Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1919 volume:

BERKELEY PUBLIC LIBRARY 3 1913 01860 6704 Willard Intermediate High School, Berkeley VOL. VI. MAY, 1919 NO. 1 Chilsipee, the Rocky Mountain Maiden The clouds had passed by; the storm had ceased. It was after the fierce battle with the Blackfeet In- dians on the Yellowstone River, in 1834, that Kit Carson and his party of beaver trappers rejoiced and made merry over their victory. Meanwhile, some of the trappers proceeded to search among the bushes in order to discover how many In- dians were killed and if there were any living. Rose, one of the trap- pers, was aiding in the search. To his surprise and bewilderment he perceived, hidden in a clump of pine bushes, an Indian maiden. She had covered herself wit h branches and leaves, and had probably been left by the Indians in their retreat, as their village was not more than a hundred yards away from the battle- field. It was soon discovered that her leg was much swollen and that she was suffering with intense pain occasioned by a shot from a rifle ball; but she bore it with bravery and heroism peculiar to the Indian race. Her wounds were dressed as care- fully, if not as skilfully, as a phy- sician would have cared for them, and, although it was at first supposed that she would die, she began slowly to recover. She was soon the pet of these rough but tender-hearted trappers, who did all they could to amuse their little patient, whom they had saved from a terrible death. Her name was Chilsipee, meaning the Antelope, and the young girl, for she was only thirteen, became the favorite of the whole company. When the trappers started from this camping place to Snake River a litter was constructed for her use. The winter spent on the Snake River was a severe one, and the trap- pers had nothing to do but hunt oc- casionally and play at cards and dominoes. Their clothes were sadly worn and, as Chilsipee was very in- dustrious, she was kept busy mending and patching for the whole company. So this little maiden lived and thrived, helping the trappers in every way possible and more and more winning the hearts of every one of them. Just before leaving Snake River, Rose purchased a fine horse, the best one in the company, which Chilsipee chose as her favorite riding animal. When she wanted a horse to ride it was only necessary for her to express her desire and it was granted, for no one thought of refusing her. In the coming spring there was to be a rendezvous and all of the camp were making preparations for it. Chilsipee had been busy all winter preparing for this great occasion. Soon the day arrived. Chilsipee was in the height of her glory. She was using Rose ' s horse, which was beautifully ornamented. There was a broad leathern belt a foot wide stretching from the saddle across its breast, and this was covered with red cloth embroidered in stars and other emblems, the whole being The Target fringed with girlews and small bells which jingled as she galloped along. Chilsipee was indeed a picture wor- thy to be seen, her long, black hair streaming behind her in the wind and the bells on her cap making a merry sound as she rode. She was small, and graceful as a fawn, and her eyes were large and brilliant. Chilsipee rode man-fashion, as all In- dian women do, which made the trappers quite proud of her. She would ride at the head of the column and then, when on rising ground, she would halt and allow the caval- cade to pass by her, like an army passing before the inspection of a general. Then, starting up with a gallop, she would run to the front at full speed amuf shouts of Bravo, Chilsipee! Go it, little one! A few days later, while out trap- ping, one of the men was shooting at what looked like an animal. It dodged the shot and started to run. The trapper then discovered that it was an Indian who was, probably, up to some mischief, being far away from an Indian camp. Not having any weapon, he had been obliged to retreat. For some time after this Chilsipee seemed excited and anxious. A few mornings later, Rose, on looking for his horse, found that it had dis- appeared. Thinking that Chilsipee had taken it to graze, he called, and, receiving no answer, called again and again, but did not find her. Chil- sipee had left the camp. It was sup- posed that she had been assisted in her flight by the mysterious Indian. The trappers did not think that it was ingratitude, for she had loved them all and had been grateful for their kind treatment. It was the In- dian maiden ' s natural longing for her own people, the call of the wild. EUGENIE BOLTON. SPANISH GOLD. How are we directed? cried the captain. No ' northwest, sir, said the pilot. Head her so ' southwest by the chart. Aye, aye, sir! Th£ captain walked around the starboard side of the ship to the mate ' s room. He entered the room and saw his companion, John Reeve, sitting leisurely in a crude chair smoking. Hello, Captain. I was just trying to figure how long it will take to get to our island. The captain secured a chair by the mate ' s table and sat down. John, he said, in our hurry to beat those villains, I forgot to tell you about the story of the chart showing where the box of Spanish gold is hidden. When Drake captured so much gold and jewelry and treasures from the Spaniards his ship became so overloaded that he stopped at this island and left one of his largest boxes of gold. When he returned to England in 1580, Queen Elizabeth knighted him and he gave her this chart, which was put in the treasury, and it wasn ' t touched until, in the Revolutionary War, it was given to my great-grandfather by the King for a brave deed. It has been handed down to my father, who gave it to me upon his death. One night, as y-ou know, Ned Starr broke into our home and copied the chart. It is up to us to beat him to the island. Captain! A ship! y-elled a sailor outside the door. They sprang to their feet and ran to the deck. John reached the deck first and was already adjusting his telescope before the stout sea-captain got there. Woodpeck! gasped John. We The Target 3 must beat her. We will. The captain ' s little eyes gleamed with anger and his face grew red. Thief! he cried. Then, remem- bering his father ' s saying, Wrath doesn ' t mean success, but coolness means everything, he calmed him- self. John, he said, tell the fireman to give her the limit. At once the Galeworth shot for- ward and kept the distance very well. At this rate we ought to get to the island at eight o ' clock tonight, said the engineer. On and on went the Galeworth, with the Woodpeck about five miles away. Suddenly the boat began to slacken its pace and soon came to a standstill. Commotion was every- where. Something was wrong. The Woodpeck was closing up the gap between the two. Now they were just a mile from the Galeworth. The engine is fixed, explained the engineer at last to the captain. There was a leak in the boiler which we had to mend. Again the Galeworth started and gradually she gained on the Wood- peck, and as the afternoon dragged on she began to outdistance her rival. At eight o ' clock they sighted the island and by nine they had anchored. The small boats were let down the sides of the ship and the captain, mate, pilot and a few trusted sailors rowed to shore. They jumped out and with the chart and a flashlight they found the cave in which the treasure was hidden. Dig, boys, dig! said the captain in excitement. For three hours they dug, and in that time they had suc- ceeded in removing the treasure box. The captain opened the steel door with a key, which was attached to the chart. He pulled up the cover and there they saw — Billie! Billie! Get up! it is after eight and you will be late for your appointment with the dentist. Aw, mamma, you spoilt my dream. I almost