Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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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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.