Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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18 THE TARGET HAPPINESS. I once knew two girls, both the same age, and they lived in the same city, only one lived in a lovely man- son, while the other lived in a mean looking little cottage, right in the center of the city. The rich girl whose name was Rose, and she resembled very much the flower for which she was named, was always looking for happiness, when she had everything on earth that her parents could give her. But all the time she whined and said, I know I can never find happiness as lone as I live. In a cottage right in the business part of town, lived a girl very differ- ent from Rose in every way. Her name was Patience and she well de- served the name. Patience had four or five litle brothers and sisters, a poor sick mother, and a father who made very little, but loved his family devotedly. As Patience ' s mother was sick, she had to work in a store as a clerk with a very mean salary, But just the same it helps, as Patience would often say. When she came home, she would try to entertain her little brothers and sisters, take care of her mother, and also get dinner for her father and the family. One day Rose and her governess went into the store where Patience worked and it happened that Patience waited on them. While Rose was waiting for the package, she looked at Patience and asked, ' Why are you smiling so happily? Patience answered smilingly, Be- cause I have little brothers and sis- ters, and a lovely mother and father, and everything that could make me happy. Oh, please let me go to your home with you and see if I can find happiness, said Rose pleadingly. Why, of course you may come, but I would think it would be very easy for you to be happy as you have everything you want on earath, said Patience. This is my home, said Patience as she skipped a little ahead of Rose. And can you be happy in a place like this? asked Rose. Why, of course J can, this is the dearest place on earth to me, but please come in and see my sweet lit- tle mother. Rose hesitated but finally went. She saw a small dingy room with lit- tle children peeping out from every- where, and Rose saw a bed, in the corner of the room, with a small deli- cate woman in it. Patience ran over to the bed and kissed her mother, and all the small, eager faces that were crowding near her. She excused herself, saying that she would have to get dinner ready for father. Rose sat in mute silence watching the proceedings of the family, and when she left, she whispered in Pa- tience ' s ear, I want to thang you so much and 1 am so glad I have met you, for you have shown me the way to true happiness, in forgetting self and doing for others. LEILA M. SHIELDS. Jean Waste (having just bit her cheek): Goodness! that ' s the first taste of venison I ' ve had this season.

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THE TARGET 17 JUST MY STORY. My mother and father are both Hawaiian polo ponies and so am I. Allstar, my mother, is considered a very fine pony. My father, Carry-the- News, is one of the best polo ponies in the world. Quicksilver is my name. Called so because I am so quick and because I am a deep bay except for my two forelegs which are a silvery gray. I have always been admired as far back as I can remember. People always say when they see me, How odd! My youngest colthood days were spent just like any other colt ' s. When I grew old enough to understand, All- star used to tell me about the games she had played in. They always ex- cited me and I longed for the day when I would play. I did not have to wait long though, for when I was only a year old they began teaching me to follow a ball and obey com- mands. I was broken to saddle at two and it was then that my real training began. My trainer had me on the field every day for three months teaching me to obey his slightest wish and the quick turns which are so necessary in the game. Then came the little white ball again and I had followed it for two weeks when my trainer decided to put me in a practice game and see what I could do among the other horses. That first game was a nightmare to me. There were seven other horses besides myself but it seemed as though there were a hundred. Every way I turned there were excited horses. I was frightened and tried to get away from the mix-up. My train- er must have known how I felt for he let me run down the field. His pur- pose I was not long in learning for the ball shot past me and I immedi- ately started after it. In two seconds I was in the confusion again. I did not mind it now for I was working with my rider and we were both after the ball. I was tired and sore when I came out of that first practice game. My trainer himself helped to give me my first rub-down. They rubbed me with cloths first, then wrapped me in steam- ing blankets and then in ice-cold ones. I objected to these two operations strenuously. After the cold applica- tion I was dried and massaged with oil until I thought my hide was com- ing off. This first attempt at a game mark- ed the beginning of many others and it was not long before I was the best pony in these practice frolics, as they came to be. One morning I was rid- den by a different man. I liked him and the way he handled me. He in turn remarked to my trainer, That is the best horse in the bunch. Fix him up and will take him home with me and try him out in the game against Main next week. Walter Dillingham was going to ride me in the game against Main! I could hardly believe my ears. Mr. Dillingham came to my stall after the game and patting me said, Quicksilver, if it had not been for that last run of yours we should have lost the game. I think you will more than equal your father. I am trying hard to equal him, be- cause that means my master ' s ap- proval and playing in the Internation- al Polo Games. ISABELLA HILL.

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THE TARGET 19 A NARROW ESCAPE. Jack was just eigheeen and rather small for his age. He wore a suit of blue, carried a gun and had a knap- sack strapped to his side. The morning had come for him to bid his fond and loving mother good- bye. He was going to join the troops of the North some miles distant. The mother watched him ride away with tears in her eyes but trusting he would some day return a brave hero. Jack rode fast with a patriotic soul for he wanted to reach the camp in a short time. Suddenly he heard the roar of drums and the sound of guns. His heart seemed to stand still for he saw the enemy approaching him. What was he to do? If they caught him he would be killed as a spy. The thought struck him, he would fire on them. But what could one gun ac- complish against many? The only thing left to do was leave his horse and run for safety — where he knew not. He saw in the field an old two-room house. He managed to get inside where a couple of old maids stood in great excitement. They too, saw the danger but decided to save the boy. The soldiers of the South came in the cabin knocking things left and right and demanded the boy. They made what they called a thorough search for Tom but, not finding him joined the rest of the troops. One of the maids kept watch and when they were a good distance away, she called to Tom telling him all was well. The youth, pale and excited, crawled out from under the other spinsters great full hoop skirts. This had been his hiding place. He thanked the sisters heartily for their deed and left for the Northern ranks, where he was made a brave general. MELVIN LEE. BEN ' S STORY. New Year ' s day had come. The family was reunited and talking over old times. Finally, Joe, the young- est son, suggested that Uncle Ben, their favorite story teller tell them a story. Uncle Ben thought awhile and then began: Last winter on a cold day, I went out hunting. My rifle was out of order so I took my single barrel shot- gun. I was walking through the woods when I saw a large grizzly bear. Verj ' foolishly I shot at it, which so enraged the bear that it charged at me with its claws, ready to tear me to peices. I dropped my then useless gun, and ran for a tree. Stopping before two: saplings about three feet apart, I climbed one. The bear climbed the other. When the grizzly got to the top it reached over and put its fore- paw on the trunk of my sapling. Now was my chance! Quickly pulling some strong cord from my pocket, I tied the bear ' s paw securely. Thei bear become very angry and put its hind foot over also. I tied this one and quickly sliding down from my tree I climbed the other and fast- ened his other two paws. Then I slid down and surveyed my work with satisfaction. I went on hunting. On coming near the bear about an hour later, I heard him whining and howling. I let the bear loose and it licked me all over. I started home and the bear fol- lowed. He is now my constant com- panion and it was with the greatest difficulty that I left him home this morning. FRED HURT.