Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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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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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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.