saw Spanish Gold. EDWIN BUCKALEW. MY FIRST TROUT. Mr. Harris, a Forest Reserve man, decided to take his Sunday School class on a fishing trip to Dear Creek and I was lucky enough to be invited to go along. We started early one Saturday morning and after a two hours ' walk we came to a beautiful spot where there were many deep pools in which the trout love to lie. After fishing up and down the creek for about two hours we built a fire and fried some of the trout for our lunch. Now we were fortified and ready to try to catch a crafty old fellow who had fooled us in the morning. As luck would have it when we got back the fish was still biting. I was ready and cast out near the mid- dle of the creek and waited expect- antly for a tug which came in a few minutes. After slowly and painfully reeling in my line, to my surprise and consternation what should I reel in but an old shoe. With the sight of this and the roar of laughter that followed I was ready to give up bin Mr. Harris dissuaded me. After what seemed ages to me I felt an- other tug but was a little timid to reel for fear it might be cause for more merriment. I finally decided to take a chance and this time not so painstakingly. I began to draw in my line. This time by a streak of beginner ' s luck I landed a battle- scarred veteran about nine inches long. JOHN MOORE. 4 The Target From Court-Martial to Cross The court room was silent. Private Smith was being tried for cowardice under fire. The court was meeting in a house near the front lines. The judge arose to give the verdict, Guilty. Bang! A shell crashed into the room. Ten minutes later the Red Cross workers carried Private Smith to the hospital. He was the only one alive. Private Smith, what was the ver- dict of the court? asked one officer when he gained consciousness. What should he do? He didn ' t want to be shot. Well, no one would ever know, so The verdict was not guilty, sir, he answered. Recovering, he was sent to the front with a bad conscience. It was a busy sector and the Germans made occasional trench raids. One night the Germans suddenly left in the midst of a raid. The Americans saw the flare of a fuse which was attached to dynamite. All were para- lyzed except Smith who, jerking up a sand bag, thrust it upon the blaze in time to save every one but him- self. He had saved a hundred men, but the surgeons said his wounds were fatal. Private Smith, hearing this, confessed that the court had pronounced him guilty. He would at least die with a clear conscience. Ten days later the crisis had passed and in two weeks Private Smith was well. In another week an automo- bile took him from the hospital with two armed guards to the general ' s stone building. His heart sunk. He thought they would surely shoot him because he had confessed. As they came to the wall he expected to be placed against it. But they took him into the building. He thought they were preparing him to be shot. He was surprised to see the general and the staff officers. He saluted and the general, stepping forward, shook hands with him. Private Smith was astounded. He had come thinking he was to be shot, and instead to shake hands with the general was enough to knock him over. Corporal Smith, said the general, you have been reported to me to have saved several of your comrades from death; come here while I pin this war cross on you. Corporal Smith fainted. GEROW VAN NOSTRAND. HUMPTY DUMPTY IN THE ORIENT. It was the day after we had arrived in Plongkong. We were putting up at the St. George ' s Hotel while wait- ing to make the connection with the P. and O. bound for Singapore. Our room was situated on the third story and opened onto a sort of porch that overhung the street. My sister and I were not allowed to eat our meals downstairs with the grownups and so the Chinese boy would bring them up to us on trays. This morning there were soft-boiled eggs on the bill of fare and we found they were served English style, and so tried to eat them in English man- ner. This consists in taking off with a knife a small part of the top The Target of the egg and then scooping the in- sides out with a spoon little larger than a salt spoon. When we finished we found that we had almost an entire eggshell left. It would be quite a while before the grown folks came back upstairs and in the meantime we had to find some- thing to do. 1 know, said my sister, let ' s play Humpty Dumpty with the egg shells. All right, said I; how do you play it? She took the egg shells, placed them on the railing of the porch and then climbed up to look over at the street below. It was a typical Chinese street, narrow and dirty, with a number of Chinese coolies carrying ponderous baskets suspended by a pole over their shoulders, passing to and fro. My sister spied one old fellow. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, she yelled; Humphy Dumpty had a great fall, and she pushed the egg shell off the railing and it, falling, lit in his basket. He stopped and looked up wondering from where under the sun or above it an egg shell could come from. He gave it up and started on again. Whereupon we shoved the other shell off the railing, this one landing on his head. He thought per- haps that some god was wreaking its vengeance on him and he started off on the run. We were now out of ammunition, so were forced to call a truce until the next meal. We asked for eggs at every meal and continued our bombardment for about two days, at the end of which time we were discovered and soon wished that Humphy Dumpty had kept his balance. ADOLPHUS CHEEK. AT THE FOOT OF THE RAINBOW. Whene ' er the sun in golden splendor shimmering Beams through the rains of Spring ' s declining day, A rainbow in a radiant halo glim- mering, Hangs o ' er the trees its beautiful display. But those who seek the hoard of shining gold, That at its foot is hid in mossy nook, May seek from morn until the day is old And never find the gold for which they look. But in different form they will behold A priceless treasure brightest in the showers, And laughing at the elfish raindrops bold, The yellow primrose, sweetest of spring flowers. EUNICE LEHMER. PARADISE. Lying at the top of Kelley ' s Butte, Arizona, is a ranch called Paradise. Coming up the trail two men can be seen, now riding, now walking, for it is a very steep trail. Finally they arrive at the ranch. The foreman comes forward to meet them, they exchange greetings, and the older man, after looking around a few minutes, compliments him up- on the appearance of the ranch. The foreman then turns to the younger man who has been silent and asks him what is the matter, for he hasn ' t said anything. Oh, said the young man, You see I ' m in Paradise. HELEN KEMP. 6 Troubles Characters: Alice and Marjorie, room-mates. Marjorie enters the kitchen, where Alice is tending some fudge and baking little cakes. Alice: Well, it ' s about time! ..Why were you gone so long? Marjorie: Alice, I just met Anne ' s mother. She said that Anne had such a terrible headache she couldn ' t come to our party to-night. She is so sorry about it. And do you know, it ' s getting all cloudy, and I ' m just sure it will rain. Alice: Oh, you ' re a pessimist! Somebody will come, anyway, even if it does rain. Come, help me finish this cooking. (Marjorie puts on her apron, when the telephone rings.) Alice: Let me answer it while you stir this. (Giving the spoon to Alar- jorie.) (Marjorie fixed her apron instead of tending the candy. Tries to hear what Alice is saying.) Marjorie (as Alice comes back): Who was it? Alice (disregarding the question) : Silver phoned that her brother had just returned from France, and she couldn ' t think of • leaving him. Mar- jorie, what do I smell? (Sniffing.) (The girls go to the stove quickly, and find the candy burned.) Alice: Why