Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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He lived on his father’s ranch, the Bar 3. “Dick,” said Mr. Sheridan, “You may keep Black King, but mind you, he will never do you or anyone else any good on a cattle ranch. A hy, he is a race horse, not a broncho!” At this moment the cause of the argument came up to the corral fence where the two men were standing. Black King was a magnificent horse. His coat which was black, glistened like silk in the sun. You could easily see from whence his name was derived. No color but black could be found on him. He was tall and powerful. Hesitatingly he thrust his soft, velvety nose against Dick’s arm. “It’s all right, old boy,” Dick said. “We will keep you. Why I could never part with you!” “Oh he is a wonderful broncho,” laughed Mr. Sheridan as he walked away to the house. “We will soon see,” Dick called after him. The weeks went by. Dick and his horse were the laugh of the country. A race horse being used as a broncho ! Every day he went riding on Black King. Each day Black King grew to love his master more dearly. One day, Dick went riding up the canyon to the huge dam, which furnished the countryside with water. While he was there a cloud-burst occurred. During the storm he stayed in the cabin of the ranger who patrolled the dam. He had not found the ranger at home, but knowing himself welcome, he stayed there. Black King, he put in the stable in back of the cabin. Suddenly the ranger burst in. “My God, Sheridan!” he shouted. “The dam’s going to burst. The whole town of El Rondo will be wiped out, let alone the ranches in its path!” Dick knew it would be impossible for the ranger to ride and warn the people, as his horse was lame. Without a word he ran outside, got Black King, mounted him, and was off. He had been gone for only a few minutes, when he heard the dam burst. The boiling torrents of water rushed down the canyon behind him. Dick knew that now all of Black King’s strength and speed must AD, I tell you I won’t stay here unless you will allow me to keep Black King! What does it matter if he is a thoroughbred? He isn’t for work! I got him to ride! He’s my horse and I’ll keep be used. Down the canyon they raced. Several times Black King stumbled on the many rocks in the canyon, but the nimble horse always regained his footing. Black Kmg ran as he had never done before. The canyon rapidly broadened into a small valley. At each ranch Dick aroused the inhabitants to their danger. On, on he rode. Black King’s great strength was nearly spent. He threw in his last ounce of reserve speed for a mighty effort to gain the town. Would he make it? He must. His master’s voice commanded him. They reached the town. Dick warned the people and then leaped off Black King to assist them. No lives were lost. The story of Dick Sheridan’s ride on Black King will ever be remembered. The people had learned that thoroughbred horses could be useful even in the cattle country. DORIS WALSH. TO A COLUMBINE Back in the woods, one summer’s day, A boisterous breeze began to play. She stirred the leaves of the trees, as she passed, And she swayed the blades of the long green grass. But she grew gentler, when beneath a pine, She saw a frail little columbine. Who, on her stem, like a dainty maid. When the breeze was softer, lightly swayed. And on her pretty golden hair. So soft and silky, so bright and fair, She wore a wee cap, of the purest red. Which fluttered, and danced, as she tossed her head. The breeze looked long, as she silently thought. What a wonderful thing, God’s skill had wrought, For, though man’s made much, there is none so fine. As the woodland wild flower. Co lumbine! LANETTE SCHEELINE. Dolls vs. Dogs AH ILLY sat on the edge of a huge cracker box and meditated. By her side lay Lily May, an ancient rag doll whose sawdust in- terior was fast sprinkling over the edge of the box to the ground. As she kicked the box very hard, the last remnants of sawdust fell and Lily May was only an empty gingham form. She looked at Lily May’s remains and then at the ground — then back at Lily May again, with amazement all over her dusky face. How thoughtless it was of Lily to act so when she knew Tilly was all alone in that back yard. She was so surprised that she couldn’t cry. Surely she had the right to feel sorry that only the ragged cover of Lily May was left. There really hadn’t been a more faithful doll in all the negro quarters of Jacksonville than Lily May. Ever since Tilly had rescued her from an ash pile two years ago, she had been Tilly’s constant com- panion and now Tilly didn’t feel sorry that Lily May was dead. Some- thing must be the matter. Yes, something was the matter with Tilly. As she sat there on the edge of the box, her thoughts were ever so far away. First she wondered where her brother, Sunshine, was. Per- haps he had gone over to the neighbors to play. Boys always could do everything they wanted. Perhaps he had gone swimming, down in the creek. If he but knew that when he came back Mammy would use the big switch that stood behind the stove! Tilly laughed. She hoped Mammy would use — but here another thought interrupted her dreaming and Sunshine was forgotten for the time. Scrambling to her feet, she picked up Lily May’s form and started to put the sawdust back. When this was completed, she got her old spade and beside the rosebush she dug Lily May’s grave. Tilly was very lonely. Never before had she felt quite so much alone. Surely Mammy ought to come back from her visit soon, and Sunshine — where was Sunshine? Besides, she wanted something very much, and try as she would, she could not think what that something was. She knew she didn’t want another Lily May. In fact it was a sort of a relief not to have to bother with Lily May any more. Lily was always so quiet and lifeless. If only she would have talked or at least made some sound, it would have been different. Yes, Tilly was very lonely. She wondered if white children were ever lonely. They always seemed to have so much fun with their playmates and toys and — dogs. Tilly wanted a dog. She had always wanted a dog, but never till that moment had she realized it. Dogs were such fun. One didn’t need to be afraid that sawdust would come falling from their heads and feet every time they were played with, and they had so much life. Yes, she wanted a dog. She wanted one more than anything else in the world. It didn’t make any difference what kind it was, just so it would belong to her and would always be with her. The back gate opened slowly. Then it closed. Again it opened and Sunshine came through, leading something. Tilly screamed. “Oh! o-o-o-oh! Sunshine! Where did you get him? Is he goin’ to stay? ’ A moment later she was pouring all sorts of negro affections upon a big Scotch Collie. Sunshine looked on with an air of boredom and brotherl y tolerance. At last he spoke. “You all ain’t goin’ to have him. I found him and he’s mine.” But Tilly was not to be stopped with such a threat. Her kinkled head nodded in self-approval as she turned to Sunshine. “Sunshine, you all ’member that knife I found?” Plainly Sunshine did, for his big eyes grew bigger with interest and his air of tolerance changed to one of appeal. “Tilly, you all didn’t lose that knife, did you?” “No, I still has it, but jes’ wondered. I jes’ wondered.” Tilly was only ten, but already she had learned that a lady has much to gam by indifference. “What you all wonderin’ about, Tilly?” “Oh, I was jes’ thinkin’ how funny it is. You have the dog and I have the knife. Yes, I’se jes’ thinkin’.” Having given Sunshine food for thought, she went on playing with the dog. Sunshine thought. Two chocolate-colored fists thrust themselves in and out his overall pockets. How he wanted that knife with the shiny blades. Tilly had been lucky and found it, and although she didn’t need it, still she would not give it up. “A feller jes’ has to have a knife,” he said to himself. “What you say?” questioned Tilly. “Didn’t say nothin’, jes’ thinkin’.” Tilly suddenly remembered that the dog might be hungry, so she started for the house. But Sunshine stopped her by saying, “Aw, say, Tilly, you know I wants that knife. You give it to me and you can have the dog. Aw, come on, Tilhe.” Tilly concealed her joy by pretending to wonder what to do. “Sunshine, that’s a pretty good knife. Never saw a better Now that dog — ” “Aw, Tilly, please!” “Well.” tto r T ' 1 5 Lome on, 1 ll. one. “Well — well — all right, I’ll trade. Only it’s no trade back. And if you all lose that knife, you cain’t have the dog back.’’ “Oh, Tillie, ah!” — Sunshine then ran to the place where Tillie hid the knife. So the transaction was made and Tillie found herself owner of a fine Scotch Collie that was almost as high as she was. For a few moments she wondered what she could call him. She could call him Lily May, since Lily May was no more — but somehow it didn’t seem just exactly respectful to do such a thing. Just as she was about to ask Sunshine’s help, an inspiration came to her. She remembered the white children, where Mammy worked, called their dog “Duke.’’ Why, of course it must be “Duke.” “Come on, Duke. Come with Tillie.” Duke rose and followed Tillie — out through the front gate to parade up and down with his proud mistress. Beside the rosebush, Lily May lay forgotten. LUCILE HARPER. THE WOOD VIOLET Under the shade of the sturdy oak, Fragile and sweet in its yellow cloak. The wood violet lifted its dainty flower. And found itself in a sylvan bower. There in the leafy shade it grew, Bending its head with the weight of the dew; Wishing to be like the poppy so gay, Blooming beside the much traveled highway. The poppy at eve was much crushed and bent, But the violet sweet, with well learned content, Thought of the safety of her own peaceful days. And hungered no more for the showier ways. BETTY BARBER. The Yellow Roadster face and firm-set mouth betrayed a strong and decisive character. He had many acquaintances, but very few intimate friends. As he stepped into his automobile, he noticed a young boy purchas- ing a little roadster. The radiant look on the boy’s face showed plainer than words the lad’s pride in the new possession. He leaned back in his car and commanded his chauffeur to start. The little scene that Mr. Wellington had watched, recalled memories of his first car and before long he was in fine spirits. All of a sudden the car stopped and the chauffeur jumped out and said, “Just an accident, sor, but I thought hit would be best to stop, sor.” “Certainly, James,” replied his master. He looked on the wreckage indifferently, but suddenly his look turned to unrest and surprise. It was the boy that had just bought the car. It was his car that was damaged. The lad was looking at it to see if it couldn’t be repaired. But alas! it was beyond any repair and he had saved for such a long time to buy it, too. Mr. Wellington walked over to the boy and asked, “How did it happen, boy?” “It was my fault, sir,” he said. “You see I just bought it for my sick mother and I did not know how to drive very well and so I crashed into this other car.” Mr. Wellington liked the boy on the instant, for he had been very truthful about it. Then he asked, “What is your name, son?” “Allen Stewart,” he answered. “Allen Stewart!” cried the old man. “What is your mother’s name?” “Prescilla Stewart.” “I am a fool,” muttered the old man. “How could it ever be?” The boy was staring at the old man in amazement. “What is it, sir? Is there anything the matter?” he asked. Mr. Wellington looked at the boy. He had regained his self- control. “No, my boy! There is nothing the matter. But stay. What is your father’s name?” “Gorden Stewart, but he is dead. He was drowned at sea a long time ago, when I was He stopped short. Mr. Wellington had him by the arm. “Take R. WELLINGTON, a prominent business man, walked out of his office with an air of weariness. He was what the majority of people classed him, a millionaire. The rugged lines of his me to her, quick. Take me to her,” he cried. “Oh, boy, do you not remember me?” When they reached a house in a quiet side street, Mr. Wellington and Allen rushed up the sairs to Mrs. Stewart. She turned very white when she first saw him. “Gordon,” she gasped and stretched out her arms. After the story had been told of his rescue from the briny deep, he told them his memory had left him, because of the strain on his mind. Then when he was speaking to Allen, it had all come back, thanks to the “Yellow Roadster.” VIRGINIA FIELD. -o- The Great Game Jfts a T WAS the day of the big game. The Arc Zoo was playing the Dover Zoo for the baseball championship of Ammaldom. For the Arcs, “Teddy” Bear was pitching, and for the Dovers, “Lion” King. The Arcs were up to bat first. The crowd in the stands was screeching, yowling, hissing, growling or making noises in any way that suited their fancy. Polly Parrot, the umpire, called out, “Play Ball!” and the game was on. The first few innings passed uneventfully, it being