Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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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THE TARGET 13 BAND. Upper row, left to right — William Woollet, Louis Dougherty, Hubert Bryant, Irving Jurgenseon, Walter St. John, Harold Woolsey, Donald Kit zmiller, Robert Edgar. Lower row — Francis Phillips, Stanly Donogh, Sidney Brown, Robert McCullough, Louis Lininger, Standish Donogh, James McCullough, Heber Gute, Ralph Beais, Allen Ingalls, Charles Whitworth. In front — Frederick Fender. Y. M. C. A. entertainment given the evening of May seventh. At the first field day of the intermediate high schools, May eighteenth, they stim- ulated enthusiasm and led us oa to victory. The organization was a great source of pride to McKinley School that day, and a joy to all assembled. PIANO CLUB. At the meeting of this organization held on April fourth, a pleasing pro- gram was renderd. Camille Haynes played The Song of the Lark, by Tschaikowsky; Pauline Elder, A Fantasie, by Mendelssohn; Mar- jorie McCullough, Venetian Boat Song, by Mendelssohn; Natalie Ray- mond gave one movement from a Sonata, by Mozart; and Herbert Daube, A Selection in G Minor, by Mendelssohn. The fifth and last meeting was held Friday, May twenty-first. This half-hour was given over entirely to members of the High Ninth Class. Herbert Daube played The Chase, by Heller; Minnie Chan played The Brooklet, composed by her teacher, Otto Fleisner; Gait Bell, Sherzo, by Mendelssohn; Muriel Ditzler, To a Water-lily, by Mac- Dowell; Beulah Butler, The Last Hope, by Gottschalk, and Ruth Sor-