Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET l 9 THE GLEE CLUB to you.” Then, ‘‘Dead! and killed by me! I would that I had died the day I was born!” Yung carried his mother home in his arms and laid her on his bed. He had a magnificent funeral for her and built a monument over the spot where she died. MANSIE SOO-HOO. THE GREATEST GIFT. In the olden days of knighthood and chivalry, in a tall and grim castle, there lived a beautiful and gracious damsel, who was known as Lady Clare. This Lady Clare was wooed by three gallant knights; but she wished to test their love for her, so she said, “I shall marry the knight who brings me the greatest gift.” The handsomest of these knights brought her his African slaves laden with precious jewels. She looked up- on this gift in contempt. The wittiest of these knights of- fered her his large and wonderful collection of books and jokes. She laughed scornfully at the thought of accepting a gift from a knight whom she knew, did not think there was anything better in the world than his books and jokes. The bravest of these knights had nothing to offer her but his love. This she knew was the greatest of gifts as most women do now. VERA MOTT. Mr. Beardsley: “How long is the Columbia River?” Laverne Wear: “Twenty-two years.” Erato Dchmel translating Latin: “For a long time they heard silence.”

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i8 THE TARGET Both of these programs were as en- joyable as our Piano Club meetings have the reputation of being. The members of the graduating class will .provide the last program, assisted by two low ninth students. Those who will be heard are: Edith Landon, Sylvia Leland, Ellen Mars- den, Grace Greet, Joseph Fredericks, Kathrine Green and Irene Kelman. TOO LATE. Yung Lee and his mother lived in a province in Southern Manchuria. Yung was very disagreeable to his mother and often beat her cruelly. He worked in the rice-fields and his mother brought his lunch to him at noon. One day as Yung was going to work, he saw a mother bird feeding her young. Suddenly he thought, “My mother must have been as good to me when I was young as that mother bird in the tree. I am sorry that I have been cruel to my poor mother. Hereafter, I intend to honor and take care of her.” So saying, he went to work, thinking meanwhile of the mother bird. As noon came on, his mother pre- pared the lunch carefully and came out into the fields with it. While she was quite far away she saw Yung coming to meet her. Thinking that he was approaching to beat her, she set the lunch down and ran. Yung ran after her, wishing to make up for his past cruelty. He was a fast run- ner but fear lent wings to his aged mother’s feet. After hastening for a long time, she dropped down, dead. Panting from his great exertion, Yung reached the spot where his mother was lying. At first not seeing that she was dead, he said: “Mother, forgive me for having been so unkind

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20 THE TARGET Did It Ever Happen to You? The night was dark. The wind wailed dismally. Far away coyotes howled. At the foot of a cliff three hoys sat and shivered. That morn- ing they had started out from the little village of Woodtown to be rob- bers in the rough country to the north. They hadn’t taken any weapons because they expected to make spears an d bows and arrows. They brought with them three rich layer cakes, two pies, and a bag of cookies. They had eaten one pie and almost finished two of the cakes. Dick had said, “We never have had enough ■ sweets before but now we’ll eat all we want.” When night came, they had stopped at the cliff. They had been walking all day, and reckoned they were about twenty miles from home. They planned to catch a rabbit or a bird and make a fire to cook it on. “Where are the matches?’’ asked Tom. “I didn’t bring any,” chorused the other two boys. This was a bad beginning. “Well, we don’t need any fire,” said Tom. “Let’s cat some cake and cookies. Somehow no one wanted any. It was quite late now. An owl hooted in a tree near them. The hills were filled with strange noises. Listen! What was that?” whis- pered Harry. Some gravel came rattling down the cliff. They were sure the} ' heard some- thing. Leaves rustled, and a twig snapped! The boys huddled closer. “Maybe we had better climb a tree,” gasped Tom. “No,” said Dick. “If it ' s bear it wouldn’t do any good.” They were too frightened to move. Harry was whimpering now, and said he wished he hadn’t come. The THING moved nearer. The boys’ hair stood on end. Then out of the darkness came — “Oh, Harry, where are you?” The delighted Harry recognized his father’s anxious voice! They learned from him they were only five miles from home, having walked in a circle! When they ar- rived home they agreed that run- ning away was not very much fun after all. WINSTON PETTY. THE ADVENTURE OF KENOW- ASSEE GUNDRA. As the sun rose over the level plains it beheld a terrible sight. A camp in the southern part of the land was a wreck of dead warriors’ teepees and blood. The Kenournian tribe of Indians had overthrown their leader, Kenow- assee Puga, the elder. They had ex- iled him to the farthest end of the kingdom. His son, Kenowassee Gun- dra (junior) was, at one hour after sunrise, to run the gauntlet. “The time is fast approaching,” thought the lad, as he stood in the window of his tiny stone cell. “It will soon be here,” thought he. Just then a leaf fell at his feet. To many it would not be considered worth anything, but to this agile quick- brained boy, it furnished means of es-