a pitcher’s battle. At the beginning of the fifth inning, the score was tied and the Arcs were up to bat. “Lion” King delivered one over the plate with terrific speed. “Billie” Greyhound met it with a resounding crack. It traveled over the left fielder’s head and “Billie” flashed around the bases for a home run. The crowd went wild. Then “Lion” King settled down to work and neither side scored. As the last of the ninth came, and the score was 1 to 0 against them, things looked black for the Dovers. “Daddy” Spider for the Dovers came to bat and fanned. Then “Rattler” Snake came to bat and knocked a liner to center field and wriggled to third base. Then “Bud” Kangaroo came to bat. Every eye was fastened on him and there was breathless suspense. “Teddy” Bear wound up and threw. “Bud” hit it with all his might. The ball shot over the short-stop’s head and rolled out into the field. In four mighty leaps “Bud” was home. He had done the seemingly impossible and made each base in one jump to win the game for the Dovers. ROBERT SHIREY. The Deacon Dozes S EACON HOLTON sat in a comfortable position in an old walnut rocker with his feet propped up on the window-sill. A plate of his wife’s doughnuts was beside him, but nevertheless he looked as if he had just consumed a tablespoon of vinegar instead of a delicious doughnut. An onlooker would not have understood his disgust unless he had peered over the Deacon’s shoulder and read the column in the weekly paper that he was industriously scanning. He was uttering, I regret to say, profane remarks at intervals. The column on which his apparently frost-bitten countenance was centered was headed: “Agitation over Slave Question Increases! Slaves Helped by Many.” “Bosh! Pshaw! Why can’t they let us al one, and let our rights alone too?” growled the Deacon. “I swear by my great aunt’s Angora goat that I wish I were back in Georgia instead of in this cursed little Yankee town.” His eyes roved over the page. Suddenly he sat upright with such a sudden motion that the pot of geraniums on the sill hopped over about an inch and the doughnut dish slid along the arm of the chair until it reached a perilous proximity to the edge of it. What he had seen was this : “Twenty-five dollars reward offered for the capture and return of two slaves. One tall and thin and very dark, the other medium and quite light. When last seen, dressed in red and yellow calico dresses, re- spectively. For further information write 281 St. “Hum!” said Deacon Holton. “Hum ” The Deacon dozed. He was aroused by the steady knocking of the iron spoon, kept for such purposes on the back door. Again nearly precipitating the doughnuts to the floor, he threw open the back door, and there — . Were his senses deceiving him? His perfectly good eyes that he had always relied upon — were they deserting him? Two negroes stood cowering and trembling before him. One was of a dark chocolate complexion and wore a calico wrapper — very torn, patched, and dirty. The other was of a cafe-au-lait shade and wore a yellow wrapper in a similar condition. “Please, Massa,” begged the red-wrappered one, “please cud you- all take care o’ us’n? We was telled of you by de men over’n de nex’ town, un’ we doan’ need nuthin’ but jes’ a place ter sleep an’ victuals. We all gwine ter go ter dat place — Canady where we won’ haf ter work no mo’. Please, Massa. Hide us.” As if raised by spirits the newspaper seemed to appear before his astonished eyes and he remembered the words: “Twenty-five dollars reward ” “Come right in,” he whispered in a shaky voice. “I’ll hide you in the barn and bring out something to eat.” So he deposited his willing charges in the barn and brought them victuals and went inside to write a letter. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “Yes, yes, gentlemen, right this way. Pretty neat, wasn’t it? Step quietly, gentlemen.” Deacon Holton addressed the two officers of the law with his most ingratiating smile, a smile he used only when pecuniary matters were afoot. Sliding back the bolt on the barn door he peered into the gloom and gave a low call. No answer. He stepped cautiously in and repeated the performance. No answer. “Where the d ?” he murmured. There was something white on the hay. Deacon Holton stooped an d picked it up. There was writing on it. In fact, it was a letter: “Many thanks for your kind hospitality. Your wife surely is too good a cook for you. If you are interested in our welfare, you may call at 28 Maple St. any time after four o’clock. “Your devoted ‘slaves,’ “Marietta Bement, “Jane Kent.” “How will I ever get clean?” sighed a girl, valiantly rubbing her face with a very black handkerchief. “Oh well, it was worth it. Didn’t you laugh though, when you saw his face through that knot in the wall when he read that note? The mean old skinflint.” HELEN EVELETH. o THE OCEAN How would you like to sail the ocean, And feel it sway with a wave-like motion; Or would you rather walk its shore And see it dash and hear it roar? If you ask me I would say That I would walk its shores all day. How glad I feel and very free. As I follow the line of the foaming sea. I feel the dash of the silver spray. As I race the sandpipers on their way. And as the sun sinks in the west. The joy in my heart says, “This is best.” FULTON TOOKER. Superstition (A True Story) HAD just returned to my father’s old farm house, which I had left for many years. During my absence my father had built a new house. The contractor who had worked on it lived on the opposite side of the river. One evening my uncle and I took a walk to the rice fields near the river. After a while we saw the contractor on his way home. When he came near the river he stood there a long time, but didn’t go by. So we came near him, and asked, “Why are you standing here? Can not you get over?” He said, “I am afraid some- thing will happen to me if I try to get over.” My uncle asked him, “Why?” “Can’t you see something on the water?” Then my uncle looked at his face and then to the water, and he saw a green spot in the middle of the river. He whispered to me that it was a ghost. When I heard this, my head began to feel large and heavy, and I was anxious to look, for I wished to see what it was like. I found out it was only a leaf off the tree which had fallen into the water. My uncle looked at it again, and he said it looked like a leaf too. Then we told the man to cross, but he was still afraid to go. We said, “Go over. If something happens to you, we will go over and help you.” At last he started to wade across, and when he was in the middle of the river, I threw a stone at the green spot. The water splashed up on the man, and with a wild scream, he sank under the water. My uncle was old and I was young, so I took off my coat, and went into the river to save the man. When I had dragged him out on the other side, and saw that he was all right, I went back into the river to where the green spot still showed on the water. I picked it up, and found that it was only a leaf, but when I took it over to show the man, he ran screaming to his home, still thinking it was a water ghost. LOY SAI. THE DAILY PECK Editor A. Secretary Bird.. Price 2 Worms SERIOUS ACCIDENT Miss I. M. White, daughter of Mr. Robert White, the prominent banker of Birdieville, had a serious accident today. She had been play- ing golf on the Bob-O-Links, when the big black monster with whiskers, who lives at Tommy Jones’ house, pounced upon her. There might have been a sad conclusion to her life, except that Tommy, who has a kind heart, saved her in the nick of time. We wish her a speedy recovery. FIGHT Kan Krow decided today that he will whip poor Will Snipe. He says Will is getting too sassy. MUSIC LESSONS Lessons given on the Birda- momca. Two worms for a one hour’s lesson. — Prof. Humming Bird. A SURPRISE Miss Jenny Wren, whom we thought to be a permanent old maid, has at last decided to wed. Sand Piper is the lucky man. Reverend Eagle will conduct the ceremonies. ADVERTISEMENTS JEWELRY Choice stock just in. Beauti- ful pm feathers. Mag Pye, Jeweler. BURR DEE THEATER Now playing: The Cock Robin Mystery. Next week: Why Birds Leave Home (in the winter.) Latest fashions for Milady birds. See me before you get your Summer Plumage. Mile. Peacock. Are you having any street work done? Our steam rollers are best. See A. Roller Canary. THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM Our choice stock of worms and bugs are best and cheapest in the morning. Chick A. Dee, Grocer. Birds! Housewives! Are you troubled with flies? I guarantee to rid your home of flies in one hour. See I. M. A. Llycatcher, 1 6 Burr Dee Bldg. LIVE STOCK Have pussie cats that are not dangerous for your children to play with. See A. Catbird and Puss E. Willow. ■JANE SEXTON. Grandpere’s Violin LICE PIERONT and her brother, Andre, were looking very despondent. Andre, who always was very frail, looked as if he was quite worn out, and, indeed, he was. Alice, who was smoothing the pillow beneath his head, was talking. “It seems to me that Mr. Manter might have looked into Grand- pere’s will before having us come down to his office — ” She stopped talking and crossed the room to raise the one small window to allow the evening breeze to enter the room. Andre watched her movements and then wheeled his chair over to the window. “I am afraid, Alice, that pushing this all the way down town was too much for you.” “Well,” admitted Alice, “the sun was a bit warm, but you know I was so sure that Grandpere had left some money to straighten your poor back that I didn’t mind the long walk, truly I didn’t!” “I suppose,” mused Andre, “that because of father’s marrying mother against Grandpere’s wishes that Grandpere disliked us; but I am sure it is not our fault.” It was late that July night when Alice went into her own small curtained-off alcove, and as she lay on her couch she was unable to figure out why Grandpere, who was reputed to have a considerable amount of money, and had often said on his monthly visits of an hour or so, that they, Alice and Andre, were his sole heirs, had not followed out his intention. Grandpere Pieront had always been a man of sudden and unex- pected passions. It was one of these that had caused him to denounce his son when he announced his intention to marry the mother of Alice and Andre. Alice, therefore, came to the conclusion that it was one of these strange freaks which had caused him to give his money to some unknown person. It was December now, and as Andre heard the homeward bound footsteps on the much trampled snow, he hastened to wheel his chair over to the cupboard, so that he might put away an object which always made Alice sorrowful. It was the violin, which Grandpere had be- queathed to the children of his disinherited son. Many a time since the trip to the lawyer’s office, Alice had been disconsolate over their inability to have an operation which would fix Andre’s back. During the winter months, Alice found it necessary to get a position so that she might pay for the rent of their tiny apartment, (as, after Grandpere’s death the Pieronts had no monthly gifts.) Since Alice was gone in the daytime, and books were scarce in the “Flat,” Andre often found time hanging heavy on his hands; and so, as a source of amusement, he had tried his skill as a musician and as the days formed into weeks, Andre had a feeling increasing within him to learn to play the violin. This, therefore, explains his actions as he heard his sister coming. H e was now able to play simple tunes by ear; but as he did not wish to make his sister unhappy by having the violin around, he had always put it back in its old leather case before six o’clock. To- night, however, he had been so enraptured over playing, that he had delayed putting it away; and as he now lifted it in feverish haste and excitement, his hand slipped. As the violin crashed to the floor, the door swung open. “Hello, Andre, I am going to fix some — why what is the matter?” Alice smiled inquiringly at her brother. He was ashen white and trem- bling all over. “Look, Alice, look at what was in the old violin!” He touched with his slender, slippered foot a folded piece of paper which was lying among the fragments . For a moment Alice looked questioningly at the remains of the violin, and then stooped to pick it up. To their amazement, it read as follows: “Should any, but the children of the deceased Andre Pieront, namely, Alice and Andre Pieront, open this, let my entire estate be given to any worthy charity organization; but if they, the above, should open this, my estate shall be divided in the following manner: The two children, Alice and Andre Pieront, shall share and share alike.” Andre’s lean hand slipped into that of his sister’s and they im- mediately began to build air castles. A neatly attired girl looked up from a newspaper. “Well, Andre, you certainly made a hit in New York and I sup- pose it’s cross the continent for us now.” “ es, Alice, but that’s not all. Please remember, we shall soon be starting on my