Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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.

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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