Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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

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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