European tour. It surely was most fortunate that Manter had my talent of playing developed.” What I think, Andre, is the most fortunate part was your stealing a march on your sister and the breaking of the violin,” replied Alice. “Yes,” Andre concluded and putting one arm around his sister, he reached out the other hand and patted the now pieced-together Grandpere Pieront violin. MARION HUMPHREY. Grandmother’s Adventure a story. We were immediately interested, and of course, said, “Yes.” “At the time of the gold rush in California, there was a small min- ing town of not much importance except for a valuable gold mine. The method of getting the gold from the mine was as follows: Tanks of tin, lined with quicksilver, were put into the water and as the gold ran over the tank, it stuck to the quicksilver. When the tanks were full, they were taken out and shipped to San Francisco. “Late one afternoon, my father brought one of these tanks home. We lived about four miles from the village. He brought the tank into the house and set it down in a closet. He and mother had to be in town that afternoon and they told me to stay at home to watch the gold. They had been gone about two hours, when I began to feel frightened, but, of course, I couldn’t leave t he house. Finally, I could not stand the strain any longer and taking the gold, I rolled it down the hill into a clump of bushes at the foot, in which it was securely hidden. “I then decided to go to town. There I met my father and mother. Of course, father immediately asked me where the gold was and I told him. We then started home, but did not arrive until dark. “When father opened the door, a queer sight met his eyes. The walls of the house at that time were first made of wood, then of cloth, and lastly of paper. They had been ripped by a knife so that a man’s head could look in. A sewing machine had been moved into several rooms and the intruders had stood on it that they might cut the ceilings. Every drawer, closet, table, and cupboard they could find had been turned upside down to find this gold. Father decided the would-be robbers had been Chinese, as robberies by this race, were numerous at this time. The next morning, we went down to the foot of the hill and there in a hole in the bushes we found the tank of gold, perfectly protected, and saved.” LEONA PALMER. AIL one evening, about three years ago, we were all sitting around the fire. We happened to be talking about the gold rush in California when Grandma asked us if we wanted to hear The Wilcox Steer BOUT the year 1 880, the island of Kauai was largely occupied by cattle ranches and plantations. The cultivation of the fields was done largely by oxen; so the ranchers raised many steers for plowing and other farm work. There was a great deal of rivalry between ranchers concerning the largest steers, as the largest were the best for the island work. A planter by the name of Wilcox was generally considered to have the best band of working steers on the island. One, in particular, was known as the “Wilcox Steer.” This great steer, after a few days of work, ran away to the bush — no more work for him — and for a period of about ten years “he rambled until the butcher cut him down,” as the sequel shows. It was known among cowboys, that an enormous wild steer lived in the old extinct volcanic crater of Kiluhana. In this great crater, there was much rank vegetation, big trees, wild bananas, also tree ferns, some of them twenty feet high. A young cowboy, a new arrival on “Rice Ranch,” heard of the great steer that lived in this wild bit of jungle. To capture it became his great desire. So he went to Mr. Wilcox and asked if he could buy it. The reply was, that it was impossible to catch the ox, and he took no stock in cowboy yarns about his escaped steer. However, if the steer were caught, he would accept the sum of $20.00, and the cowboy could make the profit. Our cowboy then got three Kanahas as helpers and with a bull terrier dog, named Johnny Bull, they started off early one morning for the hunt. They reached the bottom of the crater at nine o’clock. The dog was ever finding groups of wild cattle, but the large steer was never among them. At last, about eleven o’clock, the great steer was first seen. It was a grand sight. He stood pawing and fighting the small game bull terrier, who prevented his escape, but was too clever to let the steer hook him. The steer became so confused with anger at his failure to escape his enemy, that the cowboys were able to get behind him and to drive him out into the open, where he could be lassoed. The steer was driven in this manner many times to the edge of the bush and, each time he would bolt back to the middle of the crater. It was nearly five o’clock in the afternoon, and the last attempt was about to end in failure, when the cowboy drew his Colt reovlver and fired at the steer as he was making a further attempt to escape. With a bellow of rage and fear, he dashed out into the open; then came the swift swish of several lariats; the dog leaped and sunk his powerful teeth into the nostrils of his victim and hung there until the steer was securely roped. The yells of triumph of the cowboys made the forests echo again and again. You may be sure the game little bull terrier was not for- gotten. The dog was dead tired, but wagged his tail with delight over the petting he received from the excited cowboys. An examination showed the bullet wound to be only a skin scratch. The steer was securely tied to a tree in the following manner: A hole was slit in the nose and a ring made of rope inserted. The rope on his horns was placed through the rope ring in his nose, tied to the tree, and then he was fast. His nose soon became tender, so he ceased to struggle and fight. Two days later, the steer was led to the village, and turned over to a butcher. The dressed weight of the steer proved to be 1 005 pounds, for which the cowboys received the sum of $75.00 — pretty good pay for a good day’s sport. HARRY DIMOND. o The Mysterious Visitor animals. When anything went wrong with the natives, Mr. and Mrs. Brown were the first to know about it. One day, a native came to Mrs. Brown and told her that his wife and children were sick with the fever. Mr. Brown had gone to the city for supplies, so Mrs. Brown took her two children with her. Mrs. Brown left the key under the mat, because she expected Mr. Brown to return that day. After they were gone, a huge creature crept out of the bushes, took the key from under the mat, and opened the door. He curiously looked around until he came to the cooler and saw the food. He began eating some black objects which we recognize as California prunes. He liked these so much that he ate them all up and tore up the house looking for more. Not being able to find them, he gave up the idea of food. He went into the bedroom and must have wondered why people should like such soft, white beds. He then thought he heard footsteps coming up the back-steps. So he hurried out of the front door, slipped the key back under the mat and disappeared into the jungle. That night when everybody was in bed, footsteps were heard out- HE BROWN family had left their home in California for a home in the jungles among the natives. They had come as Missionaries. The natives were their only friends besides the side of the house. Silently the doors opened and closed. “It must be some traveler looking for shelter or some native in trouble,” thought Mrs. Brown. “It must be someone in trouble. I will go down to see. Now, father, you stay here; I am all right.” Soon the whole family started down the stairs toward the living room. The door was slightly ajar and the front door was wide open. They heard a noise in the kitchen and peeking through the door they saw a huge orang-outang sitting at the table, sticking his long finger-like paws into the prune dish. Hearing footsteps and seeing people, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the darkness. The family went to bed, feeling very much better, after knowing who their mysterious visitor was. Next time they locked the door, they looked carefully in the bushes to see that friend orang-outang did not see their new hiding place. MARY CLEVERDON. o GOLDYLOCKS I was lovely, with eyes of blue And curly golden hair; My mistress, Peggy, loved me well. Ah, but I was fair. She combed my golden hair each morn And called me Goldylocks. My hair grew thinner every day. Still I was Goldylocks. But when my mistress grew too old. Her sister played with me; She too did comb my hair away, Yet Goldylocks you see. I now have but one tuft of hair. One lock atop my head; But still they call me Goldylocks, And will until I ' m dead. VESTA NICKERSON. HELPING HAPPINESS If I were a tree in a lonely wood. Where the merry sunbeams are seldom at play. And the beautiful song-birds are ever away, I should fill my place and be what I should, For I know that God put me there so I could. I should not be unhappy like the story-book fir, Which was ever wishing for something dear, Like glass leaves or gold ones to give it its cheer. I should help Happiness and for aye reign with her. When all the trees round me would quiver and sigh, I would say, “Be contented, lest Happiness die.” So in life as we all toil bravely along, Remember God made us and rejoice with a song. EDNA BEE ROGERS. o FRIENDSHIP A lonely elm stood near the wood, Thinking itself no earthly good. When it chanced to see in its arms one day. Pieces of string and wisps of hay. The elm thought after the nest was made. He’d grow some leaves to make some shade, So that his friendly company. Would stay with him and never flee. When winter came the birds all fled. Leaving the elm apparently dead. But deep in his heart was a soft warm glow. For deep in his heart did the old tree know That Spring would bring all his bird friends back, Retracing their way on the homeward track. JEAN DOWNING. Over the Dunes to Mecca q f WAS traveling across a desert on a camel. My companions were strangers to me. It was the third day of our journey and all we could see was untold stretches of sand, broken here and there by little clumps of desert vegetation. We had been traveling about two hours in deathlike silence, save for the swishing of the sand as the camels plodded over it, when our attention was drawn to some dark threatening clouds that had appeared on the horizon. My companions wanted to stop, but I being in a hurry, refused. In another two or three hours, the clouds had spread considerably and the sun was growing dim, but we went on. Soon, however ,the sun went behind a great bank of clouds to stay; then my companions absolutely refused to go further. Slipping off their camel’s back, they began to prepare for the approaching storm. However, I did not believe it was very near, so I said that I would continue on. They wanted me to stay, but I won out and jogged along. I had traveled about three hours; and before I had reached a cer- tain oasis of which my companions had told me, the storm broke with a fury that only those who have witnessed a storm on the desert can under- stand. My camel lay down burying its head as well as possible in the sand. I slipped from its back and lay close beside it on the side away from the storm. I had a hard time to get my breath and my eyes smarted and burned. The waves of sand rising and breaking, reminded me of the great waves of the ocean on a stormy night, beating in vain on a rocky coast. H ow long the storm lasted, I know not, but it seemed to me that it lasted for hours and hours. I was in constant danger, for the sand was piling higher and higher around me. When the storm had subsided, I was confronted with even greater dangers. I was lost; my companions were far behind me; the wild animals had came out; and worse than all these, I had little food and water. My camel having arisen, I followed its example and climbing on its back, I was off. Not knowing the way to Mecca, my destiny, I let the camel go in whatever direction it wished. The gentle swaying back and forth of the camel lulled me to sleep. Being hungry, I dreamed that I sat at a table set with the choicest dainties gathered from all parts of the world. Thus I dreamed on until I was awakened by the noise of an inquisitive crowd which had gathered about me. The cause of this crowd I found out was my camel, for never had such a camel plodded through the gates of Mecca bearing less than a king or prince. It was pure white with silver trappings from which hung little silver bells whose tinkle sounded like the bells of a great cathedral in the distance. Having told my story, I was taken to the Sultan, who received me graciously. How much further, or whatever more of adventure I might have gone through, I know not; for just then I awoke. SARAH JANE SNYDER. O A Cave in the Rocks HERE are you going?” said Hal. “To look up more facts about that chest,” said Jack, who was a curly-headed boy of nineteen. “All right, I’ll join you,” was the response. Hal and Jack lived in Kidd’s Cove, a small