didn ' t you tend it as I told you to do? Spoiled! (Stirring it around.) It gave promise of being the best I ever made, but now — ! Marjorie: It wasn ' t my fault! You know I never made candy be- fore and, besides, I had to fix my apron before I could do anything! Alice (stirring candy again): I don ' t care! Now, I hope nobody comes, that ' s all! Marjorie: Listen, it ' s beginning to rain! (She goes to the window and looks out just as a heavy shower begins to come. Alice is still mourn- ing the candy. Smoke rises from the oven.) Marjorie: Something else is burn- ing! I smell it! Those cakes! (Spy- ing the oven.) (The girls take the cakes out of the oven and throw them into the garbage can with a thud. Alice smiles and Marjorie scowls.) Marjorie: Well, anyway, there is the ice cream left. Alice: Oh, no, there isn ' t! You set it down by the stove when you came in, and the whole thing is melted! (The}- look at each other and sigh. The telephone rings. After answer- ing it Alice comes back to the kitchen.) Alice: Thank goodness! Carol says that she and her sister cannot come because of the rain; but they hope we shall have a good time without them! Marjorie: We shall, all right; bet- ter than with them! DOROTHY DAYTON. STUBBORNNESS DOES NOT PAY. In a very small agricultural center lived two farmers. One of these farmers wished to progress, while the other was stubborn and insisted upon doing the opposite thing from other people. Both of the farmers were very wor- ried because they had a great deal The Target 7 of grain which was spoiling in the warehouse, for no one wished to buy it. When it came time to turn the clocks one hour ahead the progres- sive farmer turned his ahead will- ingly, but it was very different with the stubborn farmer. He said, I do not wish to progress or to turn my clock ahead, for it goes well as it is. In the little country paper that evening came a notice to the grain owners which both farmers read. It Avas a fine chance to sell their grain in the largest city in their center. On reading the notice both farm- ers decided to start for the city early in the morning. The stubborn farm- er was one hour late, as his clock was not correct. The wide-awake farmer, upon arriving in the city, sold his grain and became quite a rich man, while the stubborn farmer was poor all the rest of his life. CAROL KEEHNER. THE PUPPY THAT LEARNED A LESSON. An awkward little puppy that lived in a large house felt very proud. The reason for his pride was that he could run and jump more lively than the other dog in the house, who was quite old and not so frolicsome. One day the little puppy saw his master go out to the yard with a large bone in his hand. The puppy knew it was either for the older dog or himself, so he started to run so as to get to his master first and get the bone. He hurried through the kitchen and was pursued by the cook, who spanked him for upsetting some milk. He was then delayed by some wool that he got tangled in, but he was soon rescued and put out by the maid. He ran frantically toward his master for the bone, but his master had already given the bone to the older dog. This puppy soon learned a lesson. LA VERNE CALNEN. THE TROUT ' S REVENGE. Dad and I went camping up at Lake Tahoe last summer, and we had a very good time. The second day we were there we went fishing. Dad caught several fish, and I was getting discouraged, for I hadn ' t caught any. Suddenly something heavy jerked on my line and I began to madly wind in my reel. In a few minutes a beautiful silver trout lay glistening on the bank. My, I was proud! That night we had an es- pecially good fish for supper. It tasted so good that I ate over half of it. After supper I lay in the hammock watching the fireflies flickering among the trees. Suddenly I felt myself go down, down on a monstrous fish into some large body of water. Finally we reached something solid. Then a large and ugly swordfish came and cut me into bits. It was not long before I was in ten or twenty pieces. In a few minutes several sea-lions came and each swallowed a piece of me. Then I began to scream. Suddenly I felt Touser ' s rough red tongue on my face. I awoke to find I was on solid ground again, not the least bit damp from my recent escapades. MARY LOUISE THOMSON. 8 The Target Disturbing a Hornet ' s Nest Little Bob was sulky. His big brother Jim would not take him on the hike which was to start at nine o ' clock that morning. Bob was wish- ing he was fourteen like his brother, instead of a little boy of seven. Sud- denly he hit upon a plan, and jump- ing from his seat in the oak tree he exclaimed, I ' ll do it! I ' ll show him he ' s not so smart as he thinks he is! He found a forked stick and ran to a tree not far off, where he re- membered seeing a hornet ' s nest. Carefully he took it down with the forked stick and hurried back to the house. Looking around to see if anyone was about, he opened the window of Jim ' s room and crawled in. He was very careful about handling the nest. Pushing back the bedclothes he slipped the hornet ' s nest into the foot of the bed. He then crawled out of the window, not giving the hornets another thought. That night when Bob came in to dinner a young lady was there. His mother said: Bob, you will have to sleep with Jim tonight, for Miss L — is going to remain all night and will have to use your bed. Bob was sent to bed at eight o ' clock that night and, not remembering the hornets, he gave the covers a hard pull. The hornets, free from the covers, swarmed on Bob ' s face, hands and bare feet. He set up a loud cry and Jim, who had just entered, ran to open the window. Soon all the hornets were out and Bob ' s mother asked how the hornets got in the bed. Bob, with the tears rolling down his swollen face, sobbed out the story. His mother did not scold him, for she knew he had learned his lesson. Bob was contented to stay at home after that and did not grumble when Jim went on a hike, for he remem- bered the hornets for many years. WILLA CONZELMANN. THE WELCOME TO OUR BOYS. Last Tuesday San Francisco gave a welcome to the 263rd and 347th regiments. As early as half past five a. m. people from Berkeley and Oak- land crowded into ferry boats to go to see our returning heroes, who were to march through Market Street in San Francisco. Mothers, fathers, sweetTiearts, friends — all were there to see the boys. At last they came in strictly mili- tary fashion, looking straight ahead, turning not to left or right. But when one would hear his name called out from amid the throng his face quickly changed and a smile stole across his lips. What military dis- cipline could keep their loved ones away from them? None! So very soon the ropes were down in the street and relatives and friends of our brave heroes were marching up the street, in step with the soldiers. Some in the crowds were crying, some singing, some laughing, and many were yelling to the top of their voices for joy. At the end of the day everybody went home happy. JANE AHERN. The Target 9 A Sierra Experience One day, when I was in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, I fell asleep un- der a large tree. When I awoke a strange feeling came over me. I seemed to understand the language of the birds! Above me two hawks were conversing. These airplanes make me sick, said one. They frighten me almost to death, replied the other. I wouldn ' t be surprised if we lost the freedom of the air on account of those things. Yes, said the first one, I guess you are right. But tell me, are you really in earnest or are you joking? I am in earnest, answered the second hawk. Airplanes make a lot of noise, and when they ' loop-the- loop, ' as men say, it makes me feel quite giddy, and I feel as though I were going to fall. But stay, here comes one now. Sure