Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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

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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