country town, facing a very rough and rocky coast. On the other side of the bay a smooth stretch of water could be seen. Directly in back of that, rose up huge unscalable cliffs. The village received the name of “Kidd’s Cove” be- cause the pirate, “Captain Kidd,” was supposed to have landed and buried a treasure there. Jack and Hal, two country boys, who lived on their father’s farm, were very anxious to go to college, but they did not have enough money to go to their beloved university. The two boys heard about the buried treasure from their father, and were just going to have him tell them more about it, when a sudden storm arose and they had to hurry and get the cattle inside the barns. The cliffs on the other side of the bay had been visited many times by the boys in their search for the treasure. “We have only one more week in which to find that treasure,” said Hal. “And then our college hopes will be gone,” added Jack. They agreed upon setting out at the dawn of the next day for the cliffs where they thought the treasure was hidden. The next morning, they were walking along the narrow beach be- low the cliffs, when they discovered a huge rock blocking their path. Looking up, they saw a hole in the rocks about five feet above their heads. Hal and Jack climbed in and there was the chest. During the storm, lightning had struck the rock and rolled it away. “We can go to college, now!” both exclaimed the same time. LLOYD SCOULER. The Haunted House T WAS a miserable day as Will and I hurried homeward. The clouds slid sluggishly across the sky and from them oozed drops of moisture that drizzled monotonously to the ground. As we neared the hill, I pointed out to Will the small cabin known throughout the town of Bailey Galley as being infested with evil spirits. The cabin, situated at the foot of the hill, was huddled among weeping willow trees, whose drooping branches bent to the ground. The slight breeze lingered among the leaves as it sang a melancholy song, and the trees seemed to lock in an embrace as if to hide the little cabin from the eyes of the world. I shuddered. The same sense of loneliness seemed to come over Will as he took my arm and quickened his pace. I quickly accused him of being superstitious, but he only laughed and asked if there was any story connected with it. So I told him the rumors that had been whispered on the hearth for many and many a year. Here is one of them: “There once came into the neighborhood a newly-married couple, who took up their abode in the little cabin at the foot of the hill. This young couple had become very popular in the neighborhood, when sud- denly they appeared no more in public. Some anxious friends went to the cabin, and after some hesitation, ventured in. There they found the young wife chained to the bedside, dead. Ever after that, it was said, the dead woman’s spirit haunted the house. School children never ven- tured very near it, and passed it in silent awe. Even cattle knew by instinct there was something wrong with the little cabin, and although the grass grew high around it, the cattle never ventured near. “And has no one ever dared to sleep in it?” asked Will. “Oh, yes!” I answered. “Pat McGregor has been the only one. He slept in it last Hallowe’en night to win a bet.” “Did anything happen to him?” “Well, you ask him that to-night and he’ll tell you all you wish to know concerning it,” I told him. That evening while around the hearth-fire, Will livened up the lag- ging conversation by talking to Pat. “Say, old man, Catherine pointed out to me the haunted house, and she says you are the only one that has ever dared to sleep a night in it. Is that so?” “It is,” replied Pat dryly, “that is I passed a night in it. I’m not say- ing whether I slept or not.” “Well, nothing unusual happened, I’m sure. There really is no such thing as a ghost, old man. I really believe you must be superstitious,” said Will, teasingly, as he threw a handful of chestnuts on the glowing fire. Pat did not hear him, apparently. He sat there in his chair as if petrified. His eyes were glued on the burning coals and were full of fear and horror. Will repeated his question, “I say, Pat, was there any unusual oc- currence in the haunted house the night that you passed in it?” Pat seemed to come to suddenly, and shook himself fiercely as if to shake off some horrible thought that had grasped him. “Bur-r-’ he muttered. “What is the matter, McGregor?” asked one of the group. “Did Will disturb a pleasant dream?” “Dream? Bah!” Pat muttered under his breath. “Was it really as bad as that?” asked Will curiously. “Yes, and worse still,” answered Pat peevishly. “Well, if you could pass a night in that cabin and come out un- harmed, I guess I can do the same,’ said Will. “Bet you ten dollars you can ' t,” replied Pat quickly. “Taken,” said Will, and the bargain was clinched. That night, as we were turning in, Pat remarked to Will, “Sleep well to-morrow night, and the ten dollars are yours.” The next evening. Will entered the little cabin, and after opening some windows to let in fresh air, placed his revolver under his pillow and rolled into bed. He did not sleep, however. The slight breeze of the day before had developed into a brisk wind which kept the branches of the trees knocking on the roof of the cabin. Will’s ear was open for every sound. Not an echo in the house, not a scuffle from the mice beneath the floor, not a sound of the idle swinging of the outside gate, escaped Will ' s hearing. He had slightly dozed off, when he was awakened by the clanking of chains, far in the distance at first, then nearer and nearer. He was almost wild with fear. His heart fluttered like that of a trapped bird in a cage, and his body was bathed in perspiration. A hundred thoughts flashed through his brain. “Could this be the dead woman that had come with her chains?” His eyes were glued on the chair beside his head. It suddenly jerked, then turned around itself several times, and then silently moved towards the door. Will grabbed his revolver and followed the chair tremblingly. As he entered the next room, something white seemed to come before him and then flutter to the farthest corner of the room where it sank down. Will, summoning all his courage, braced himself against the wall; and putting a trembling finger on the trigger, called out in a command- ing voice, “Whoever or whatever you are, speak or I’ll shoot.” Far, far in the distance came the clank of chains, as if they had been dropped to the ground, and out of the darkness came McGregor’s voice, “Ten dollars are yours, Will.” EARNEST TAKAKI. -O- A Narrow Escape (A True Story) NE night, when we were sitting around the fire, we asked my grandmother to tell us some story, which happened when she was settling in her new home. This is the one she told: “We had just come across the plains to Oregon, and had hardly settled in our new little home, when we heard that the Si-wash Indians were on the warpath “One day, my mother sent me down to our neighbor’s home, Mrs. Pennfield’s, to borrow half a sack of flour. As I had to pass through a thickly settled forest, my thoughts were only on the Indians. But I reached M rs. Pennfield’s house safely. Mrs. Pennfield invited me to stay for the noonday meal, and as I felt very hungry after my long walk, I de- cided to stay. I left right after the meal. I had just crossed the river, w ' hich was about half a mile from home, when I looked back and was startled to see four or five Indian scouts. My first impulse was to run, but then I realized that they could quickly catch up with me. Suddenly I had an idea; I quickly opened the bag of flour that I was carrying and poured it on to myself, covering myself from head to toe. I certainly must have looked queer, for when the Indians saw me, I think they almost turned white, and then with their terrible yells they ran back into the forest. I quickly ran home, but my mother seeing something white com- ing up the road, and not knowing what it was, quickly bolted the door. I screamed to her, telling her that it was I. She unlocked the door and let me in. We were never troubled by Indians again. “A few years after that, an old Indian brave was visiting at our house. He told us he was one of the group of Indians who had seen the White Devil near our house. He added, ‘The other Indians moved far away.’ ” ALICE GOMPERTZ. LINCOLN and the SOLDIER Lincoln was a very good man. A very kind man was he. He always did the best he could. To set a prisoner free. One day a mother came to him, A tear was in her eye. Her only son, a soldier boy; Was sentenced soon to die. “My boy but seventeen is he, A very brave soldier lad; His Captain said he was among, The very best they had. “He marched and fought in ram and snow, A whole week this went by ; He fell asleep on guard one night, And sentenced is to die.” Lincoln took her by the hand, “Your son shall pardoned be; I’ll send a wire this very hour, And he shall soon be free.” The mother hurried then to camp; She found her boy was free, And both beside the evening fire. Rejoiced right happily. ALEXANDER RUSSELL. Greenhorns UT IN the great open spaces where men are men,” murmured Clarence. “Well, how do I look, Cedric?” “Magnificent,” praised Cedric. he conversation was between two very docile city chaps. The former was a tall person with light hair. On his nose he wore some bone- rimmed spectacles. The latter was a short person, who seemed like a dwarf alongside of Clarence. His hair was black and he had a little curly moustache. All the girls in town thought he was the “sheekiest fellow.” The two were parading around in their apartment dressed in chaps and everything to make a cowboy, even having large six-shooters and bullet-belts with several rounds of bullets in them. “Well to-morrow we leave for Arizona,” said Cedric, “so let us slumber for a few hours.” The two arrived in a small town in Arizona some days later. They were a thousand miles from nowhere. The town consisted of a small hotel, a postoffice, a railroad station and a grocery store. They secured a room and both turned out early the next morning, all dressed up like nice little cowboys. The cowboys brought up two frisky horses for them to ride. Clar- ence managed to get on all right, but as soon as he was on, the horse pranced and reared and poor Clarence, frightened to death, rolled off into the dust. The horse Cedric was trying to mount, started off on the gallop. Cedric hung on to one of the stumps and was dragged along in the dust. Then the cowboys proceeded to shoot holes through their hats. The next day Clarence and Cedric went on a camping trip, but this time they rode on burros, feeling safer when their feet touched the ground. Seeing a pretty little animal, Cedric tried to catch it. It was a skunk. The result was terrible. They put up their tent as best they could. During the night, there was a cloudburst. The food got all wet, the burros got loose, the tent fell in and blew away. Cedric and Clarence left for home on the next train. HAROLD ZANZOT. O A Capricious Cow APRICIOUS, according to Webster, means whimsical, freakish, humorsome, fantastical, fickle and subject to change, and cer- tainly the cow which is the heroine of this story had all of these attributes. To me had been assigned the task of driving home the cows. It was a pleasant evening and a cool, refreshing breeze was blow- ing. My instructions were to round up the cows and drive them, as a flock of sheep, straight home. Of course most of my readers will agree that to drive home the cows is a very simple matter. One of my mistakes in this enterprise was to wear a brilliant red sweater, something that would startle anyone not used to the freaks of boys, and as I progressed, I descried an old cow moving rapidly with lowered head in my direction. However, when I saw this ferocious beast headed towards me and the barn, for I had just come into the pasture and that structure was but a little ways off, I gave her the road. Immediately I proceeded at top speed for the fence, but this seemed still further to infuriate the enraged animal. Imagine my feelings when I discovered that instead of driving the cow to the barn I was allowing her to chase me into that building. We played a game in which the cow displayed all the traits that belong to capriciousness. When opportunity allowed me, I went straight back to the ranch where our family were visiting, hence some excuse for my blunder, to inquire of my uncle, a better method of “driving the cows from the pasture.” Upon announcing my failure I was greeted with peals of laughter which I somewhat resented. I asked my uncle to explain. “Why, John,” he said, “you should have known that a red sweater such as you are wear- ing would enrage any cow.” As for me, my surprise and astonishment were unbounded. I hastily changed my sweater for one of a darker hue and made another attempt at bringing in the cows and this time was rewarded for my efforts by a complete success. THOMAS FARMER. A GINGERBREAD MAN I am a little Gingerbread man, As sweet as I can be ; Sitting here on a pantry shelf. Oh, what will become of me? My little Master and Mistress dear, Seem to love me so, They squeeze me and they hug me; See, they’ve nibbled off my toe. Each day there’s one more part of me gone; Now only my head is here. So I know I’ll have to say good-bye. For I think my doom is near. JEANNE TAYLOR. Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining Now, Mary Adams did not belong to a rich family. Mr. Adams was editor of a feebly-struggling paper in the city. Of course the Adams’ were respectable people, but they had no money for costumes. While Mary was thinking, a big car went by. As it rounded the corner, one of the occupants called out sarcastically, “Oh Mary, the newspaper is your limit.” At first Mary did not get what she meant, then light dawned and Mary smiled. She was used to that, the petted darlings of the Phillips’ family always laughed at her. When she got home she had planned her costume. The girl’s words had had just the opposite effect on Mary from what they were expected to have. For the next week, Mary saved all the clean newspapers she could find. The night before “Costume Day” she collected all the papers. She pleated, ruffled and sewed them and then she was ready for school. “Costume Day” dawned bright and clear and Mary set out. She joined some of her friends and they walked around the yard admiring the costumes. The Phillips’ girl had on a beaded satin gown. It was very pretty, but not original. Mary thought it would probably get the prize though. The morning passed happily and then everyone was asked to go to the Auditorium, where prizes would be given for the most original cos- tumes. The principal gave a speech and then introduced the judges. The head judge gave a short talk on how hard it was to choose the winners, that he wished he could give a prize to all. Then he said, “The first prize is a wristwatch. The girl that it goes to has shown great originality and t ruly deserves the prize. The first prize goes to Mary Adams.” Mary walked to the stage am d great applause, for though she had not known it, she had made many friends by being good-natured and well-mannered. So by taking the hardest blow and looking at it opti- mistically, it may be turned into a gift. % ARY A.DAMS was walkmg home from school. The teacher had just announced that next week there would be a “Costume Day.” What could she wear? JOSEPHINE FESSENDEN. A Humming Bird’s Nest HILE I was walking home with a lady friend she told me if I were very quiet she would show me something in which I might be interested. I said I would try. Then she said, “Hear that little squeak, squeak!’’ Sure enough I could. She said that it was a mother humming bird and if I would look carefully over in the tree I would see a little nest. We went over to the tree and on a small branch there was a litle nest not bigger than a half dollar. It was about an inch in diameter and about two inches in depth. It was made very neatly out of little pieces of bark and grass and some different soft articles which made it look like a very, soft, little bed. Two little sharp pointed beaks were sticking up straight into the air. When we looked closely we could see that all the rest of the two little birds was covered up with material like that of the nest and only the beaks were allowed to show. My friend said that when they were much smaller they were not covered up and she could see that their bodies were covered with a soft down. We heard a rush and a squeak of the mother bird overhead and thought that if we wanted to make friends with her, we had better go and come again another day, as we did not want to frighten her and cause her to leave the nest and her babies. ALICE GANNON. o My Hike Y STORY begins in Lake County, about a mile and a half from the Blue Lakes. The region around these lakes is of volcanic origin. That is why the bottom of none of the three Blue Lakes las ever been found. It was in the early summer last year and the bears had already be- gun to show themselves. I wanted to go on a hike, so I got two other boys to go with me and we planned to have a fine time. The surrounding country being of a very hilly nature, we expected to see a bear before we got home. Just as we were emerging from behind a large set of rocks, a fairly good-sized bear came right up in front of us. He came so quickly that we nearly fell over with surprise. I guess he was about three feet nine inches tall, and, oh my! how fat. We just stood and looked at him and he looked at us with sort of a grin on his face. All of a sudden my friends began to run and before I could catch up, they were in the top of a tree. The bear must have picked me out as his playmate, because he didn’t so much as notice the others. Every move I made he made a move in the same direction, and I began to get tired of his funny tactics. My friends just laughed at me and threw boughs at the bear. I kept looking for a place of safety and at last I spotted a big slippery looking rock. I called to my friends to throw a little branch off to the side so as to attract the bear’s attention. They did so, and when he turned his head I made a dash for liberty. The rock was very slippery and I had to make a leap for a sharp edge protruding from the side. I made it and perched myself safely on top out of his reach. Otherwise I still believe I would have had an awful argument with that bear. He tried to reach me, but the rock was far too slippery for his long claws. I still have an extensive scratch on the side of one of my hiking boots that I received when I made a false move and slipped a little. I didn’t want to hurt him, but at last my patience gave out and I threw a little piece of rock at him. It hit him fairly on the end of the nose, and, after he had told me what he thought of me in his own language, he got up and walked away. I guess he was sore because I wouldn’t come down off the rock and play with him. CHARLES SEARS. Rajah Wins S ILLIE PRATTVILLE was sixteen. Already she knew a horse from head to tail. Her own horse, Rajah, she had broken in herself. He was a black and white mustang. Her parents were dead and she lived alone on a ranch with a few hired men to help her. Saturday came at last and the weekly paper with it. The headlines were : HORSES BEING ENTERED FOR ANNUAL RACE AT TIA JUANA. “I need the money if I could win,” thought Billie ‘‘and Rajah can run.” Monday saw Billie and Rajah enroute for Tia Juana. After hav- ing entered Rajah, Billie went back to the station to see if she could find a lodging place for herself. On arrival, she found a friend of her mother’s who recognized her and invited her to stay with them. Billie accepted. Mrs. Cullman also invited Billie to go with her to the horse races, but Billie declined, saying that she was not interested in watching the race, which was true. The next day was the race. It was midnight now. Billie couldn’t wait; so she slipped out of the back door and about one o’clock reached Tia Juana. Finding Rajah, she shared his straw bed. At last it was two o’clock. The riders and mounts were lined up. The pistol went off and all the horses shot forward except Rajah; he would only walk. For once Billie was angry at him. She dug her spurs into his flanks, but Rajah knew what he was doing. For a few minutes he went at an easy gait and near the finish, when all the other horses were spent, he easily caught up with and passed them all. When Billie went to the stand to get the prize, she could hardly keep from jumping up and down, which was the usual way of expressing her feelings. As she was handed the fat purse by the young man at the stand, their eyes met, then her eyelids dropped. Six weeks later she and Rajah were back at the ranch and Rajah was very proud of himself, for he had won two things; for his mistress was no longer Billie Prattville, but Mrs. Randolf De Amorville. PATRICIA WASHBURN. 0 Four-Footed Guards ED had many friends, some large, and some small, but Bob, the cat, was his best friend of all. Every night Ted would watch the house, attended by his faithful friend. Bob. One night we went to a show, and Ted was left to guard the house. After we had gone, he and Bob lay down in their little house, not to sleep, but to keep burglars away. Soon they heard a noise, not very loud, just the cracking of a twig. In an instant they were both sneaking toward the intruder. Slowly they went, foot by foot, until Ted said it was time to charge. A grand and glorious charge it was, and what do you think the burglar did? He just flew up into the oak tree and laughed at them, and said, “I’m no burglar. I’m just Solomon Owl.” Back to the house they went, feeling very stupid at being fooled so easily. “Bob, if we don’t do better to-night, I won’t eat a thing but eggs for t wo weeks.” “Yes, we are having hard luck. But what is that?” A light had certainly been lighted in the house, and a strange man was inside robbing it. “What shall we do?” said Bob. “Follow me, and don’t make any noise, because we are going to get him or bust.” Meanwhile, the man in the house had gotten everything he wanted, and was climbing out of the kitchen window. Ted was ready for him, and jumped at his throat, but missed and went headlong into a post. He recovered just in time to see the burglar climbing over the barbed wire fence. His pants got caught in some barbs, and there he hung. Bob snarled and scratched, while Ted nearly barked his head off. The burglar was so busy keeping them off, that he could not unloose himself from the fence. The minutes seemed hours, and they we re nearly ex- hausted, when a neighbor hearing the racket, came over to investigate. He called up the police, but they were a long distance away, and could not come for fifteen minutes. Meanwhile the show was over, and we came home just as the police arrived. The burglar was taken to jail, and Ted and Bob retired to the house. The next morning an officer came to the house, and asked for the owner of the cat and dog. He said that there was a reward of four hundred dollars for the capture of the man, and that I should spend it on my pets, who caught the burglar the night before. Ted lived for six years, and was buried by the side of his playmate that he loved so well. ANSON CLARK. 0 TO a BROOK It is a little brook. That runs through glen and glade. It twinkles in the sun. And babbles in the shade. I wonder how many people H ave come and paused to drink, And listen to its talking; Then stop and rest and think. I wish this brook could talk, And tell of other days When Indians owned the country. And roamed the woodland ways. I stop here and I dream And waste the time away; But the brook goes always onward Forever and a day. GEORGE H. ROCKWOOD. The Yellow Diamond T WAS a windy afternoon m late March, and the wind, to- gether with the hum and buzz of the busy metropolis of New York seemed to keep up a monotonous rumble, alighted from a taxi on a busy corner and turned into the large, many-storied hotel. I was well pleased and in good humor for my col- lection of diamonds was nearly complete. I had received a letter from the Smithsonian Institute in W ashington, telling me of an offer they would make when it was complete. It was an exceedingly large sum, and would be more than enough to pay for my next expedition into Madagascar. At the desk I got my key and ascended in an elevator to the twelfth floor. Upon reaching my room, I threw off my coat and went to the wall, where I pushed one of the oak panels upwards. I then pulled out a large flat drawer, padded with velvet. In it on the deep insets in the velvet was my collection. It was noted the world over as the most com- plete Diamond Collection there was. All at once I gave a gasp, my most prized yellow diamond was not there! I searched madly about me and after a period of fifteen minutes, I had not yet found it. Just then I glanced up into a framed mirror which hung above the panel. In it I saw the reflection of a turbaned Indian with a bright flashing dagger. My first thought was, “How could he have gotten here?” Could I be dreaming? He had a grim sneer on his swarthy face, and in a thin sack that hung to his belt I saw glittering, my yellow diamond. I threw up my hands and grabbed for a footstool beside me. All at once something lurched and I opened my eyes; I was clutching the upholstered cushions in the taxi cab. “Stop!” I yelled in a frenzy. The driver shot me a puzzled, fright- ened look. We stopped with a jerk. He got down and opened the door where I was sitting. He had mistaken the street I had told him and the result was a long tiresome ride. I had fallen asleep. I rushed him back to the hotel, paid him and ran to my room. I quickly opened the safe, and there, to my relief, all my diamonds were safe. EILEEN MITCHELL. My Fourteen-Mile Hike N SUNDAY the 28th of December, I went on my fourteen- mile hike for the First Class Boy Scout Test. I went to Oak Spring which is on the Tunnel Road. It is eight miles up there and back. I started from