enough, as I looked up I saw an airplane flying rapidly across the cloudless sky. Then, to the birds ' horror, it looped-the-loop. The birds closed their eyes and would not open them until five minutes elapsed after the airplane disappeared. When the birds finally opened their eyes, they were shaking with fear, keeping close together and mumbling things to each other. I could only catch a few words now and then, such as beastly things, scared the life out of me, how horrible, crazy things, and so on. They kept this up at least half an hour, and at the end of that time were still shaking. Let ' s go home, said one. I ' m sick. You get sick entirely too easy, said the other. The thing fright- ened me almost to death, but it didn ' t make me sick. That doesn ' t matter, replied the first one. I ' m sick and I ' m going home, but I don ' t think I can get my dinner. With that he flew away, leaving the other alone. As it was near sundown, I stayed no longer, but started off for the little town in which I was living, thinking if the airplanes drove the birds away, how the insects would overrun the country. WHEATON ADAMS. TONY, THE PATIENT. Tony was an Italian boy. He had a mother and two little sisters to support. When the war broke out he couldn ' t enlist because he had to take care of his mother. He wanted to do something to help Uncle Sam, but he had no money. What could he do without money? One day Tony went out to wash some windows. When he arrived at the house a man came to the door and said, We have decided to have our windows cleaned by someone else. Good day, sir. Aw, listen mistaire; I got a mother and two little sisters to take care of. I need the money. I don ' t care. We don ' t want you here, said the hard-hearted man, and he banged the door in poor Tony ' s face. Oh, what am I to do? cried poor Tony. I got to live, I got to help. Oh, what am I to do? Like a flash of lightning a thought came to Tony. He ran home quickly, and found one of his father ' s old Italian costumes. I will sell this and maybe I can spare enough money to give some to the Red Cross, thought Tony. He decided to auction the suit off to the high- est bidder. He ran out to the street cor- ner and stood on a box. First IO The Target the people stopped, just from cu- riosity, then they became interested when they found out his cause. The bids became higher and higher un- til poor Tony held his breath in excitement. Finally the suit was sold for the sum of $25. Tony fairly bubbled over with joy. He gave half to his mother and half to the Red Cross. Tony decided that while one man was cross and mean, there are hundreds that are good. HAZEL HUNT. THE SIXPENCE. John was going to the Fair. He lived in a small English town. His father had given him a sixpence. What shall I buy? a little voice kept saying inside of him. He was to meet Jim and Ted at the cross- roads. Pretty soon he came to a large clump of trees; he heard an odd kind of noise, as if someone was crying. He ran to the place from which it came and, stooping down, he took into his arms a small white dog. The dog was very thin and weak, and his eyes looked very sad. Now John was very gentle to ani- mals and could not bear to see the poor thing die of hunger. So, for- getting all about the Fair and the boys, he ran home with the dog in his arms. When he got there, he ran into the house and, putting the dog into a chair, poured some milk out of a pitcher into a saucer, and putting the dog on the floor let him drink it all. As the dog was drinking, John ' s mother came into the room, and on seeing the pup drinking the milk she exclaimed, John, what have you done? That milk was for the baby and we have no more. John jumped up with a look of dismay on his face, but it brightened as if by magic. I ' ll run to the Fair and get some with the money father gave me for myself. May I keep the dog, mother? he asked. Yes, dear, you may. GRACE PEDERSEN. SUPERSTITION. Sambo, said Rastus, as he sat looking at a small candle that light- ed the room a little, ain ' t you ' fraid ob dem goblins an ' ghosts? What would you do if one walked in here right now? Why, said Sambo, I ' d reach right over an ' get my big gun. Well, I ' se heard you couldn ' t kill ghosts. Wen, mebee not, but I ' d sure shoot until my gun gave out o ' shots, if I saw one. They must live on an ' on an ' on, said Rastus. Just then there was a noise coming from the wind. It sounded, to them, like a moan. Sambo ' s knees trembled as he reached to the corner and picked up his gun. Look! exclaimed Rastus. Sambo ' s gun fell to the floor as he saw something white in a dark corner of the room. Rastus, with shaky hands, picked up the gun and shot six times. When he went to bed he found six bullet holes in his white pajamas that had been hanging on a nail. ALICE HENDERSON. The Target A Fire and a Rescue The Louisville High School Base- ball Team had just finished practice for the afternoon. The boys then went home. When John arrived home he did his chores around the house. When he finished, he sat clown to rest Clash! Clang! Bing! Bang! went the bells on the fire engines as they tore past John ' s home. Mother, may I go to see the fire? asked a very excited John. Yes, you may go, said Mrs. Cosby. Without waiting for anything further, John rapidly mounted his wheel and rode down Main street. It ' s the Adams building, John heard one excited pedestrian say. Sure enough, it was. John dismount- ed his wheel and locked it under- neath an elm tree. Then pushing for- ward on foot, he came quite close to the burning building. The Adams building was supposed to be fireproof and so it did not have fire hose, but it was a modern building in every other way. It had elevators, stairs, electric lights, etc. Only a few of- fices were occupied. Air. Smith, a wealthy broker, was heard to shout: One hundred dol- lars ' reward to the person who saves my Liberty Bonds! The people looked at Mr. Smith and then at the burning building. Not one stirred. Here ' s a good chance to get some easy money, thought John. Then he edged his way out of the crowd and ran up to Mr. Smith and said, I ' ll save them for you if anybody can. Dashing into the burning building, he ran up the first flight and pausing at the top and looking at the burning stairs he said to himself, I ' ll never be able to climb those. Then an idea occurred to him. Running down, he entered the elevator shaft and rode up to the third floor. Looking down the hall, John could barely make out the words: MR. SMITH, Broker. Taking a breath of fresh air, he ran down the hall and, opening the door, dashed into the office out of breath. Hastily scanning the docu- ments on the desk, he put them in his pocket. Then staggering on up the hall he reached the elevator. He was nearly suffocated when he got there. After fumbling around for a few seconds, which seemed hours to John, he found the crank and, giving it a push, the elevator went down. His eyes were aching and it seemed as if his head would split open. He staggered out into the open, where many willing hands lent him assist- ance. He was taken home in Mr. Smith ' s car and John was very happy that night when he realized that he could do whatever he wanted to do with the reward. EUGENE GALLAGHER. A CIRCUS IN THE SKY. A little boy was rolling and tumbling on the grass, thinking of the posters of a coming circus he had seen. Ex- hausted, he lay on his back, kicking up his heels. The sky was blue — a deep, deep blue — and a few little puffs of clouds were slowly coming from the east. Teddy watched them with thoughts of the circus still lingering in his mind. As the clouds drew nearer they seemed to take shape. The first was 12 The Target a little dog whose mouth was slowly opening in a long howl. As he came directly overhead his tail