Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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

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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