my house at half past eleven and went through the Claremont Hotel grounds to the Fish Ranch Road. When I had gone some distance on the road I met a man on horseback trying to light his cigarette. While doing this he dropped his cigarette case. As he was on horseback and couldn’t pick it up very well, this was an opportunity for me to prove that a boy scout is courteous. I picked up the case and the cigarettes that had fallen out and returned them. For this he was very grateful. I went further up the road until I came to a little reservoir where I took a little path which is shorter than the main road and went to the end of it, where there was a wooden post covered with iron. On one side there was written Alameda 1 859, on the other side, Contra Costa County 1859. It is interesting to note that this was probably put there sixty-six vears ago. The post was very much dilapidated and showed signs of having been made a target. I then turned to the right into Contra Costa County. After some distance I came to a squirrel colony and then I did w’sh I had a shot gun along with me, for on all sides were squirrels. A little further on I struck the Tunnel Road and as it was Sunday, there were many automobiles. I ate my lunch while walking and refused ev ' ral tempting offers to ride as I was hiking for one of my First Class To t Te ts. When I had reached Oak Springs, I noticed my pedometer cd eight miles and I knew I should be turning back. I returned home the same way as I had gone and just before I reached the Claremont Hotel I met two boys with a Benjamin pump gun ■ ' rd we put up a target and shot at it for a while. Then two other boys ' me and they joined the shooting and later two more boys arrived with .22 calibre rifle which was imported from Germany. It was a keen gun; it had a good stock and a very fine steel barrel. They had gone hunting but had not been able to get anything. After this I came home with two of the boys, not a bit tired, ready for a good meal. WARREN HOWELL. Whooffy makes me wild. We’re sure losing money on him.” “Well, it was your suggestion we take care of him,” replied Jerry. ‘ The boys had contracted to take care of Whooffy, a big brown cinnamon bear for the Angel View Hotel during the winter months and IXTEEN dozen jars of fruit, two dogs and a raincoat, besides two lines of clothes he dragged into the mud ! And now he’s gone and et Mrs. Livermore’s pig,” said Nick. “Oh! that had so far lost money on him. Whooffy was a big beast, going around most of the summer months with a potato peal on one ear; in fact, he was a first-class scavenger. An old mountaineer claimed it would be an easy job to take care of the old bear, as he would hibernate during the winter; but, apparently, he had forgotten all about hibernating. “Well,” said Nick, “let’ s cage him up again.” “Say, let’s give him something to make him sleep such as they give little children,” suggested Jerry. “That’s a good idea,” agreed Nick. “Let’s try paregoric.” “Yes,” said Jerry, “let’s do it right away for every day that bear stays awake means more money lost.” The boys got Whooffy into one of the hotel garages and obtained some paregoric. “Take this,” said Nick, as he pned Whooffy’s mouth open with a stillson wrench. Then Jerry poured the paregoric down the bear’s throat. “That’s the last meal you get off Nick and me,” said Jerry, as they left the garage. “Let’s try to catch Yance,” said Nick. “He said he was going after some more honey this afternoon.” “Fine,” said Jerry. “I’ll be right with you as soon as I get my stuff.” The two boys started off after Yance, an old woodsman that gathered honey in the forest; and the boys knew his regular routine. After hiking about ten miles and not finding Yance, the boys decided to camp near some of his honey buckets. “Well,” said Jerry, “this ought to be a good camping place. We can wait until morning when Yance gets here.” “What’s the idea of hanging his buckets so high?” asked Nick. “Coons,” said Jerry, “and possums and bears.” The boys went to bed about an hour after dinner and forgot all their troubles. About the middle of the night, Jerry was awakened by painful yelling, of, “Jerry, get off my legs!” “I’m not on your legs, Nick,” said Jerry. Again Jerry heard a fearful cry and jumped up to see what was the matter. A big, black creature was standing on Nick, reaching up and pulling Y ance’s buckets down, one by one and spilling them all over Nick and licking them up as if he were eating Nick. First Nick would yell and then there was a dreadful silence which Nick afterwards explained as pauses when the animal would put a foot on his stomach and take his breath away, thus rendering him incapable of making any sound at all. Jerry, in the meantime, had gotten up and grabbed an old grape- vine and charged on the creature with it. He hit the creature so hard it bellowed. It was in the dim morning when Jerry saw an old rope on the ground and picked it up and pulled until he finally got the creature over to a tree and tied him up. The minute Nick crawled out of his sleeping bag, he looked at the animal and cried, “Whooffy, what are you doing here? I thought it was some kind of a vicious animal.” “I guess the paregoric was like so much honey,” said Jerry. “Oh well,” said Nick, “there’re only two more months and we can give this old warrior back to the hotel.” GEORGE R. LANDERS. The Murderer King the tents. “Against camp law — punishable by death,” he repeated slowly and tersely to himself. Then louder, “Officer, arrest that man.” With this, he passed into his quarters with a quick military stride. A few days later, a messenger boy was startled by the inquiry, “What is that?” He felt compelled to tell what the prisoner had for- bidden him to tell, for the sentenced man was not a favorite with the officer. “Just a message from a prisoner to his Highness,” he replied, shak- ing. Realizing the thing he had done, the boy tried to push ahead, but was again stopped by the officer. “Boy, what is the prisoner’s name?” “Karl Stroheim, sir,” he answered. “Give that message to me.” The boy handed the small parcel to the officer, for he knew what disobedience to an officer meant, and he shuddered at the thought. As soon as the officer released him, he dashed back to the prison and with a pitiful attempt at consolation, related the events to the prisoner. In desperation, the prisoner looked around. “Oh, Lord!” he said with a half laugh. “What’s the use? Go, boy, and leave me.” Quickly the messenger left. The prisoner, a young man, and a fine example of military discipline, looked out into the world, where he would never walk again. Musingly he sat and thought of his attempts to gain the recognition of his superiors. Would it not have SL S Frederick the Great, benefactor of Prussia, and sternest disciplinarian of his time, walked through camp, after “Lights out” had been given, he saw the faint glow of a lamp in one of been better to be content to be a common soldier than to risk a life? But an officer’s place was so good! Slowly a scene took formation before him. In reminiscence he saw a young officer of royal birth, dash before a charging horse, and lift a small boy from its path. How queer that a prince of Prussia should stop for an unknown child ! The officer was but a boy himself. As time wore on, military training hardened this once kind boy. And now that same officer was sentencing him to death, death when his only thought had been for the advancement of Prussia and her king. He had tried in many small ways to help. Well he knew the trouble Frederick was hav- ing, in arranging his line of march and attacks. What a fateful result that with a sudden force of inspiration, he should try to arrange the next march and attack ! Then he hoped to see the hardness fade from the eyes of Frederick. They would be the proud eyes of a general, rejoicing in the success of one of his men. His musings were cut short by the creaking of his cell door. A priest and guard entered with an officer who stepped up and read the fateful sentence in cold and deliberate tones. “Karl Sroheim is sentenced to be shot at sunrise for the disobedience of camp laws. Signed Frederick H. II.” In weariness, the prisoner listened. The guard and officer left, leaving the prisoner with the priest. “Make those prisoners pick up in their cells,” called the harsh voice of the prison warden. “His Highness is to inspect the prison this eve- ning.” A call of attention. “His Highness comes,” rang through the prison. Every man in his cell or on duty stood at attention, waiting for His Highness. With a precise military stride, Frederick passed through the prison. Suddenly his Highness spied a small package in a corner. He asked for it, and was quickly obeyed by a guard. Upon opening the package he was amazed to see a map with full instructions for advancement. As he was wondering who this brilliant man was, he saw a slip of paper attached to the map. Hastily he scanned it, and as he read, his face lost its hardness, and in its place came sadness. So the map was made by Karl Stroheim. He remembered sentencing a young soldier, whose name was Stroheim to death. It was passed now. The sentence had been executed nearly eight hours ago. Frederick sighed and laid down the map. RUTH MOHLER. Patriotic Thoughts MY NATIVE LAND AMERICA My own, my native land, The greatest and the best; How glorious and grand. Surpassing all the rest! America, my native land, We sound thy praise on every hand! We’ll fight for thee at any time; We’ll write our love for thee in rhyme. A union strong and great. An empire of the west; A land ordained by God, To be forever blest. We love thy fields, we love thy hills, Thy forests and thy tumbling rills; Thy very oceans sound acclaim, The glories of thy wondrous fame. Mistress of the wave. Of mountain, lake and lea; Mistress of the brave. And mistress of the free, Y ou’re my own, my native land ! Thy heroes who have fought for thee, And gave their lives for liberty — W e honor them with voice and pen. Those brave and strong heroic men ! BARNEY ALLEN. KATHLYN CLARK. o OUR FLAG The flag’s unfurled; it gives a thrill To all the watchers standing still; Who lift their hats to show respect, And stand there, silent and erect. The flag’s unfurled; but not just that, Makes every person lift his hat; Nor does the cloth, red, white and blue, Make men stop what they wish to do. The flag’s unfurled; and people stand, For this flag typifies our land; And we do homage to our nation, By giving to our flag ovation. RODERICK MAYS. OUR EMBLEM You’ re the emblem of our country. The old red, white and blue ; You stand for peace and loyalty, For men whose hearts are true. You’re start was thirteen tiny stars. But oh! how you did grow; You boasted of your thirteen bars, In the days of long ago. Artists paint you, poets verse you, As you fly on land and sea ; And we’re proud to say we love you. Our great flag of liberty. When your colors wave above us. We ll have naught but peace and light; With your stars agleam to guide us, We can do naught but the right. BILLY DE GRAVES. -o- An Adventure with Bears s ATHER’S last trip was very successful from the point of view of us children. On the train he had met an old gentleman from Vermont, who told him this experience: “As you know, I was, in my younger days, a trapper in Northern Vermont. I had built a cabin on the shores of Lake Memphremagog, and lived there during the trapping season. The lake is thirty miles long and extends over the Canadian border from Vermont. The slopes of this beautiful lake rose to the height of one thousand feet or more and were heavily wooded with pines, spruce and hemlock. Behind them were the low-lying hills of the Green Mountains, also heavily wooded. “This type of country was ideal for various wild animals. Here roamed the deer, the wolf, the wildcat and many other smaller animals. One afternoon while I was setting a line of traps for the smaller animals, such as the mink, marten and the wolf, I came upon the carcass of a deer, about which were the tracks of a large bear. After tracking the bear for some distance, I decided to return to my cabin and bring a large bear trap the following day, and place it near the carcass. “I returned the next morning and selected a clump of trees suitable for a small enclosure. Cutting some small saplings, I built a triangular pen, in the clump of trees. On the tree at the apex of this triangle I hung the carcass and beneath it I placed the trap. The bear in trying to get to the meat would step into the trap and thus be caught. On the trap I placed a heavy drag. “The next morning I returned to the spot and found that the trap was gone. In looking about I found the trail made by the drag. I fol- lowed this for some distance and the farther 1 went the more excited I became, for I realized what a huge bear it must be to be able to pull such a heavy drag over such rough ground. After following it for about three- quarters of a mile, I heard the enraged cry of the bear and I knew it was not far