began to grow, and it grew and grew until it was very long and slim. At last the tail broke in two and the broken part immediately turned into a snake and wiggled off through the sky. Next came a little woolly bear with a great big lion behind it. Then came a huge elephant and some little fat pigs. Next a long series of carts, drown by ponies, dogs and rabbits, passed in the parade. In the carts you could see the tops of little girls ' and boys ' heads just like Teddy. Some had long pointed caps that waved in the wind, and others had broad hats with wavy ostrich plumes in them. Best of all were the clowns who walked on their hands and rolled themselves into balls. How Teddy laughed as one great big clown winked at him and stretched out his hands as if to take Teddy along with him. Then the sky was azure blue. Teddy thought that kind of a circus was very nice, for he didn ' t have to sit squeezed tight in a row, but he just lay in the grass and watched .the parade go rolling by. JOSEPHINE MILLIGAN. Miss Christy in H 9 English: Who were the criminals of the under- world? Edward Harms: The Kaiser. Miss Christy: Not yet. Miss Farwell in Latin: Where do these belong? Bonnie George: In the second congregation. (Meaning conjugation.) Ruth Henderson: Who was Cu- pid? Florence Hillhouse (absent-minded- ly): Thomas McEneany. JUST A PLAIN BUG. Edward knew he would be caught in the draft, because his father had gone to every official in the state, but he had been unable to save his loving son from the horrors of war. The fateful day arrived. How could the mother let her only child go to war and get all covered with nasty- bugs, and maybe not even get his bath three times a week? She wept incessantly, but alas! it was of no avail. He had to go. On leaving, his mother gave him, with many other articles, a box of cootie ex- terminator. Six months later finds Edward in France, fighting with the bravest. A great change has come over him. Instead of always finding the best place for himself he offers it to a comrade; instead of always complain- ing about the food, his bed (if he has one), and untimely hours, he ac- cepts these hardships good-naturedly. He applied his exterminator daily, but one day during a fierce attack by the Germans, in his excitement, he forgot to use it. His forgetfulness saved his life. While marching through a town in Germany which had been captur ed by the Allies he leaned over to scatch a cootie bite on his knee. As he did so a sniper, who was concealed in the attic of a nearby house, shot at him. If he had not leaned over at that precise moment, Edward would not, with a bullet wound in his left leg from a later shot and a medal fastened on his breast for distin- guished bravery, have been talking for the Fifth Victory Loan. SHELDON COOPER. The Target 13 THE JUNIOR ORCHESTRA. Our Juniors have been working hard for the concert Thursday, May 29th. They are preparing some very interesting pieces and everyone will enjoy their playing at that time. THE PIANO CLUB. This organization held its second meeting April 3, 1919, and the fol- lowing delightful program was given : Ellen Sharpe, Whims (Schumann); Irving Kirk, Dance of the Elves (Spindler); Mary Bailey, Mazurka (Godard); Leonie Miller, Quartet from Rigoletto (Spindler); Kenneth Ferguson, Evening Star (Wagner); Helen Darch, Waltz (Chopin); Marjorie Girvin, Arabia (Adams); Margaret Fish, Arabesque (Debus- sy). The next meeting of the Club will be held some afternoon after school during May. THE SENIOR ORCHESTRA. Our Senior Orchestra is now dili- gently preparing for the concert com- ing on May 29th, when the program will contain a series of new pieces, including The Knight Errant Over- ture and Selections from Robin Hood. The Orchestra has recently received an invitation from the Hill- side Club to play at their meeting, the evening of May 19th, and it has also been requested to furnish music at a meeting of the Intermediate High School Teachers ' Association. Some weeks ago a stringed orches- tra was formed by Miss Elle rhorst. They expect to be prepared for the concert. THE BAND. The Band is composed of 28 mem- bers who meet on Tuesdays from 12:45 to 1:35 and on Fridays from 8 to 8:45. May 2nd they played at an entertainment given at Burbank School that money might be raised for band instruments for that school. Un- der the leadership of Miss Ellerhorst the band has made excellent prog- ress. They are to give a concert at the new school in Albany, Friday night, May 16th. They hope to go in automobiles. Some of the new pieces under- taken this year are The Hippo- drome, Westmont Cadet March, The Rose Waltz and some other selections for the concert which they are keeping as a secret. The Band was sorry to give up Kenneth Goode 14 The Target and Herbert Dreisbach. They gladly welcome as newcomers Will Hub- bard (clarinetist), Addison Cole (cor- netist), and Hugh Bishop (base drum- mer). THE GLEE CLUB. The Glee Club did splendid work at the Bond Rally held in our audi- torium just before the election. The two bond songs composed by Miss ElleVhorst for the occasion made a special hit with the audience. The Club has been invited to sing for the Intermediate High School Teachers ' Association program to be given in the auditorium in June. At the present time the members are preparing four selections for the con- cert, one of which will have a violin duet obligato. The Glee Club has never gotten better results, and their work is greatly appreciated by their audiences. BASEBALL. On May 1st the Willard baseball team played the first game of the In- termediate High School series with Garfield. The team, after two months of practice, showed an efficiency of team work that enabled them to win the game to the tune of 11 to 1. With a little support the team should win the series with ease, but it needs the little support. The lineup was as follows: Bliss, catcher; Ditzler, pitcher; Van Nos- trand, first base; Takahashi, second base; Harms, third base; Cheek, shortstop; Thatcher, left field; Clev- erdon or Biglow, center field; Lowell or Whitton, right field. The game was featured by the heavy hitting of the Willard nine, and by the steady pitching of Ditzler. The team kept up the good work against Edison and Burbank, beating Edison 3 to 2 and Burbank 11 to 2. The Edison game was hard fought and was won at the last minute. Neither team scored until the second inning, when Harms singled, stole second and went to third on Thatch- er ' s out, scoring when Bliss doubled. The game went to the fifth inning without another score. In the first of the fifth Edison put over two runs, due to a couple of errors by Willard. It looked to be all over but the shouting when, in the last of the seventh, Bliss and Cheek got hits and scored on Van Nostrand ' s double. The Burbank game was never in doubt, due to the steady pitching of Ditzler. Willard pounded the Bur- bank pitcher for eighteen hits. Cheek made a home run in the fifth inning. Ditzler had good support all through the game, especially when men were on bases. TENNIS. The girls of the seventh and eighth grades have organized a tennis team, •with Susanna McCann for their cap- tain. The ninth grade will meet Monday, May 12th, to choose their captain and her assistant. The best players will participate in the first tournament, which will be held on the Hillegass courts. After several games have been played the seventh and eighth grade champions will play the winners of the ninth grade tourna- ments. Everyone is asked to join the team, whether she is an experienced player or not. About 50 boys interested in tennis organized, electing Edward Chandler manager, and Sheldon Cooper as as- sistant. A tournament is being ar- ranged and the time for matches is being scheduled. The sport promises to be very popular