Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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-

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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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THE TARGET 21 cape. By leaning far over the wind- sill he could see the guard pacing to and fro. Climbing upon the window- ledge, he leapt one of the same kind of leaps that had won him distinc- tion in matches. He landed in the tree as he had hoped, and smiling to himself he gradually ascended to the top. How long he sat there he did not know, but in a little while he saw many of his people searching for him. Numskulls that they were, they did not look into the tree, but went for their horses and were soon gal- loping over the plains in pursuit of him. Laughing at their foolishness he mounted an unused charger and turning its head northward rode to the camp of the Genoguans, where he was welcomed and kindly treated. If one of his tribesmen saw him he failed to recognize him as the one for whom they were seeking. BARBARA ROBERTS. A COMIC-DRAMA. The whole dramatic division of the Star Film Company had arrived at the Desert Islands to make one of the most exciting pictures in the history of “movies.” A white man is supposed to be dying on a desert island when a cannibal comes along and picks him up, takes him home, and cares for him. Dick Sands was the white man and I was the cannibal. It was my turn to come on. I stared to run for Dick when I tripped and fell in the bushes. In the meantime, a reai savage ap- peared unexpectedly in the scene and seized Dick. The rest of the com- pany thinking I was the cannibal, yelled with approval. Climbing out of the bushes I explained the situa- tion as briefly as I could. “Everybody after the savage!” ex- claimed the director. Such a scurrying I never witnessed before. Two men ran ahead of the rest and finally captured Dick and the cannibal. Between breaths he explained that he had been a negro cook on a vessel sunk off the islands. He was so hungry he had captured Dick, thinking he might have food in his pockets. In gratitude he begged to be our servant. The director gave him a position as cook of our company. Ever since we have been eating food fit for kings. DARRELL DONNELL. MAGIC RINGS. Have you ever taken some pebbles and thrown them into the water, and watched them make rings? One night in the country I was stand- ing on a rustic bridge over a quiet lake, throwing rocks into the water, and watching them make rings, that appeared as if by magic. I picked up a stone that was smooth and shiny and threw it far into the water. The ring that it made was larger than the others and it seemed to be deeper, too almost like a hole. I saw something white swirling in the center and I jumped into O ' canoe that was in the water near by, and paddled out to the ring. I ex- pected it to disappear by the com- motion of the water as my canoe ap- proached, but it did not. I leaned out and caught up the white object in the center. To my surprise it was solid; it stayed in my hand. 1 pad- died to the shore. In my hand lay a beautiful shimmering pearl. Was that not magic? JESSIE WARWICK.