Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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THE TAR G E T 23 Our Flag By FRANCES B. SEYMOUR. See my country’s flag on high, See it wave o’er yonder hill. For that flag Fll live, and die, No other flag its place could fill. There’s a subtle dignity in its wave, Old glory’s honor can never lag; We’ll all stand for it,— the weak, the brave, Dear starred and striped, beloved flag. OUR BANNER. Hail, to our flag, which o’er us doth wave, Honored by all, for to us it gives Freedom, liberty and justice to all In the land of the free, and the home of the brave. Red stands for loyalty, blue for the brave, White is for purity, the stars for the states. Three cheers for the banner which always shall wave “O’er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.” PHYLLIS HARMS. THE REASON. It’s not for any mortal’s gain. And not to brag of gore Which they have shed on the battle field, ' That true men go to war. It’s not to gain a well known name, As knights would do of yore, For wealth, or praise, or highest rank, T hat true men go to war. The true man doesn’t lose his life To be enrolled in lore; Because he loves his own dear land. The true man goes to war. WILLIAM WARREN. THE SPIRIT OF SEVENTEEN. Hark! do you hear the bugle s blast The drum beats’ echoing roll, The fiife’s shrill cry, as when in the past Men rallied to freedom’s goal? Can you see the flag afloat in the air The eagle above awing? Do you feel the pulse of a nation stir To war-time marching swing? The spirit of seventy-six, of old, Is born again today. We’ve pledged our faith — a faith we’ll hold, To “A World of Liberty.” EDWARD SCOTT. FOR THE FLAG. Toe, the flag bearer of his com- pany, was only nineteen years old and could still be called new to the service. As the boys were on their way to the front there was great con- fusion and crowding at the sta- tions through which they passed. They were approaching the trenches and they neared their destination they heard the roar of cannon and the reports of shells bursting, which became almost deafening. Suddenly the awful din ceased, and the silence which followed seemed