this season. The Target 15 OUR CONCERT. Our annual concert will take place Thursday night, May 29th, in our auditorium. The organizations are all working hard and expect to give the best kind of a program. There will be two soloists, Barbara Lull, who is an artist on the violin, and George Eldredge, an excellent bari- tone singer. We feel very proud of the work done in our music depart- ment and we know the school will support them by seeing to it that the Willard auditorium is filled to its limit. Come, one and all, to show your appreciation of the splendid program that is to be given as the climax of a faithful and very suc- cessful term ' s efforts. COLUMBUS NAVIGAT. Post eum iacent atrae Azores. Post eum iacent portae Herculis. Ante eum iacent umbrae litorum, Ante eum iacent ignota maria. Comes bonus, Nunc oremus, inquit, Nam ecce! stellae ipsae non sunt! Die, imperator valide! Quid ego di- cam? Inquit, Navigate, et navigate, et navi- gate! MEDA HOUGHTON, H8. SANTO TOMAS. Santo Tomas is a mountain in the northern part of Luzon. It is about thirty miles from the China Sea coast, and has more than seven thou- sand feet elevation. It is considered one of the most beautiful peaks in the Philippine Archipelago. To reach Santa Tomas from Ba- guia, the summer resort of the Philippines, which is five thousand feet high, one must go some four or five kilometers on a rocky plateau that is partly covered with a coarse sharp grass and a few ferns. After passing this stretch, the trail winds upward, and occasionally there is seen a beautiful tree fern. There are places on this trail, where one looks down on the tops of tall trees, and if a stone is thrown, it can scarcely be heard as it falls. In other places it is hewn from the perpendicular side of the rocky mountain, and is scarcely three feet wide. If an Igorot carrier is met in such a place, though he has a case of milk on his back, he will perch on the side until the Americans have passed. When the summit is reached, the view is exceedingly beautiful. The country all around lies out like a re- lief map. Close below are the foot hills with two sparkling rivers wind- ing in and out on their courses to the sea. Below the foot hills are the very green rice paddies and brown tobacco fields. Where the sparkling rivers run through the brown fields, there is a narrow rib- bon of sand ori either side. Be- tween the fields and the white sandy beach are beautiful groves of cocoa- nut palms. Far in the distance the blue of the sky meets the blue of the sea in a dimly distinguished line. Very few people visit Santo Tomas as it is a very long rough walk or ride. MARGARET WRENTMORE. SPRING. Oh, Spring has come with colors gay To dress the land anew, With poppy, snow-drop, lu pin gray, And baby eyes of blue. With these come cheery songs of birds And hum of bees ' mid gardens gay; Warm sunshine tells us winter ' s gone, And happy are we all today. MARJORIE WAIDE. 1 6 The Target TARGET STAFF Editor Elizabeth Denbigh Manager Adolphus Cheek ASSISTANTS Barbara Ames Madalene Hull Anita Aylworth George Jacquemart Mildred Bell Jeanne Jardine Gardiner Johnson Helen Beaumont Gordon Johnson Jackson Bliss Finette Kelly Maurinne Brown Wenonah King Mignon Callish Thomas McEneany Helen Carlin Kathleen Morehouse Marion Clymer Pauline Morton Inez Donnell Anna Powell John Eldredge Murray Putnam Kenneth Ferguson Eris Sanders Fred Foy Massaye Shinohara Mildred Heavey Henry Takahashi Ruth Henderson Richard Teggart Lucile Higgins Gerow Van Nostrand Mary Huggins Elizabeth Walters ADVISORY BOARD Mr. Clark Principal Miss Christy - Teacher to know why, but it is true. Some say that the boys would rather play marbles than baseball. Others, that we haven ' t the room for athletics. The real reason is, however, that the teams have never been enthusiastic- ally supported on the field! Rickety, rackety, razbo! Jickety, jackety, jazbo! Willard, Willard! Lots of pep! Pitch ' em good — we ' ll beat ' em yet! Willard has never done much in the way of athletics. No one seems The Target Every loyal Willard student be- lieves firmly that his school is the best in everything. He isn ' t afraid to tell other people what he thinks, either. Boasting isn ' t winning games though, and the student who boasts and doesn ' t back his boast either on the field or in the bleachers is handi- capping the team by putting the heavy burden on their shoulders of upholding the fair name of the school without any apparent effort on the part of the student body to show its appreciation. Willard is starting a new era now; we are organizing our teams and playing our games. If you believe that Willard is the best, why don ' t you let the teams know it? It ' s your business, and we hope your pleasure, Willard students, to back up those who are representing you in ath- letics. Help them place WillarcFs name always on top. Never let it be said that the largest Interme- diate School in Berkeley has the smallest body of rooters on the bleachers. Let the mighty force of W-i-l-l-a-r-d! Rah! Rah! Rah! proclaim to all that Willard ' s honor on the field of sports is dear to you, as we know it is. AN EXPRESSION OF APPRE- CIATION. The citizens of Berkeley carried the school bond election on the 29th of March. They came to the rescue of their boys and girls by voting for the largest amount of school bonds, in proportion to the population of Berkeley, that any city in the United States has ever voted, $2,321,000. The loyal people of Berkeley have thus shown their desire and their de- termination to give their boys and girls an opportunity to better their physical condition, by providing more playgrounds and better equipment. By enlarging the school buildings they strive to give them every avail- able educational advantage, that they may grow into men and women more fit and more worthy to be called by the most honored of names, Ameri- cans. Berkeley can justly and proudly thank her citizens for placing her among the foremost educational ranks, and she may rest assured that no effort will be spared on the part of the school children to do their utmost to uphold the faith and trust that has been placed in them. KENNETH FERGUSON. A FOREST FIRE— ITS BEAUTIES AND TERRORS. Far in the distance a little smoke curls upward towards the sky. Pres- ently a flame is seen leaping from tree to tree. Now its course is di- rected upward on the tall tamaracks and pines. It travels for miles and miles leaving desolate waste behind it. Such is the way of the forest fire. At the first sign of fire, town bells are rung and crowds of men, women and children are seen fighting their way to the ticket office of the railroad station. Later a wagonload of black- faced fire-fighters come in, bringing news that the fire cannot be stopped. It is night. In the distance can be seen the flames leaping and bound- ing. Ah! midst the splendor of the scene huge flames shoot forth. One has struck pitch. The flame darts out over the river and crosses it. Red, yellow and blue flames are now trav- eling on to tall pines on the farther shore. Bands of fire-fighters rush to the scene, gradually getting the fire under control, and the nearby town is saved. WM. CLARK HARDING. 