Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 27 The Prince In the forest of Birkshire in Scot- land, there lived a lad and his grand- father in a small cottage. One day Robert chanced to be sit- ting on the front step, when horses ' hoof-beats sounded a little way off. Whar ' ar ' ye, Oliver? came a low voice through the trees. Here, sir, was the reply. Then two horsemen came riding through tl e trees, and stopped in front of the cottage. Know ye whar ' we ar ' , Oliver? Nay, sir. These parts ar ' strange to me. The riders were dressed in hunting garb. Robert thought how big and strong they looked. Can ve tell us th ' way, laddie, to Birk? That I can, replied Robert. First ye take th ' path ye see to your left, sir, an ' ga ' until ye come to a small stream. Cross th ' stream an ' take th ' highway. When ye come to th ' cross- roads take th ' one to your right an ' that will lead ye to Birk. Thank ye, laddie, replied the horseman and threw Robert a shilling. Then the two horsemen turned their horses around and started down the path. Will ye not tarry a moment, sirs? called Robert after them. Will ye not tell me whar ' the festival of Birk- shire will be held this year? Ah, yay, returned the first horse- man, in the town o ' Birk. Thank ye, sir. The horsemen were soon out of sight. Two days later Robert and his grandfather came out of the cottage to start for Birk. Robert had begged so hard to go to the festival that his grandfather had at last consented. They started for Birk on foot, over a dusty stony road. O, grandfather, wha ' a fine time we shall have at the festival, cried Robert as they went along the road. Yay, Robert. ' Twill be very gay a ' th ' festival. And so they came to Birk and the streets were decorated and the houses. The people were all dressed in their best and walking about. Robert and his grandfather walked in the crowd and enjoyed the excitement. Then trumpets sounded and the trumpeters came marching down the street. After them came a chariot decorated for the festival. In it was a man who Avas tall and dark. Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Prince! shouted the people. Robert gazed in astonishment. The man was the horseman who had asked him the way. Before his grond- father could stop him, Robert ran up to the chariot a nd knelt before the Prince. Rise, my laddie, said the Prince. Robert obeyed. Your highness, I am the lad you asked the way of in the forest. Do you not remember me? O, yay, lad. Would ye not like to have a merry time on this festal day? Come jump up behind, lad. Thank ye, your highness. When the sun went down Robert did not want to leave the Prince and the gay festival, but he was very sleepy, and at last: I thank your highness for the gay time ye have

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26 THE TARGET The hills were covered with pop- pies, so brightly colored that they almost dazzled the eyes, and Ellen stopped to pick a big armful to take Aunt Lucy, who was an invalid. Soon she came to a little path, winding away into cool, shady woods. Suddenly she heard a most curious noise, half-way between a grunt and a growl. Looking around, Ellen saw a big creature coming toward her from out the bushes. Ellen, who had been wishing for an adventure, and whose lively imagina- tion had been inventing daring feats, gasped out, A bear! and with great bravery flung her armful of poppies straight at the bear. She fairly flew over the path to get to the house. But she tripped and fell and before she could get up, the creature was upon her. Ellen felt a fur coat toucii her cheek and looked up. A big, shagg} ' dog, with poppies hanging on his rough fur and drooping around his head, was gazing at her, with as- tonishment clearly written on his good-natured face. And to think, she said afterward, that I wasted all those poppies on j. plain dog! DOROTHY BENNETT. APRIL SHOWERS Pitter, patter falls the rain On the dripping window pane; The crocus and the daffodil Lift up their heads to drink their fill. The sun, from out his hiding-place, Peeks through and shows his golden face; Then a rainbow gleaming bright Makes the heavens a glorious sight. ALICE PEDERSEN. THE SECRET SPRING John Scott suffered from a curious disease. Often he fell into a deep sleep lasting many days, from which he could not be wakened. Fearing that people would think he was dead, he had a coffin made which might be opened from the inside by a spring. Scott ' s business took him to many many countries. He usually took his coffin with him on his travels, but once on an ocean voyage he left his precious box at home. The second day out he was overcome by sleep. When he awoke everything was dark and still. He feared he had been buried alive. He reached to touch the spring, but it was not there. He suddenly remembered that he had left his own coffn at home. He became terrified and reached his hand upward and touched — wood. He reached to his left and touched — wood. He felt below him and touched — wood. The sweat gathered on his forehead and cold chills ran up and down his back. Would he ever be able to get out! He then reached to his right, but he could feel — nothing. He began to gain hope. Then he crawded slowly in this direction. He had not gone far when he felt him- self suddenly fall. He landed with a bump and grop- ing around in the darkness he touched what seemed to be a v all. Eagerly he felt along the wall; he touched a button. He pressed this and the room was suddenly flooded with light. The ship ' s bells struck four. He laughed nervously as he found he was still on board the ship and had only fallen out of his berth just below the light switch. FRED PETERS.

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28 THE TARGET given me, Robert said, making a low bow. I have enjoyed making the time gay for ye, laddie, returned the Prince. MARTHA WEBB. THE GOSUMORE The Gosumore was beating alons: the eaves of a wooded island which did not appear on the map, nor had it any population. On the eastern coast was a large jutting rock that was painted white. The Gosumore had a very suit- able name, for though small it could cut through the water at a high rate of speed. At this time she was com- ing nicely around the point when she ran into a heavy fog. The rock was white and could not be seen through the fog, but the dark island was vis- ible. Therefore the captain, thinking he was safe, and being in a great hurry, forced on through the fog without a pilot. Soon the inevitable happened, and coming onto the rock with a crash, the Gosumore was rammed right through the bulkhead. The captain ordered full speed ahead and then quickly steered for the nearest beach. Now there was a rush for the life- boats. Trying to subdue the crew, the captain got into a free-for-all fight. Rolling over and over one another they pounded and punched. Finally the captain was on top, landing blows on his opponents thick and fast. Rogers, what is the matter? said a stern voice. Looking up, Rogers, the captain, found himself among pillows, torn sheets, blankets, and a smashed alarm clock. DE FOREST GILMAN. Mrs. Colmore: What kind of verb is this, strong or weak? Ray Gilmore: It ' s neutral. Elizabeth Woodworth: Did you notice that noise out there? I looked out and a lady ' s hat blew off. Miss Ellehorst: See all those souls (sols) on the line, boys. Miriam Mack to Natalie Raymond: Are you the only two children in the family? Airs. Coleman in German: Now who can tell me what part of speech ' as ' is in this sentence? Evelyn Denham: Oh! that ' s a sim- ile. Ethel Bonner , going by fire-house: Oh! look at that nice fire-place. Mr. Beardsley: What can the city do to regulate noise? Lois Brock: Regulate the roost- ers. Teddy Michels in German: King George fell off his saddle while he Avag walking. Jack Witter, translating German: I will gladly accompany you, if you will sing a pair of songs. Clarence Mitchell, don ' t blow your horn, That keeps all your neighbors awake ' till the morn. Why can ' t you sleep like the rest of us do? Instead of emitting that awful moo- moo.