipp, and that his wife, the Queen of the Fairies, had invited her to come and visit Fairyland. We shall reward you because you have believed in Fairy Tales, he concluded, and even when your lit- tle friends tried to persuade you that there were no fairies, you stil had faith in us. That is the reason my Queen has given you this oportunity. Dorothy danced for joy. Skipp waved his wand, and Doro- thy was a little fairy, clothed in the beautiful garments of fairies. In a few seconds they were flying high above the clouds, and soon after slowly descended right into Fairy- land. There before them was the prettiest little garden ever seen. Tiny lanterns were strung among the trees, and strains of sweet music floated through the air. Little fairies were dancing among the trees and flowers. Come, said Skipp, when he thought Dorothy had gazed long enough, I ' ll take you to the Queen first, and after that we shall attend the ball. ' The Queen ' s abode was a tiny house made of violet leaves, with flowers for furniture. Snugly tucked away in the heart of a violet, a wee baby fairy slept. She was a dear lit- tle thing, all pink and white. In the tiny kitchen Skipp showed Dorothy the little dishes of ice cream, and many delicious cakes no bigger than the head of a pin. They then went back through the dainty little green halls which were scented with violets. As they approached the door, they heard the silvery tinkle of bells, at the sound of which the fairies all dis- appeared. Almost immediately they returned in the most shimmering at- tire, ready for the ball which soon took place. The fairy Dorothy thought most beautiful was a sweet-faced sprite with blue eyes, and a bewitching smile playing about her pretty red lips. She wore a baby wild rose in her golden hair, and her dress was of delicate rainbow tints. Dorothy gazing open-mouthed at the brilliant scene, was surprised on hearing the voice of Skipp, saying, Would you like to dance with me? But, added, remembering his ordin- ary red clothes which did not harm- onize at all with the delicate colors of the others, perhaps you would rath- er not dance with me in such raim- ent. Skipp laughed, waved his wand, and Presto! Change! he was a fairy-like dashing youth, dressed in cloth of gold. No sooner was he transformed than the beautifulfairy came up to them and laughingly said, Have you real- ly come, Skipp? You ' ve been a long time on your journey ; andthen turn- ing to Dorothy she said, Dear, I am the Queen of the Fairies. Would you like to be a fairy for one night? Yes indeed! beautiful Queen, she answered. The music softly stole out upon the air, and Skipp, taking Dorothy ' s arm,

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12 THE TARGET ORCHESTRA. Upper row, left to right — Robert Edgar, Edward Derby, John Broth- ers, Lawrence Kett. Se cond row — Irving Jurgenson, Walter St. John, Stanly Donogh, Ken- neth Graham, Arthur Gunderson, Hubert Bryant, Harold Woolsey, Robert McCullough. Lower row — Francis Phillips, Louis Lininger, Moses Rey, Ashley Hill, Edwin Borgstrom, Frank Sturges, John Olney, Marjorie Bond, Erato Deh- mel, Eleanor Weber, Ruth Scotford, James McCullough, Charles Whit- worth. RESERVE JUNE 1ST. The musical organizations expect to give a concert on the evening of June first in Wilkins ' Hall. The pro- ceeds will be used for the purchase of band and orchestral instruments, and music for all the organizations. The Glee Club will sing a cantata called The Village Blacksmith with organ and piano accompaniment. The Orchestra will give Marsch by Lachner, Narcissus by Nevin, and Crusader Overture by Rollinson. The Band is preparing the Juno Overture by L. P. Laurendean, and March Indenpendentia by R. B. Hall. Some of our graduates will as- sist in the program. Our concerts have always been a success and a source of great pleasure to particip- ants and audience as well. The mem- bers of our music department have been working faithfully, individually and collectively, as various toots, blasts and chords from eight to four have indicated. We feel sure that their efforts on June first will be sec- ond to none. THE BAND. Our Band played at the May Day Festival held in the public park on San Pablo avenue, Saturday, May first. Again they were heard at the