1 8 The Target A Fair Exchange (As Told by My Grandmother.) In the spring of 1853 my father for various reasons conceived the idea that we were to cross the plains. Starting from near Chicago, Illinois, our company consisted of twenty people, men, women and children, the youngest being two years old. The train was made up of four wagons, with cattle, horses and mules. The Indians were unusually peace- ful that year and did not ask for much save the few clothes and such provisions as we could spare. Every- thing ' went smoothly until we reached the Sierra Nevada Mountains. There, late one Saturday, we passed through an Indian village and made our camp just beyond them. The next day being the Sabbath, we did not travel, but stayed in camp and, according to our custom, held Sunday services. During the services we noticed the Indians stand- ing curiously in the distance, and when, later, my father went to the spring, leaving me alone near our wagon, an Indian, apparently rising from nowhere just back of me, grabbed my long strands of very heavy reddish hair; and then, as I ran screaming away, disappeared as mysteriously as he had come. That night, as we sat around the campfire, others in the party told of seeing the Indians getting up their horses. Alarmed, we kept an all-night watch and, with the earliest light, began to break camp. But, just as we were about to leave, a warning rustle came through the woods — -the muffled sound of ponies ' feet on the thick-leaved carpet of the forest path — and our men with drawn guns awaited the attack. Slowly into view came a very unwarlike Indian squaw leading a horse ladened with furs and a Chief riding a horse, leading several others. Stopping near me, where I stood with my mother, the Chief said, Me buy leetle girl; me like sun- shine hair. What! said my father. Do you mean Johanna? pointing to me. The old Chief nodded. I give horses and fur for her, said he. Oh, I can ' t sell her; she ' s my good luck child, said my father. Thankfully we bought the Chief ' s furs and resumed our journey west- ward. EL-WOOD WOOLSEY. MARY AND THE INDIANS. Mary had gotten out of bed and had a spread in the pantry with a friend who was staying over night. They had stuffed themselves with pickles and were half-way through a mince pie when Mary heard her mother and father, who had been reading in the parlor, get up and start up the stairs to bed. Taking a farewell piece of pie, they dived up the stairs and into bed. When Mary ' s mother came into their room to open the windows, they were both sleeping innocently. But as soon as she had gone Mary whis- pered, I wish I hadn ' t eaten so much; I feel so achy. I, too, answered her friend; well, good night. As Mary lay in bed, she thought she heard footsteps on the gravel walk below. Suddenly the hideous head of an Indian popped up at the The Target 19 window. Mary jumped from her bed as the Indian jumped through the window, and ran for the door! An- other Indian was just outside! Mary desperately dodged by him and flew down the stairway and outside into the garden. At every turn an In- dian seemed to spring out at her. On through the garden she ran, slipping through an Indian ' s arms. At last she reached the elm-bor- dered street. The moon shone spook- ily down. Mary had nearly reached a soldier walking along when an Indian sprang out from behind a tree, and before she could break away he gave a terrible cry and stabbed her in the back! What are you screaming for? asked her mother, bending over her. An Indian stabbed me! sobbed Mary, and I can still feel it! See! she said, turning over. What do you think was sticking into her? A pin! Next morning Mary promised her mother that she would never eat any- thing that her mother told her not to. She also promised to make her bed better and not to leave pins in it. HELEN HAINES. A GHOST STORY. Hezekiah Blake stretched his long legs before the stove and spat into the box of sawdust in the corner. A crowd of about ten were gathered around the tiny heater discussing various topics of the day. The corner store was deserted ex- cept for the hangers-on and Joshua Haymaker, the old storekeeper. Some of the men were sitting on cracker barrels, others lounged on the coun- ter, but the majority tilted back their chairs and placed their enormous feet upon the stove. Indeed, so crowded was that useful bit of iron that occasionally a gruff voice would say: Hey, there, Josh, give me a chance at that stove. Hezekiah had a long beard, no mustache, a huge Roman nose, small twinkling eyes, a scanty fringe of hair around his shining bald pate, and a long neck that resembled that of a stork. His thumbs were thrust into the armholes of his vest, his shirt boasted no collar, and his dirty over- alls were patched carelessly in many places. But despite his appearance, he was a jolly don ' t-care fellow, who took the world as it came. Say, boys, I never believed in ghosts till last night. As I was going home from the store who should I meet but grandfather ' s ghost. It ' s funny a man is not safe in this country. Well, I was going home as I said, and I had just passed the gooseberry bushes on Deacon Jones ' farm, when up popped a tall white ghost, with such beaming eyes, why my bones just naturally shook. I whispered, ' Who are you? ' ' I ' m your grandfather and I ' ve come to tell you that you are going to die the day you take your last breath. ' With a hollow groan that awful thing disappeared. Why, boys, I ' ve been quaking ever since. Hezekiah looked around the small store. A deep silence reigned, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the crackling of the fire. Why, last night was Halloween, said Joshua. ALICE ROSENBERRY. Mildred Bell: ' Nos ' should be ' nostra ' — I forgot my ' tra. ' Miss Smith: Very well, I shall join your ' tra ' to your ' nos. ' 20 The Target BENNY AND JENNY. Benny and Jenny went one day Out in the fields of clover; A hop and a skip, a jump and a trip, Over and over and over. Happily they went out to play, Into the meadows and far away, Over the hilltops and down in the lanes; But oh, alas! it began to rain. It hailed and it snowed; They began to roam, For the poor little dears Could not find their way home. i They hunted and hunted, round and round, For the little trail that led to town; And when they found it, oh what joy For the cold and rain-drenched girl and boy! MARIE McGUIRE. A SUNRISE. The stars were still shining when I awoke, but a faint streak of grey in the east warned me that dawn was near. Slowly the hills changed from black into deep purple and the stars went out one by one. Soon the few tiny clouds which hung in the sky, turned to a rosy pink. Gradually the islands in the baj became more and more distinct; it seemed as though a mist were being slowly lifted, disclosing all of the familiar objects which the darkness of night had enveloped. As the sky faded, the hills changed from rich purple into lavender, then into brown and finally into a faint green. Sud- denly over the crest of the hills the sun peeped — and the day was begun. BARBARA HAINES. YEAST. Once upon a time (for that is the way all good stories begin) there lived a tiny, tiny plant; in fact, mil- lions of tiny, tiny plants. Where did they live? Why, they lived almost everywhere. They were float- ing about in the air, living on grain, on plants and all sorts of queer places. Why couldn ' t you see them? My - dear, they were so very, very tiny you couldn ' t see them exce pt through a queer kind of thing called a microscope. Now, don ' t you dare think this is a fairy tale, because these little plants are all about you right now. Do you know that the delicious bread mother makes wouldn ' t be good at all if it wasn ' t for the little yeast plants? Just let me tell you about it. Yeast grows just like any plant, but it must have a nice warm, sweet, moist soil with protein and mineral matter before it can grow. But what do you think? Yeast doesn ' t like dirt; its soil is dough. The sugar that mother puts in makes it sweet, the milk or water makes it moist, the flour furnishes starch and pro- tein, and the. salt— mineral matter. The dough is then put in a warm place for it to grow. It does grow, too. The yeast turns the starch into sugar and forms a gas. Then this gas tries its very best to escape, thus raising the dough. Mother than takes it, kneads it, and cuts it into loaves. The loaves