Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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THE TARGET 29 Some one should explain gently to the babies of the school that if they have to manufacture ammunition out of school materials they should send it to the soldiers instead of using it for civil wars. Save wheat! Conserve food! Eat rice-bread with cheery mood. TRUSTY, RED CROSS DOG. The battle for the village of Le Sonne had raged for seven hours and the wounded lay stretched along the road and fields, moaning and crying for water. The village had changed from German to French hands four times and the wounded were unable to be reached. On a distant part of the field lay Lieutenant Henri Leroux, who had been wounded by a German sniper concealed in a tree, on his way to the commanding officer with valuable information. Lieutenant Leroux had been sent from headquarters to in- terview a French spy, who was con- cealed in a neighboring village. The Lieutenant was returning with re- ports of great importance, as they related the coming activities on an important French supply base, the loss of which would seriously ham- per the present campaign. As twilight came on, the Lieuten- ant as he lay helpless on the ground with a bullet hole in the thigh, at the same time wished for water and bandages and wondered how he was to get his dispatches to head- quarters. The steady drone of rifle fire wore on as the combatants fought for the upper hand. Drop- ping off into a troubled doze, he was awakened by an object licking his hand. Opening his bewildered eyes he tried to rise and was sharply reminded of the wound in his leg, so he fell back with a moan. Then sud- denly he realized that beside him was one of those Red Cross dogs that do such noble work on the bat- tlefields. This particular one was an Airedale. Lieutenant Leroux, be- ing familiar with the kit carried by these dogs, felt on the left side of Trusty, as the brass plate on its collar bore that inscription, for the aluminum canteen. He found and unhooked it easily, and took several drinks and felt very much refreshed. On the inside of a leather pouch, carried by Trusty, were bandages and iodine, with which he dressed his leg, the dog meanwhile standing patiently. Then Lieutenant Leroux was struck with a happy though. He quickly placed the dispatches inside of the pouch and hastily scribbled a note telling he was wounded and how to find him. Then he placed the dog ' s head in the direction of headquarters and gave him a gentle pat, and the dog started off in the given direction. God grant that he reach head- quarters safely, he muttered out loud, for if he doesn ' t the supply base and I are lost. However, the Lieutenant now felt at ease in his mind, for he knew that the dog had been trained to carry dispatches also. Having found the road, Trusty traveled along at a steady loping pace, and by and by arrived at the vicinity of headquarters. There one of the guards called Trusty to him and felt inside of the pouch for a note he felt sure was there. Upon finding the note and dispatches, he immediately turned them in at head- quarters. The commanding officer of that sector was very much pleased to have the papers, but he felt anx- ious for the Lieutenant. So he had a searching party form- ed and they set out in the direction

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28 THE TARGET TARGET STAFF Editor Helen Wood Manager Curtis Wright ASSISTANTS. Paul Albert, Elma Auze, Mildred Bain, Elizabeth Barndt, Emily Brown, Margaret Druehl, Robert Dunn, Jean Dupont, Muriel Engler, Erna Erbe, Evelyn Flaherty, Grace Foster, Jack Gompertz, Olga Grooms, Martha Hanna, Phyllis Harroun, Evelyn Holcomb, Ursula Howard, Pearl Johnson, Evelyn Keehner, Ancel Keys, Dorothy Lenehan, Marjorie Lewin, Conrad Lutgen, Anna McLaughlin, Elizabeth Munson, Daniel Nutting, Mary Parham, Josephine Peoples, John Railton, David Rankin, Irene Reid, Ernest de Reynier, Dorothy Ritchie,- Eugenie Schutt, Frances Seymour, Marion T. Smith, Lillian St. John. ADVISORY BOARD. MR. CLARK Principal MISS CHRISTY Teacher Our boys are proving themselves true patriots by taking their physical culture with zest. A garden or a gun. If the girls would take care of their lunch bags as carefully as they do their knitting bags, there would be less drop-stitching in the school harmony.

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3Q THE TARGET given by Lieutenant Leroux. After searching for an ho ur without suc- cess they were ready to give up the search when Trusty took the lead himself. With his keener sense of smelling, he soon picked up the trail and quickly led them to the place where Lieutenant Leroux was lying. The doctor said to the Red Cross stretcher bearer on the way back to the base hospital, Had it not been for that dog we would had reached Lieutenant Leroux too late, for he is in a serious condition from ex - posure. But thanks to Trusty the pro- posed raid on the supply base was repulsed and Lieutenant Leroux ' life was saved. The next day the men of Lieuten- ant Leroux ' company received per- mission to adopt Trusty as their mascot. And ever after Trusty, who proudly bears the Croix de Guerre on his collar, remained the much-petted mascot of the company he had saved so well. EDWIN ISAACS. TO OUR BANNER. See the soldiers marching by, Banners flying in the sky, Flags of every shape and hue — Flags of red, of white and blue. But the flag that I love best, Though I honor all the rest, Stands for truth and loyalty, Freedom, right and liberty. So from harm protect us all, Lest our nation downward fall. Banner, may you ever wave O ' er the noble and the brave! EVELYN HOLCOMB. A BIRD TRANSFORMED. The sun was just setting, when suddenly over the top of a huge pile of rocks appeared a bird of most unusual plumage. The feathers upon its back were pointed upwards as its tail, and were of many differ- ent colors. This did not appear startling as in the rugged wilds of the Sierra Nevada mountains there are many beautiful birds. Suddenly the bird moved upwards, and before us stood an Indian in full war array. He had apparently been hiding behind the rocks, and his crest of feathers had been mis- taken for a bird until he arose. His dark red-brown skin had been dyed in patches with bright red paint, and his jet-black eyes peered suspicious- ly out from beneath his straight black hair. He wore a blouse and leggings of deerskin fringed with the same, and dyed many colors. Over these was a large Indian blanket thrown carelessly across his shoul- ders. Fastening his blouse in place was a broad belt of rushes woven closely together, with various de- signs; this was stuck full of knives and hatchets indicating that he was a warrior. As he stepped from be- hind the rock we noticed that he wore finely beaded moccasins. But when he saw us, he folded his arms over his blanket, turned on his heel, and disappeared among the pines of the forest. EUGENIE SCHUTT. THE SAMPLER. Dorothy was sitting before a cheery fire looking at the framed sampler that hung over the mantel- piece. This was a beautiful piece of work that her grandmother had made many years ago. Dorothy was glad