Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 15 PIANO CLUB. Upper row, left to right — Terrill Durbrow, Roberta Holmes, Henry Snyder, Herbert Daube, Gait Bell, Albert Becker, Blanch Eastland, Jean Scotford. Second row — Elizabeth Roberts, Luella Longenecker, Minnie Chan, Muriel Ditzler, Beulah Butler, Muriel Durgin, Bettina Collom, Gertrude Seaver, Amybeth Payson, Lorena Edwards. Second row — Marjorie McCullough, Margaret Giesler, Lois Brock. Lillian Leland, Margaret Wishard, Ruth Sorrick, Muriel Collins, Camille Haynes, Pauline Elder, Eleanor Mead, Louise Runckel. Lower row — Barbara Simpson, Eleanor Bonner, Natalie Raymond, Anita Foss, Loretta Wardlaw, Gertrude Hatch, Eleanor Stillman, Laura Bolton. THE GLEE CLUB. There have been a few changes in the personnel of the Club recently. Several members have been added to the roll: Bases, Walter St. John, Ed- ward Barnard, George Eldredge, Louis Dougherty; altos: Mildred Whitaker, Geraldine Quillman, Jane Lawson, Elsbeth Schneider, Kiyo Kiyo Uyeyama, Dorothy Manasse; soprano: Priscilla Collom. Byrl Mit- chell was transferred from the altos to the soprano section; Blewitt Howat left school; and Bernice Waugh, Alice Greer, Charlotte Ar- nold and Mary Burger dropped out. SPRING. Oh Spring has come with joy and mirth, With singing bird and babbling brook, To spread its cheer o ' er all the earth, And fill with beauties every nook. It is a season of good cheer, A time of sunshine and of shower. In honor of this time of year, Come let us dance in fairy bower! ADALENE LEWIS.

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GLEE CLUB. Upper row, left to right — Jane Lawson, Winifred Wishard, Millie Tremp, Blanch Tomaine, Avis Rodehaver, Wickes Glass, Edward Bar- nard, Morgan Cox, Harvey Larke, Edward Gove, Louis Dougherty Moses Rey, Howard Irwin, George Bliss, Henry Holm, Grace Mills, Helen Light- ner, Priscilla Collom. Second row — Faith Milliken, Emily Noble, Marie Myers, Jane Reiley, Katherine Wilder, Muriel Ditzler, Elva Busch, Anna Love, Helen Newlon, Nancy Lloyd, Leda Van Haren, Dorothy Blean, Mary Ames, Mabel Irvine, Mildred Whitaker, Adalene Lewis, Catharine McManus, Byrl Mitchell. Third row — Grafton Carlisle Muriel Collins, Xiyo Uyeyama, Leslie Alexander, Sheila Lambert, Bernice Peiser, Geraldine Quillinan, Mildred Black, Walter St. John, Lois Brock, Lillian Leland, George Eldredge, Beulah Butler, Olga Hansen, Dorothy Dyer, Charlotte Thaxter. Lower row — Muriel Snook, Francis Kelsey, Dorothy Manasse, Louis Lininger, Adelaide Kibbe, Elizabeth Roberts, Charles Whitworth, Ma- rian Woolsey, Maxine Davis, Isabelle Gall, Louise Runckel, William Thompson, Alice Queen, Vera Arnold, Madeline Sanderson. rick, ' Posthumous Waltz, by Chop- in. By some oversight the names of eighteen members of the Piano Clnb were omitted in our last issue. They are: Lorena Edwards, Edith Landon, Terrill Durbrow, Eleanor Bonner, Barbara Simpson, Elizabeth Roberts, Albert Becker, Loretta Wardlaw, Anita Foss, Natalie Raymond, Ger- trude Hatch, Luella Longenecker, Margaret Wishard, Roberta Holmes, Amybeth Payson, Herbert Daube, Muriel Ditzler, Jean Scotford. We are sorrow to lose Muriel Oakshott, who has left for her home in Australia. She was an inspiration to us all and we miss her.

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16 THE TARGET HOW SHE PROVED HER METTLE. Jewel Merton was glad it was Sat- urday, because she disliked her school and also because for two days she would be at liberty. Her three cousins, Grace, Doris and Matilda, and Aunt Mary had gone to spend two or three days at a friend ' s house in the mountains, and Jewel had assured them that she was quite capable of being left alone. But suddenly, as she looked down the dusty road, she felt homesick and wished to return to Mexico, where her father was. Nobody cares whether I stay here or not, she thought. None of the girls like me although Aunt Mary does. Oh bother, those chickens are loose again. After shooing and coaxing the chickens back to their pen, Jewel sad- dled her pony and resolved to take a long ride. She didn ' t care where, particularly. A few minutes later she was riding down the long, dusty road. Seeing a long way off a mound on the road, Jewel quickened her horse ' s pace and soon reached it. It was the wagon that Aunt Mary and the girls had been riding in when they left, scarce- ly an hour ago. The wagon must have broken, said Jewel aloud. I wonder where they are! The horses, also, had disappeared, andjewel was going after them in the direction she thought they had taken, when she became aware of a man riding rapidly toward her. Jewel was certain that she had never seen him before. Yer Aunt Mary and the gals are at the ranch house, he said. I think they kinder want you. All right, replied Jewel, I ' ll go to them. But she got off her horse as soon as she was out of his sight and crept back through the bushes at the side of the road. They couldn ' t have come back, she reasoned, be- cause I would have passed them. I ' m goingto see what he ' s up to. When she got to the place where she had left the man, he was nowhere to be seen. Gone, too, was the wagon, and Jewel, mystified, had turned to go away, when her ear caught the sound of hammering, which seemed to come from underground. For two or three minutes she stood afraid to move. Then her hand went up to the revolver her father had given her in Mexico and she laughed at her fears. Running silently to the road, she looked around until her eye caught sight of a place where twigs were bent and broken. Following this trail, Jewel came at length to a cave-like opening, which she entered without hesitation. Stepping fearless- ly into a wide space where two men were just completing a second open- ing in the ground, Jewel fired two shots into the ground. The men faced about, but concluded to run, and a moment later were lost to sight. Oh Jewel, how can I ever thank you? exclaimed Aunt Alary. Those men were evidently smugglers who captured us because they needed our horses. Then they brought us to this cave, where you have found us. You are very brave, I think. Grace, who had been very silent during this time, now spoke, Jewel, won ' t you teach me to shoot? You can teach me in the mountains, be- cause now we ' re all going there to- gether. DOROTHY BENNETT.