are allowed to rise again. Then they are slipped into the oven and baked until they become the nice brown loaves you eat for dinner. Now, what do you think of your little helper, yeast? ELEANOR EVANS. The Target 21 Mr. Beardsley: They put the Ara- bic dates on buildings and places of learning such as hospitals. Marian McCord translating Span- ish: He jumped through the wall. Miss Smith: I wonder where Ethel Allen is. Frances Humphreys: She ' s gone to Napa. Miss Smith: I hope she won ' t stay there long. Frances Humphreys (very serious- ly): Oh, no! She ' s just gone to visit a friend! Bonnie George: Then they buried the fragrance of his body. (Frag- ments.) Jessie Warwick to Irma St. Clair: Oh, Irma, you dropped your chorus seat on the stairs. (Meaning ticket.) George Minifee: Why is a squire like an evening? Jackson Bliss: I don ' t know. George Minifee: Because he isn ' t a knight. fluence of the Medieval church: You couldn ' t die unless you paid the church a certain amount of money. George Trabert in H9 History: Famines were common except where food was plentiful. Betty Richardson translating Latin: Rather than have their arms tossed about they drew them from their shields. Miss Vaissade: What did Mr. Seguin ' s goat do? Elizabeth Denbigh: She laughed up her sleeve. Gordon Johnson: Is the pupil absent that sits in this seat? John Dolan: I don ' t know, but I ' m supposed to sit there. Gardiner Johnson (seeing a horse and buggy with a colt running along- side of it) : Oh, look at that buggy ' s spare tire! Alexander Koughan, explaining in- Miss Farwell in L9 Latin: He did not see the moon and stars for he fell into the mud. Calvert Moore: He must have seen stars. 2? The Target APPLIED MUSIC. Jackson Bliss throwing down his Latin book: Till We Meet Again. Albert Miller, glancing at Miss Christy ' s record book: You Don ' t Know. Somewhere Someone Is Waiting for Me, sighs John de Bonis in front of Mr. Clark ' s office. Tom McEneany holding up his Classic Myths : Till I Come Back to You. Kenneth Ferguson: I did it all in cents. Miss Fisher: Then that was not sense. Mr. Beardsley: What was a popu- lar sport at the Glympic games? John Whitten: Biscuit throwing. (Meaning discus throwing.) William Harding in H7 History: Fort Niagara is at the bottom of Lake George. Frederick Graham translating H9 Latin: The cook carried twelve farmers four miles. (Meaning plates.) Mr. Beardsley in History: Where is Italy? Edward Elliot : In southern Egypt. Adolphus Cheek to boy in yard: Will you take the ' Target ' from me? Boy: I ' ve already taken it from another girl. Miss Ellerhorst in Glee Club: I don ' t know where you sit and I don ' t know where your voices are. Miss Vaissade in H 10 French: Why do you wear white dresses in summer, William? William de Carbonel: I don ' t know; I never wore one. Miss Smith in H 9 Latin: Where do we find ' ferri ' ? Jessie Warwick: In the bay. Miss Vaissade in H 10 French: People haven ' t got feathers to keep them warm. Mildred Bell: ' ' No, but they have horns. a Ruth Tucker in H9 History : When the Turks went into battle they cried ' Great is Allah! ' because they thought if they did and were killed they would come out better on the other side. Mr. Beardsley: What did a youth do before he was dubbed knight. Marcella White: He fasted all night. Malcolm Edgar in H 9 English speaking of Narcissus: She was very proud and didn ' t care for any- body but himself. Miss Smith in middle of H 9 Latin test: Mildred WHAT ARE you looking at? Mildred Bell: I ' m counting the pillows on the Forum. (Meaning pillars.) Miss Ellerhorst in Glee Club: Now I want the ploughman very short. Helen Carlin: Geraldine Brad- shaw ' s hair was done by a dress- maker the night of the reception. Esther Alorley: Apollo. George Minifee: Lyre. The Target SING A SONG O ' LATIN. Sing a song of Latin, Spoken long ago, Four and twenty hard words All in a row. Nouns, verbs and adjectives, Every one is there. Where has my memory gone? Where, O where? Miss Gibbs in H 9 drawing: Henry Takahashi, your face isn ' t big enough. Ed Harms, Ed Harms, his father ' s son, Stole a tie, and away he run. The tie did gleam, And Ed did beam, And wondered why the school did scream. SPRING. It was early in the morning — About three or four, I guess — When I woke up from my slumbers With a feeling of restlessness. The bed felt hard and lumpy, Quite an unusual thing, So I removed the matress and covers And found ' twas the coming of a spring. ALEXANDER KOUGHAN. Harold Lane in H 9 Spanish : They all smelled the growl. Mr. Beardsley: What comes out of Greece? Voice: Gravy. In H 8 English the class was talk- ing of the resemblance of Whittier ' s father and sister. Mrs. Colemore: Well, Malcom, what have you to say? Malcom Emslie: Whittier ' s father died and so did his sister. Elizabeth Denbigh: Who did Kewpie fall in love with? (Mean- ing Cupid.) Russell McConnell in H 10 Latin: I thought he was killed in the Latin reader. (Labienus.) Mr. Beardsley: If you were a prehistoric cave man returning home, and you heard a growl in your cave, what would you expect to encounter on entering? Richard Taggart: My wife. Martha Armstrong: I have twenty-four sheets and pillow slips in my box of stationery. George Minifee in H 9 History: Nero killed his mother to keep her quiet. Teddy Morehouse speaking oi candy recipes: And you beat and beat and then you change arms and beat again? Mr. Beardsley in H 9 History: About 1500 A. D. when several men were trying to be Pope, what small rulers found their chance to revolt? Alexander Koughan: The Dukes, Counts and Discounts. (Meaning Viscounts.) Mr. Beardsley in H 9 History: I, the Emperor — Wenonah King in H9 English: Polyphemus cut his beard with a scythe and combed it with a hurry- comb. (Currycomb.) Mae Mansell reading As You Like It : Aye, marry me now, and muzzle your wisdom. 24 The Target Miss Farwell: Where were you born, May? May Mansell: In England. Marion Wetmore: Have you been civilized yet? (Meaning nat- uralized.) Miss Ellerhorst: Will you please tell that girl to put her voice on this piece of paper? Miss Wirt, in English: Can any- one define autobiography? Harry Benteen: Well, you own an auto and take a trip. Charles Cutler: Will you please let me get into this desk? Madelene Hull to Gladys: What is that ' coon ' boy ' s name? (Kou- ghan.) Billy Musgrave in L 7 English: Let it be our prayer and our strug- gle, that we may float over our graves. (Flag may float.) Teacher: Edward Harms got 1 in the test. Voice in front of room: Great team work. Mignon Callish: Name one oi the evils of war. Bonnie George: It makes more history. Mignon Callish: Seventh period you run over to the cottage and grab the windows by the seat. Ruth Tucker, answering question in History: They were able to make influenza speeches. (Influen- tial.) Jackson Bliss: Then they made preparations for her feet. (Meaning fate.) Ruth Henderson, buying Victrola records: Have you any new dance records? Clerk: Have a Heart and Kiss Me Again on the Other Side. Miss Christy: Give the meaning of the word votaress. James Wilson: Lady Hermit. Kathleen Morehouse, in sewing: How far are you? Marjory Handy: I ' m just put- ting on my neck. Miss M. Mayne: What will we do with anyone who comes without his work, class? Russell McC: Kick them out. Miss Mayne: Oh! I have more regard for my shoes than that. Lady looking at picture of John, the Baptist: Oh, what a lovely picture. Little Boy: Yes, that ' s John the Mattress. Katherine Dawson: Oh, Julia, a jigachir general lives next door. (Brigadier general.) Catherine Cole: Did you see that lady? She had a whole mouthful of gold feet. (Gold teeth.) Myer Barnett: Tresses are the bottom of a robe. Elizabeth Denbigh translating H 10 French: Imagine how my blood mounted to hear the rude words. 4