Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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22 The Target Loyd O ' Brien (going into dry- goods store) : I would like to see a pair of pajamas that would fit me. Saleslady: So would I. Teacher (to Eula Goodwin) : Eula, are 3-ou busy? Eula (rushing to the desk think- ing she was to go on an errand) : No. Teacher: That ' s just the trouble, take your seat and get to work. Teacher (in H. 9 History) : Gen- eral Pershing was made a Knight of the Bath. Harry Benteen: A Saturday Knight. IMAGINE Robt. Green in knee pants. James Whipple with his coat but- toned. Elizabeth Griffin without her powder puff. La Verne Driver without her Eng- lish lesson. Linton Pratt studying. Robert Sedam with a pen. Jean Gardner shouting. Jronton Daube as the class canary. Charles Shepard in rompers. Teacher (to Arthur Bowman in H. 9 English) : Are you going to give your dramatization today? Arthur Bowman: Dwight Way is to give his first. Dorothy Hiefield: I have eaten all my lunch except my milk bottle. IN THE PUBLIC EYE Mutt — Graham Peake. Jeff — Johnny Bonner. Buster Brown — Grant Edwards. Happy Hooligan — Thomas Eichel- berger. Mr. Dubb— Elwood Woolsey. Hawkshaw — Herbert Dreisbach. The Colonel — George Ferrier. Archie — Henry Wangenheim. Slim Jim — Donald Wallace.

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The Target 21 turned his head. The older boys had seen other promising material ruined in this way. They saw that Jim cared only for the gay life which en- dangered his chances of becoming a football star. Then they determined to save him. I wish I had not bought that silk tie, those sport shoes and straw hat, said Jim to himself. With my month ' s allowance and what I just spent I could buy a dress suit. But they do look smart. It took smart clothes to get me this invitation. Those boys never noticed me before. The evening of the great event ar- rived. Jim in his anxiety to be punc- tual came early. He gave his silk hat to the butler and stood before the looking glass. He wondered if he looked all right in the dre ss suit. It made him uneasy because it was rented. If any thing should happen to it I would have to buy a new one, muttered Jim. Why the hat alone costs — What did you say, sir? asked the butler. Jim had forgotten he had an audience. He turned sharply around. Why you idiot. Get your foot off that chair. Can ' t you see my hat is there? You have ruined it, fairly yelled Jim. Bcggin ' your pardon, sir. I didn ' t see it, sir. You could wear this home, sir. The butler took from the rack an old derby hat. If looks revealed any- thing it was fifty years old. By the time Jim entered the bril- liantly lighted hall the rest of the guests had arrived. He stumbled through the dances, his pulse beat- ing to one tune. Where is the money for a silk hat? it seemed to say. He began to get hot and thought he must be getting sick. Every thing seemed strange, even the girls. Every- one he danced with tried to lead him, or held his hand in a grip that made him wince. When the supper dance began he found himself lead by his partner to the stairs. They sipped their coffee in silence, listening to the conversation of the couple on the step above them. Do you know, I had to invest in a new dress suit? My other is ruined, said a man ' s voice. How did you ruin it? said a shrill squeaky voice. Dropped some coffee on it. You know you can ' t get that out. It isn ' t any good now, he replied. The last speaker at this moment hurled a cup of coffee on Jim ' s back. The person with the shrill voice threw hers, too. Her aim seemed very ex- act for a girl. Half an hour later, when Jim had gone, a crowd of laughing boys gathered. In the middle of the floor stood a pile of feminine apparel. They were listening to their leader, who stood on a chair. Boys, I think to- morrow Jim ' s sporty new wardrobe will be in a hock shop, to help pay for a badly damaged dress suit. But Jim will be himself again. Our joke struck home. Then he added, laughingly, But, oh boy! didn ' t I make a dandy butler? You all were peachy girls. KATHRYNE ELLIS.

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The Target 2 3 WILLARD SLOGANS -I ' ll just borrow my math and avoid teacher ' s wrath — Jean Dumermuth. Use your head, spart the red (ink) — Donald Wallace. Cut torture, punk posture — George Orly. Trip the light fantastic toe and a ton of fat will go — Lloyd O ' Brien. Knowledge is a useful thing, have some now and then to spring — Ed- ward Carter. Powder and rats from reveille to taps — Eleena Beebee. Moving lips mean yellow slips — James Johnson. Boy with fear, posture test near; oh dear, lie cut — Nash Burger. Borrow less and give your friends a needed rest — Kirk Underhill. Work more, less fours — Egon Gunderian. The Cakery ' s eats empty Target staff seats — Avery Shuey. Use Webster, not your neighbor — Florence Jackson. What ' s your hurry? You should worry — Derrick Lehmer. Think twice before you shoot once — Virginia Doub. Poor attention, more detention — Courtney Pitt. Keep your feet beneath your desk and give the hurdlers time for rest — Graham Peake. Quit your foolin ' and tend to your schoolin ' — Donald Mitchell. As sure as his eyes are in his sockets, you ' ll find his hands deep in his pockets — Jack Dalziel. Evelyn Henderson: Elsey, lend me a pin. Elsey Hurt: I haven ' t any pins. I haven ' t got on the dress I made. Carl Castleman (in English) : The oldest living forty-niner is one hun- dred and fourteen days old. Marjorie Mills to Cordelia Price: Isn ' t it funny that men at a foot- ball game always shout when some player is hurt. I wonder why? Cordelia Price: I suppose it is be- cause they don ' t want the girls to hear what the player is saying. Harrison Lewis: Was Hydra- phobia king of the fairies? Teacher (in L. 9 History): Give me a modern illustration of Diogenes who went around in the daytime with a lantern looking for an honest man? Jack Gillespie: Miss Ellerhorst; looking for a good tenor for the Glee Club. Elwood Woolsey: Would you think it right to punish a boy for something he had not done? Teacher: No, of course, I shouldn ' t. Elwood: Well, I haven ' t done any of my lessons. Jack Gillespie (when looking at his report card) : If my ma saw this the graveyard would be the next place for me. Jean Scott (leaving Gwendolyn Barnes ' house) : Well, I must be off. Gwendolyn Barnes: Yes, I have noticed that for a long time. Ruth Davenport: Who was Moses ' grandson? Irene Dana: Stanford.