Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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18 THE TARGET McKINLEY CITY OFFICERS. Upper Row, Left to Rieht: Ashley Hill, William Beckett, Harold Gee, Harold Woolsey, Richard Dunn, Nelson Chick, John Perkins. Lower Row, Left to Right: Helen Maher, Isabel Avila, Jane Reilly, Alice Gibbs. Helen Maslin, Marian Woolsey, Dorothy Gibbs. One on the Indians Men who spend their lives on the frontier have many interesting expe- riences. Seven or eight years ago, when automobiles were novelties along the Canadian border, a sheriff was driving across a prairie in one of the great northwestern provinces with a friend at the steering wheel. When some distance from any me- chanical aid the machine stopped, due to the long grass of the prairie catch- ing the petcock on the radiator and letting the water out. This caused the cylinders to heat and the bearings to become tightened. No sign of habitation was seen ex- cept a couple of Indian tepees. Upon nearing them two squaws, one with a papoose on her back, were seen pick- ing up chips for their little fire. An old horse, their sole possession in the live stock line, was grazing nearby. A horse was what the men were seek- ing, for they knew that if they could get the car started after the radiator was full of water again, it would con- tinue to run as well as before. Where horse? ' ' asked one of the squaws. He run away, answered the sher- iff, not wishing to alarm his prospec- tive helpers.

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THE TARGET 17 Prayer in Summer A summer ' s day: — thruout the hol- low, heat; Above, a sky all hazy in mild blue, Its even round broken by seraph shapes That sail and brood and sail like fantasies ; The buzz of insects ' mongst the live- oak leaves, The lazy call of distant chanticleer, The whirr of quail, the wind-drawn harmonies Across the hill-top where the wild- oats bend A-shimmer, with Ithuriel ' s-spear be- tween And there a half-hid hare-bell; — what are we That Thou shouldst hearten us with gifts like these In measureless abundance? Grant us more Even than glads the eye or thrills the ear, TRAINS Our school life is something like the railroad tracks we used to draw in perspective, except that we begin them at the vanishing point. As Ave grow older, and more experienced, they become wider and wider. But at the same time the ties or stumbling blocks become larger. So far we have only come a little way, but re- member that as we go on we must meet other trains, some bound in the forward direction, some in the other. Let us always be on the right track, going in the right direction, through schoo l, university, and life. RANDOLPH VAN NOSTRAND. Dec. ' 13 Whereof we, child-like, may partake this day: Some humble sharing of Thy spirit ' s power; Thou knowest our hunger for it, yea, our thirst, Albeit we call for other food than this. Let us not sink indifferent in our sloth, Or lose Thy nearness in the race for gold, Forgetful of our kin bowed down by toil, Forgetful of Thy work that all must share. Grant us Thy peace, and grant us, too, O Lord, Some larger vision from Thy firma- ment. LORRAINE ANDREWS. McKinley School, 1904. THE ALPS. The Matterhorn has not been scaled, Though many times men tried, Who sought for sport and wealth and fame, But all unknown they died. Oh green and fair are many slopes, And there the herders live; The tinkling bells, and fragrant flowers A peaceful aspect give. And high, oh high, those mountains tower, Up through the clouds and mist! Their sides are steep, their crests are white, Their peaks by heaven kissed. JACK WITTER.

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THE TARGET 19 When the strange equipage was un- der way, one Indian at the horse ' s head, the other walking stolidly be- side the running board, the gears were shifted into mesh to see what would happen. Bur-r-r went the engine. The In- dians were startled out of their accus- tomed composure. The men looked straight ahead as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After an inquiring glance or two, the In- dians settled down to their usual gait, gait. Bur-r-r-r-r went the engine again as the gears were engaged once more, this time with success, for the car gave a bound forward and hit the horse, who was not used to such treat- ment. Immediateh - he broke the ropes and bolted across the prairie, the squaws following him as scared as he. Wishing to recompense them for their trouble, the sheriff set out after them on foot, shouting and waving a dollar bill. But although the records may never be written, Jim, the sheriff, is willing to admit that notwithstand- ing the fact that he held the record for a mile among his townsmen he was no match for that pudgy squaw burdened as she was with a papoose tied on her back. EVELYN BARBER. MAY May, we greet thee, lovely queen, Fairest of the months e ' er seen, To you good Nature gives her best, Your reign is just one glorious fest. You bring the cherries ripe and red, And robins chatt ' ring overhead, And flowers, arrayed in colors gay, Are loveliest in your month, fair May. BEATRICE PEDLER. LEGEND OF THE FOUNDING OF MEXICO CITY In the northern part of Mexico lived a tribe of Indians known as the Aztecs. They were a wandering tribe, and misfortune followed them. At last a medicine man told them that in order to gain prosperity they must find a lake in the middle of which was an island with a lone cac- tus growing on it. Perched on the cactus was an eagle, holding a milk snake in his talons. The Aztecs started in search of prosperity. They wandered for years without success. Finally, in the south central part of Mexico they found Lake Texcoco with the sign of pros- perity as prophesied. Accordingly on this island was founded the present City of Mexico, the emblem of which is an eagle on a cactus, holding a snake in his talons. LOUISE LAWTON, WINTER. The maple tree is bare and brown, And scattered ' round upon the ground Her scarlet dress is lying. The wind has tried with many a stroke The stately pine and sturdy oak To strip of all their branches. The dark ' ning clouds are hovering o ' er And send as from another shore Their messages of white. W hen in the morning we arise There ' s not a cloud in the clear skies; The snow is on the ground. LOUISE RUNCKEL.