away. Peeping through some bushes, I saw the bear standing on her hind feet with the drag caught between some trees. After examin- ing her more closely, I saw two small cubs playing near her. Evidently her cries had been heard by the cubs who had been sleeping in a cave near-by. When she saw me, she rose and gave a low, angry snarl. Tak- ing no chances, I raised my gun and fired, killing her with the first shot. “The cubs, being quite young, were very easy to catch. After skin- ning the bear, I returned home with the skin and the cubs. I kept the cubs and they became very tame. It was great fun to sit, in the evenings, and watch them play and gambol with each other.” It is worth while having a father who travels, when he brings home such interesting stories to us children. SHARLENE GARLOUGH. The Secret Staircase H, DEAR, there goes my thimble again! I suppose I ' ll have to get up and get it,” exclaimed Ruth Sawyer. “Why, where did it go?” “It went under that curtain-thing, I guess,” replied her sister, Elinor. The two little girls were making clothes for their dolls. They were playing in one of the less used rooms of the old colonial house. It was a large room, with many draperies and tapestries on the walls, and, best of all, a long window-seat. They had chosen this room because it offered most possibilities for doll houses. “Oh, yes, here it is; you were right. Oh ! Look!” Ruth exclaimed, as she pulled the tapestry wide. “There’s a door here! I wonder where it goes to.” “I guess they put this curtain here to hide it. Let’s open it!” “Oh, Elinor, I’m afraid! It’s so dark in there! You go first.” After going a few steps, Elinor said, “Oh, Ruth ! There isn’t a wall, and there isn’t any more floor. It just ends!” She cautiously felt down with her foot, and then announced, “Yes, there is, too! I guess there are some steps. But be careful where you step, because, if you fall, there’s no telling how far you would go.” They continued their way down, cautiously feeling before each step, because it was very dark. Then Elinor said, “It ends here. What’ll we do?” “Wait! Let’s see if we can find a door-knob, or something like that,” replied Ruth. “Oh, here’s one. Help push. It’s hard to open.” They both pushed the door; suddenly it swung open with a clatter and a bang. They were greatly frightened, but in a few seconds Ruth went out to investigate. When she came back, she whispered hurriedly. “It’s in the closet where Lina keeps the pans, and we’ve knocked about everything down. Here she comes! Let’s go, quick, before she finds us.” They shut the door, and retreated up the stairs, not without many stumblings and much noise. When they got upstairs, they went in search of Mrs. Sawyer, to tell her of their discovery. When they had finished, she laughed long and merrily. When they asked her what she was laughing about, she said, “Why, children, your secret staircase was only a passage from the kitchen to the dining-room. The room that you were playing in, used to be the dining- room, and, as it took such a long time to go from the kitchen to it, by the other stairs, your grandfather had these stairs built. But, then, when we decided to have the dining-room where we now have it, nearer the kitchen, we closed up the stairway. — Why, you dirty children, you go and wash yourselves. That staircase must be extremely dusty, after all these years.” “Oh dear,” Elinor said, sadly, “our secret staircase wasn’t a secret at all.” HELEN HARDING. C Jack, the Dog HAVE known many dogs, but none of them is half as clever as the one of which I am going to tell you. He was about two feet in height. He was really a big dog. His hair was long, black and silky. He was also a very kind dog, especially so to small children. He lived in a big apartment house which his mistress owned. One day as his mistress was going down the stairs from her apart- ment to throw away some garbage. Jack, for that was the dog’s name, went up to her to see what she was about to throw away. His mistress said, “It is the same as I gave you this morning, and see, you have not eaten it, for it is still in your dish. You had better eat that before you ask for more.” So she went back to her apartment and about ten minutes later she heard a knock at her door. In opening it, whom should she see but Jack. He pulled at her dress as if to lead her some place. She followed him and he led her down the stairs and on to the porch, where his dish was kept. To her great amazement the dish was empty. He had brought her down to show her that he had understood her, had eaten it all and wanted more. She was so pleased with him and h’s cleverness that she sent to the store for some meat for Jack. — LEONORA GORDIANO. An Historical Wedding ES,” said the schoolmaster, in answer to the children’s query, “yes, I’ve had some other adventures. Do you want to hear another?” In receiving a vociferous answer in the affirmative, le proceeded: “Two years ago last summer, I was selling Suggs’ ‘His- tory of America’ in eight volumes and had just come into Danton, fifty miles inland. The first place I went to, the lady of the house came to the door and seemed very much interested in the books. To interest her more, I read her the first sentence in volume two, which ran like this: ' The ubiquitous incongruity obvious between tribes of the indigenous ab- original American has grown to be an indubitable incubus.’ She called to her husband and asked him if he didn’t think t hat Mary Stone and Wil- liam Brown would like a set for a wedding present. He said, ‘Yes. That will be fine.’ So they bought a set. I asked them if they didn’t want a set for themselves, but they seemed to think not. They said that one set in town was enough. I did not think so, though, and went to the next house. “There, too, the lady thought that Willy Brown and Mary Stone would like a set, so she bought them a set, too. After selling ten more sets for the same purpose, I began to conceive that the wedding might be interesting, but I felt, unfortunately, that I had better leave there the same day, which I did, and have not been there since. Three weeks ago I saw a copy of the ‘Danton Republican’ which told of the founding of the Danton Public Library. Mr. and Mrs. William Brown were on the roll of honor, having donated eleven sets of Suggs’ ‘History of America’ in eight volumes.” — GEORGE SWARTH. A Girl of the French Revolution flowers of spring made a beautiful picture for an artist or poet. Everything looked so happy and bright that no one would guess the tragic happenings not far away in noisy Paris. What an uproar all France was in! Ah! that its pretty, quaint streets should now be running with the blood of the aristocrats who, only yesterday, it seemed, were living in all splendor and luxury. Not that the royalty should not suffer, but that the fair land of France should be so marred and torn. Not far down the dusty road was to be seen a young girl walking bravely along beside a man into whose expressionless face she lifted eyes, flooded with unshed tears, now and again. At these intervals she would choke back a little sob or two and then turn, with a appealing look, to the stern-faced captain who marched behind them, followed by a small group of coarse, noisy soldiers. As they trudged slowly along, they were not aware of the beauty about them, nor of the noisy group behind. They thought only of the coming trial which awaited Fouis. “Where could you have lost your Jacobin card?” questioned the girl for about the tenth time. “That these rats should lay hold and arrest thee in the public market place? Ah, I will see Robespierre as soon as we arrive at Paris, and secure for thee, a release. Mother Guillotine has enough without thee. She is much too greedy anyhow.” “No, ma cherie, thou shalt do nothing of the kind, for ’twould only make trouble for thee also.” “But I should welcome trouble if it should come out of helping thee,” insisted Charlotte. After about another hour’s walk the little troop arrived at Paris. Immediately Louis was conducted to prison where royalty and peasantry alike were kept until their names should appear on the daily list of the condemned. Charlotte went to Louis’ cell with him, and there she bade him fare- well, but with much confidence in getting for him the release of which she had spoken. As soon as she was outside the prison, she went straight to the head- quarters of the tyrant, Robespierre. When she asked to be admitted. T WAS a beautiful day m 1 792. The noontide sun shone bright overhead and birds were smging as though they would burst. The green grass sprouting up amidst the new-born the guards only laughed and refused to let her enter. After dividing all that she had, but a few francs, however, they allowed her to go, saying that they were not responsible for her. Having thus overcome one of the hardest obstacles in her path, she could do no more than pray for the rest to turn out as well. “Ah, whom have we here?” asked the great leader. “Only a poor peasant girl,” she responded, “who comes to beg the life and freedom of her lover who now sits in the prison awaiting either death or freedom.” “Ah, many people come for the same reason, and I can do no more than send them away. Rut I shall try to help thee,” he answered wearily. “Come with me, for I must go to the prison and see the warden about some important matters of state. But mind you do not talk too much, for I am very weary.” At this they went out, he leaving instructions for the guards. As they turned a corner, the girl with a terrified cry, sprang in front of Robespierre, and at that moment a knife, skillfully thrown pierced her arm which rested just over his heart. She fell fainting into his arms. They were soon surrounded by a great crowd. Two men carried her to a near-by cottage, where a kindly old lady bound her wound up. A few minutes later Robespierre entered. “Ah, mon enfant, Robespierre’s life is worth the slip of a paper,” and sitting down he wrote out a pardon for Louis. HELEN MILLS. The Signal ILL TRAVERS had to stay on the ranch alone one night, as his father and mother were going into town. His father did not like leaving Bill alone, because of some people who were trying to get some cattle through their farm, to some good grazing grounds. If all their cattle went through, it would ruin the ground and the crops. Bill’s friend, Ned, who lived on the next ranch agreed that if Bill would put some green wood on the fire he would see the smoke and know that he was in danger. Towards noon, Dan Barker, a villain, came up to Bill and asked him if he could take his cattle through his farm. Of course Bill said no, so the man pulled up a revolver and held him up, while his men tied him tightly to a post. Already Bill could see a cloud of dust approaching as the cattle came on. One of Dan’s men asked Bill for some wood to make a fire. Bill at once jumped at the chance. “In the box by the stove,” he said. The man went in the house and presently appeared with some pitch-pme. In a few moments Bill saw a long column of smoke arising. The cattle were rapidly approaching. If only Bill could stop them. It was then that he saw his dog. Jack. He called him and tried to get him to gnaw through the rope. The dog got the idea and started pulling fiercely at it. Soon Bill’s arm was free, and then it was easy to get loose. After patting his dog he went into the house and got his gun. Creeping along the banks of the river, he managed to get ahead of the cattle. Jumping out in front of them, he fired his gun. The cattle started to stampede. Dan Barker, seeing Bill, leveled his gun and fired. Bill felt a stinging pain in his shoulder and then lost consciousness. When he came to, he saw his father and Ned talking softly. “H ow did you signal us?” asked Ned. “I didn’t,” feebly responded Bill. “You didn’t?” asked both Mr. Travers and Ned. “No, Dan’s gang did,” laughed Bill. JOHN TRURAN. Aunt Nancy’s Story — A Picnic HIS is a story that our Aunt Nancy told us on that evening when we sat by the fire, while over the snow-swept earth the north wind roared. It is an experience of her girlhood. Aunt Nancy lived in Maryland. “I was just twelve years old,” began Aunt Nancy. “It was a lovely May day, the first real sunny day of the year. My three cousins, Anne, Dora and Peggy were coming to spend the day with me. We lived about a mile from Covepoint, which is on the Chesapeake Bay. Mother thought it would be nice to have a sailing party, so I invited two of my friends, Sally and Polly. “My father had a friend, Mr. Croft, who owned a skiff. He said he would gladly oblige us, so at ten o’clock we started in the big wagon. When we reached the appointed place, we found Mr. Croft waiting for us. We were soon in the boat and speeding rapidly away from the shore. “About a mile down the Bay we landed. It was a lovely shady wood, and the first wild flowers were just peeping above the ground. It was almost noon, and everyone was hungry, so we decided to eat lunch. We unpacked the large hamper that mother had so carefully put