Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 21 Jimmie and Murphy were tender- feet in rank but not in spirit and thought. All day they had tramped from door to door only to be met with a curt, We have all we can afford, or a short Don ' t care for any more. The patriotic little fel- low ' s idea that everyone was just like his own dear daddy and mother was rudly shattered. His hand thoughtfully stroked his fur coated friend ' s back. Murphy, old pay, he wailed, Jack has sold six bonds an ' he ' ll getta go on the hike next week. Murphy ' s tail wagged and his soft nose buried itself comfortingly in Jimmie ' s hand. Just wait and we ' ll see what will happen, he seemed to say. Next day a sad Jimmie started on his campaign again; Murphy had dis- appeared in the night. Jimmie wan- dered disconsolately through the streets until he came to old man Streeter ' s home. Streeter was the most close-fisted man in town with his money. He cared for no one but his taciturn housekeeper. As Jimmie resentfully peered through the iron-railings of the fence surrounding the garden he saw Murphy calmly strolling by old Streeter ' s side. Streeter ' s low- spoken words just reached Jimmie. Murphy, you ' re only a dog but you are a better citizen than I am — or was, he corrected. This will be our little secret, won ' t it? he chuckled, of how you brought that poster to me last evening and plead- ed with your soft brown eyes with me. Here just take this $10,000 bond back to that little master of yours and we will see who gets to go on a hike. PEARL JOHNSON. A DREAM. The morning sun was filtering through the high trees and the wild flowers were just lifting up their drowsy heads. Among them were beautiful Fritillarias and shy Mist Maidens, also the sweet Hairbells and Shooting Stars. Softly to the tune of tinkling bells, the fairies came winding through the trees. They formed a circle about their queen who stood in the center. She softly waved her tiny wand, and as she did so, from out of the shy wild flowers came fairies, and from the trees, dryads. Then as these new fairies joined the ring, they lightly danced round and round their queen. The vision grew fainter and fain- ter and suddenly, I awoke finding my beautiful adventure, nothing but a dream. KATHERINE COLE. THE BIRTH OF A NEW DAY. Slowly the glittering stars winked, blinked and went out. Tile east grew light; first a dull red, then pink, then gold, as the sun rose. The soft tiny clouds turned a golden color. As the sky grew bluer and the horizon lighter the clouds turned pure white again. The tip of the sun peeped over the crest of a pine-covered mountain, flooding the earth with a golden light, causing the dewdrops hanging like jewels from the faces of the delicate spring flowers, to sparkle and shine. Suddenly all the birds of the woods burst into joyous song, their notes floating far on the gentle breeze. A new flay had been born. ROSALIE LOUBENS.

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20 THE TARGET THE CONQUERING MOTTO. Whether at work of whether at play, We ' re bound to do better than every today For each little bit that is earnestly done Is a part in an edifice of liberty won. Your work is the block that must be had. Give it with heart that is joyous and glad; Give it all perfect and be warmed by its rays, For your structure is built in no haphazard way. ' Tis by pebble on pebble the founda- tion is laid, ' Tis by rock upon rock the pyra- mid ' s made, ' Till on the topmost block of your work, mine, all Is written, United we stand, divided we fall. ELIZABETH BARNDT. PRIVATE FEARIN G. The sharp statement of Lieutenant Jackson broke in on the medita- tion of Private Fearing: Time ' s up! One hour before, the men had been asked to volunteer to mend a pathway which the enemy had made in the barbed-wire outside of the trench. But Fearing, heretofore considered the coward of the com- pany, Avas not startled. Everyone in the dugout was sur prised to hear, I ' m ready, Lieuten- ant! from him. He had caused all to dislike him, and yet now they readly realized there was little hope of his returning. At precisely 11:30 Fearing started out. He was nervous and pitched forward in the inky blackness where only two of the enemy ' s searchlights broke the gloom. He tripped and fell into the entangled mess of barbed-wire, cutting his hands and arms. Finally he gained control of him- self and settled to the task at hand, yet even as he did so, a light almost struck the spot where he crouched. He stopped as if paralyzed. The light passed. He moved on, and in an instant a sharp report broke the silence of the dark night. He wait- ed terrified. Not more than three yards to the left the deadly missile exploded! He did not stir. The light was again dangerously near him. The beads of perspiration were on his forehead and he hardly dared breathe. It seemed hours before the enemy seemingly satisfied, turned the light in another direction, and Fearing, losing no time, completed his work. He started swiftly toward his own lines just in time to escape death again, as the Germans renewed their search. The light moved toward him but doubling his speed he ran and fell exhausted but unhurt into the group of now admiring com- rades. MURIEL ENGLER. A FRIEND IN NEED The Third Liberty Loan Drive was nearing a close. Most of the cities had gone Over the Top. The few remaining stragglers were rapid- ly securing their quota. It was the last week of the drive and the Boy Scouts had just been notified that they might begin their work. To quote one enthusiastic little fellow, O.h, gee, kids, we ' re turned loose at last, ain ' t we? Say, won ' t old Kaiser Bill feel sick when he hears about it?

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LOYALTY. Fight ior the Red, the White, and Blue, Live for all that it means to you, Give for its strong- support abroad, Work for its cause, help lift War ' s load. Then when sweet Peace shall reign once more, Proudly will come our Flag to the fore, To stand for all that ' s right and good, In just the way it ' s always stood. ELIZABETH MUNSON. OUR GUIDE. Oh flag that floats in sky of blue, Our hearts to thee shall e ' er be true; Thy colors bright our guide shall be, To fight the foe across the sea! And when our boys will aid the French, And join our friends in hut or trench, n The Allies all will bless thy stars; And we ' ll thank God that you are ours. MARY PARHAM.