Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 31 Running Broad Jump, (110 lbs.) — W. Porter, McKinley, Hoffman, Washington, E. Vau, Whittier. Broad Jump, (unlimited) — C. Moss, Whittier; L. Daugherty, McKinley; B. Derbridge, Washington. Running High Jump, (unlimited) — G. Bliss, McKinley; P. Crandall, Whittier; E. Reed McKinley. Running High Jump, (110 lbs.) — P. McDonald, McKinley; W. Porter, McKinley; F. Brunk, Washington. Throwing Baseball for Distance — H. Gassaway, McKinley; C. Neu- writh, Washington; H. Sinclair, Whittier. It is hoped the University authori- ties will permit us to use the oval each term and so enable us to have the field days annual events. Hurrah! for the Black and Red, McKinley is again ahead. GIRLS ' BASKET-BALL. Since the last issue of the Target, our girls have played two games with the Richmond High School. In the senior contest the visiting team was victorious with a score of 27 to 18. The juniors met and our Richmond guests were again successful with a score of 23 to 11. The names for the two Low Sev- enth basket-ball teams were inadvert- ently omitted from the last number of our paper. The players of Section A are: Nat- alie Raymond (captain), Gertrude Montgomery, Felicia Meikle, Loretta Wardlaw, Eleanor Stillman, Catherine Harris, Dorothy Hayakawa, Vivian Thaxter, and Margaret Wishard. In Section B: Anita Foss, Captains Enid Browning, Miriam Mack, Eleanor Bonner, Elizabeth Roberts, Margaret Phinney, Edith Wieland, Gertrude Hatch and Florinne Rahill. A WINTER EVENING. Outside, the wind roared and blew, shaking the rafters, tearing around the corners of the house, and shriek- ing like some mad thing let loose. The snow was swirled and heaped against the window pane until it seemed as if the glass would break with the pres- sure. We could hear an occasional crack of a tree limb torn away by the storm. Now it was quiet, very quiet, then the wind came with terrific force carrying all small objects in its path. The sleet and snow fell harder, the beams and rafters groaned, keeping time with the wind. Now, it was snowing steadily and the wind did not come in sudden gusts, but roared steadily on. Inside, we huddled close to the fire. To pass the long winter evening we roasted chestnuts, popped corn and grandfather told us stories; stories of Indians that scalped white people, stole children and burned and sacked villages; also of witches and ghosts until we did not dare look behind us, and every creak and noice had a sinister sound. The shrieking wind seemed to be an Indian giving his war cry and bearing down on a helpless little child. The creaking of branches seemed like the cackling laugh of the witches, the moaning boughs were goblins celebrating the capture of a bad boy who would not say his pray- ers. Then it was time to go to bed. The lights were put out and we hurried to bed, leaving the storm to roar on in darkness. DOROTHY MANASSE. EXPOSITION SMILES. Near-sighted old lady, (watching chickens being roasted on spit over the fire): Oh they ' re roasting the chickens alive. Look at them jump- ing around in the fire.

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30 THE TARGET BASKET-BALL TEAMS. Upper row, left to right — Florinne Rayhill, Margaret Wishard, Ethel Kelsey, Lorraine Whipple, Eleanor Stillman, Muriel Durgin, Catherine Harris, Blanch Eastland, Seilgwynn Boynton, Grace Greet, Betty Bar- rows, Jean Scotford, Catherine Butler, Elizabeth Roberts, Dorothy Haya- kawa. Second row — Geraldine Elwell, Grace Scranton, Rhea Boynton, Camille Haynes, Dorothy Belle Tusch, Lois Perce, Isabelle Gall, Alice Queen, Char- lotte Arnold, Amy Horning, Ruth Simpson, Margot Mann, Bettina Col- lom, Gertrude Montgomery. Third row — Enid Browning, Charlotte Thaxter, Beulah Butler, Gladys Alexander, Anna Knoop, Anita Taniere, Bernice Peiser, Sheila Lambert, Isabella Hill, Gertrude Farley, Ruth Scotford, Eleanor Mead. Lower row — Frances Jordan, Florence Thaxter, Gertrude Hatch, Loretta Wardlaw, Anito Foss, Natalie Raymond, Miriam Mack, Eleanor Bonner, Felecia Meikle, Eleanor Ellis. Fifty Yard Dash, (unlimited) — J. Melville, McKinley; S. Emery, Frank- lin; T. Wayland, Washington. Fifty Yard Dash, (90 lbs)— T. Matthews, McKinley; L. Hughes, Whittier; J. Thorton, Washington. 100 Yard Dash, (110 lbs.)— L. Hoff- man, Washington; P. Sutton, Whit- tier; S. Wayland, Washington. Relay (90 lbs) — Washington, Mc- Kinley, Whittier. 100 Yard (unlimited)— J, Melville, McKinley; J. Wayland, Washington; S. Emery, Franklin. Relay, (110 lbs.)— Whittier, Wash- ington, McKinley. 100 Yard Dash, (100 lbs.)— L. Hughes, Whittier; C. Maden, Wash- ington; P. Boren, McKinley. 880 Yard Run — Ross Darret, Frank- lin; H. Kelsey, McKinley; C. Mc- Question, Franklin. Obstacle Race — L. Dougherty and Wikes Glass, McKinley; Whittier, Washington. Relay, (unlimited) — McKinley, Washington, Franklin.

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32 THE TARGET AWAKE! At last the sleeping flowers, Have wakened up again And come to deck my lady ' s bower, Refreshened by the rain. The birds are singing in their nests, And all the world seems glad, For busy bees there is no rest, And not a thing is sad. MURIEL DITZLER. A LOST TREASURE. Captain Jeffries was very sick, so r.ick that he had to leave duty, even his beloved art to enter the hospital. As he improved, in his joy at a sick leave he thought he could even stand a thirty-day voyage on a transport, to be able to pursue art. As time hung heavily until the de- parture, he took to collecting his pads, pencils and brushes. Then, waiting impatiently for the day, he thought to improve his mind by lec- turing on art to his fellow patients. They, nevertheless, did not seem re- sponsive for when he began they dropped off to sleep as if by magic! In vain our brave captain hoped but, in spite of that, he continued his art. At the end of three months, forced to give up the thought of sick leave and, exasperated, he demanded of the doctor, You knew I needed a rest! Then why didn ' t you Oh, shucks, interrupted the doc- tor, I would have let you go but you did Brown so much good by putting him to sleep every day, it was best to detain you. Anyway Brown need- ed a rest more than you. Right then and there art lost one of its followers. The captain has not since lectured or tried to do any drawing, but I suppose that was need- less to say. LUCILLE SLEEPER. THE EXPOSITION AT NIGHT. The Exposition appears to me most beautiful and fairy-like at night. As 1 look at the many wonderful build- ings, I cannot help wondering if the palaces described in the Arabian Nights, were half as beautful. As the golden moon shines over the fountains and gardens it is easy to believe, that here, the fairies hold gay revels, when mortals are asleep and dreaming. Hark! was that not fairy music? But no, again we listen, and ' twas but the faint silver tinkle of water falling into the marble basin of a fountain. I really think the fairies do come here at night, when the gates are closed, and all mortals sleep. Here they come now, some creep- ing from tulips which are fairy cradles. They come out quietly, and can be seen, only by those who be- lieve in them. See them dressed in golden poppy petals, and some in purple pansies! Now they creep around the ferns, hunting for fern seeds, for an old legend says, If a mortal makes fern-seed tea, and leaves it where the fairies can get it, they will grant this mortal any wish, so fond are they of the tea. ALICE MEANS. MORNING. In a canyon cool and cheery, By a river swift and deep, There the cooling breezes whisper Songs, and w r ake the trees from sleep. Coming slowly down the mountain, In a path of radiant light, Comes the sun in robes of glory, Making all the world seem bright. GEORGE ELDRERGE.