up, and found a great many good things to eat. “After lunch we investigated our surroundings. Before we started we agreed to meet at the boat at two o’clock, for we intended to play games aboard. We wandered about in separate groups. It was soon two o’clock and all were at the boat except Polly. Where was Polly? ‘I was with Polly last,’ said Dora. ’We started off together, but Anne and Peggy soon joined us. Peggy proposed a race to see who would reach the boat first. We just arrived here, and I guess we didn’t notice that Polly wasn’t with us,’ Dora ended lamely. “The wind was coming up and the sky was beginning to cloud a little, so we hurried toward the woods with Mr. Croft in the lead. “We hunted all over that woods, I think, and we became more anxious for we didn ' t catch a glimpse of Polly. It was four o’clock, and the wind had grown stronger, so we started back to the boat. Mr. Croft said he would take us to Covepoint and get up a searching party. The sun was obscured by the clouds that were scurrying across the sky, so we walked faster. As we were hurrying along we heard a moan. It seemed to come from a clump of bushes that we had not noticed. Mr. Croft went to investigate and found Polly almost unconscious. She had sprained her ankle when running. Mr. Croft carried her to the boat. “All our anxiety was now centered on the weather, for it was begin- ning to rain. We soon reached home a very bedraggled party. The day would have been perfect except for Polly’s mishap.” HELEN ANGELL. Duke, the Hero Mm T WAS a warm summer day and Duke was lying on the front lawn of a big brown summer home. His mistress, a girl of twelve years, was asleep in the hammock under a big oak tree. Duke was a big brown collie with a glossy coat and a tail that would never stay still. H is big brown eyes were always open to watch for any kind of danger. Ruth was suddenly awakened by a little scream of delight and she soon saw her two chums, Frances and Vivian, coming up the narrow path through the arbor. They ail were soon sitting in the hammock with Duke at their feet. “We want you to come to the beach with us,” said Frances. “Mother has put up a lunch for us and we will leave as soon as we can.” “Oh! what fun. I do hope that I can go.” Ruth was already skipping up the steps to see her mother who was lying on a couch in a spacious, cool room, which was nicely furnished in the good taste of both her mother and father. Ruth informed her mother of the picnic and she said that Ruth could go and to have a nice time. She also said that there were some cakes and cookies in the pantry. In a few rmnutes Ruth, Frances and Vivian were on their way. Duke was also trotting along behind them and was carrying the lunch basket between his teeth. On the way to the beach they had to cross a rather large creek which was very rapid. There was a log that reached from one bank to the other and it was not very strong. Frances and Vivian started across when they heard it crack beneath their feet, but with a jump they landed safe on the other bank. As Ruth, who was close behind them, started to jump, the log split and Ruth fell into the water with a splash. Frances started to a neighboring house while Vivian ran down the bank, trying to stop Ruth and calling to her to try to swim. But Ruth was beyond the power to swim and as the tide was swift she was being carried rapidly down to the waterfall. When Ruth fell in, Duke dropped the basket and plunged in after her. He was but a few feet from her and she was heading toward a big boulder. Just a few more inches and Duke would have her. Duke made his greatest effort and reached her. He then turned and headed bravely toward shore where several men were standing. Slowly but cautiously he swam against the tide. It seemed once that he would be carried away. At last he reached the shore where Ruth was revived and taken home. Duke followed at the heels of the men carrying the lunch basket. When Ruth was revived she called Duke who came and licked her hand, barking joyously. Duke was rewarded for his bravery in saving Ruth by a gold medal that said: “This is rewarded to Duke for his bravery and loyalty in saving his mistress from drowning, April 6, 1924.” Duke always wore this medal and I must say that it almost turned his head for he seemed to walk more proudly and hold his head higher. HELEN RUTHERFORD. Oratio Antoni Amici, Romani, cives, aures vestras mihi date ! Ad Caesarem sepeliendum vemo, non ad eum laudandum. Mala Quae homines agunt, supersunt. Bona cum ossibus suis saepe sepeliuntur. Ita sit Caesare. Nobilis Brutus vobis dixit Caesarem ambitiosum esse. Si ita erat, culpa gravis erat, Et graviter Caesar ea poenas dedit. Hie permissione Bruti et reliquorum — Nam Brutus vir honorificus est. Item sunt omnes honorifici viri — In funere Caesaris loquendi causa vemo. Amicus meus erat, fidelis mstusque mihi, Sed Brutus dicit eum ambitiosum esse, Et Brutus vir honorificus est. Is donnum Roman duxit captivos multos, Quorum pretia aerarium compleverunt; Hocne Caesar ambitiosus visus est? Cum miseri lacrimarent, Caesar flevit; Ambitio materia firmiore facienda est. Sed Brutus dicit eum ambitiosum esse, Et Brutus vir honorificus est. Vos omnes vidistis Lupercalns Ter me ei coronam regiam donare, Quam ter recusaret. Eane ambitio erat? Sed Brutus dicit eum ambitiosum esse, Et certe, vir honorificus est. Loquor non refutandi causa quid Brutus dixerit. At hie sum, ad dicendum quid sciam. Vos omnes eum amavistis, non sine causa. Quid vos retinet quo minus eum lugeatis? Ah, mstitia ! ad feras bestias fugisti, Hominesque mentes amiserunt. Patientiam habete mecum. Meum cor in sarcophago illic cum Caesare est, Ac mihi intermittendum est donee id ad me revenit. ALLEN HERSHEY. C STUDENT OFFICERS Marjorie Staats George Hill Virginia Carlyle Bud Staats President Vice-President Secretary ...Yell Leader Some years ago Willard started a plan for Student Government. Delegates are chosen from each room to serve on the student council. From these delegates committees are appointed for various duties. These committees are as follows: Traffic, Street and Park and the Fost and Found Committee. The student body meets every week and reports are given by each committee as to how the pupile are obeying the rules and regulations. The student officers with the help of the student body have tried to secure a more friendly feeling in keeping order in the school yard and building. The officers whose terms have expired wish to express their gratitude to the students and teachers of Willard for the spirit of good fellowship and service that has prevailed. We thank you all for your assistance in making our term of office a pleasure. — Marjorie Staats, President. THE TARGET STAFF Roderick Mays Editor Eleanor Abadie.. ....M anager Dorothy Faunce, Claire Tracy Associate Editors Assistants Margarita Allen, Dorothea Asman, Betty Barber, Myrna May Bearce, Laura Bee, Dorothy Bohall, Nell Boylin, Ruth Brazel, Alice Butler, Jean Carson, Mary Cleverdon, Catherine Davies, Billy DeGraves, Dorothy Graham, Jean Hartzell, Ina Hayes, Allen Hershey, May Hood, Marion Humphrey, Eleanor Kierulff, Beatrice Lathrop, Alice Lewis, Richard Loosley, Anna Lynip, Byron Luther, James MacKay, Virginia Martin, Anita McCombs, Bruce Merrill, Ida May Palmer, Grace Pew, Anona Pickard, Dorothy Pierce, Elizabeth Rice, Ruth Rosedale, Warren Schroeder, Betty Shuey, Katherine Sneed, Marjorie Staats, June Stone, Irma Sundstrom, Wickson Thomas, Vera Unruh, Doris Walsh, Harriet Wheeler, Hanna Wilber, Frances Woolsey, Marianne Wooll, Wilma Wyatt. Advisory Board Mr. Clark.... M iss Christy Principal ..Teacher The Target Staff has done good work this term and the followin g have gained honors: Eleanor Abadie (4), Roderick Mays (3), Dorothy Faunce (2) , Claire Tracy (2) , Margarita Allen ( 1 ) , Dorothea Asman ( 1 ) , Dorothy Bohall ( 1 ) , Nell Boylin ( 1 ) , Catherine Davies ( 1 ) , Dorothy Graham ( 1 ) , Marion Humphrey ( 1 ) , Anna Lynip ( 1 ) , James MacKay (1), Bruce Merrill (1), Marjorie Staats (1), Irma Sundstrom (1), Wickson Thomas (1), Frances Woolsey (1), Wilma Wyatt (1). The cover design for this issue was arranged by Jean Hartzell. The editorial cut was designed by Jane Backus, the music cut by Vesta MacDonald, the dramatic cut by Fanette Scheeline, the joke cut by Virginia Clark, and the athletic cut by Eleanor Kierulff. The cuts are especially attractive and especial thanks are due the artists. The Staff wishes to express its appreciation to all who have contributed to the success of this number of The Target, which we consider the very best that Willard School has ever published. o THE GRADUATING CLASS The closing of the school term marks an epoch in our lives. We have reached another mile post. The vacation spirit is upon us and the outlook is filled with expectations, but there is one thought which the closing of Willard’s gates will not alter. Whether the path leads us down the open roads or whether it takes us into distant lands, we are bound to carry with us that quality which learning brings. Education is the key which unlocks the treasure-house of life and the days of grind which are about to close, have left their in- fluence upon us. Let us meet our opportunities eagerly in true Willard spirit with gratitude to our faculty who have guided us thus far on the way. WILBUR NEWELL. THE START Everyone knows that the winning of a race depends largely upon the start the runner gets. If he gets a back start he is at a great disad- vantage for he probably will never regain the space so carelessly lost, yet so dearly paid for. If however, the runner starts right on the moment and works from the very beginning to win, he has a wonderful chance to come in first. So it is with school work. The person who lets the first and second days’ assignments slip by, probably will not understand the third lesson or any of the rest of the work. He will soon find himself in a hole that is too deep to climb out of until the following term when he repeats the course. Another type of individual gets right down to business the first day, always completes his assignments and works straight through the term. At the end of the semester, he finds himself pretty near the head of the race, with good marks ready for the next year’s work; but above all, he usually has a good reputation. Which is the wisest and best thing to do? Do you run a race or play a game in athletics to win or to lose? Always to win, of course. Then why not run the race in school work to win? Get a good start and then try to come in first. It is by far the quickest and wisest of all ways. DOROTHEA ASMAN. -O- HONESTY What is honesty? Honesty is simply the ability to distinguish be- tween the right and the wrong. It is one of the greatest assets of this world; one that can be used at any time and in any place, in the school room as well as on the playground. Copying, lending Algebra papers and Latin translations, writing in your language books, and various other ways of cheating are going on every day. Would you be called a cheat? I should say not! Do you know that every time you do a dishonest deed it lowers the reputation of the Willard School? It seems that you do not. Even worse than this, — you are ruining your character. You are the future citizens of the United States. All the problems of this world will soon be cast upon you. It is you that must determine whether this nation or perhaps this world must live or die. To do this rightly, dishonesty must be eliminated. -INA HAYES. -o- OUR REPUTATION If an individual possesses the virtue of telling the truth, you may rest assured he is endowed with a gift that gold cannot buy — “An honest reputation.” Money will bring you power and also ruin — but truthfulness takes you to only one goal, and that is success. It has been stated by an authority, that three-fourths of the convicts in the state penitentiary are youths under twenty-one, who started out in this world with the same privileges you or I possess — “Life — Liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” These unfortunates did not continue to hold these, however, but were allowed various liberties that thrust them into the hands of a reckless fate. An individual may begin telling untruths, but once he indulges in this tricky food, he finds he cannot stop, but continues to mar his body and soul with dishonesties which are really mental poison. TARGET STAFF Though I am only a student, I know that truthfulness will get one anywhere he desires to aim, for, if he has a clear, honest mmd, he more than owns the universe. Riches can be taken from you. Can your reputation? No! Truth is cheap, and a pauper as well as a prince, can obtain honest standards of living. It might look gloomy for him at first, when he sees his neighbor, by cheating and hoarding, rise above him, but there is always sunshine behind the clouds, and if you have a ready smile, a helpful hand, and climb the ladder of life slowly but honestly, you will get to the top. MARJORIE SEARCY. O POSTURE Correct posture is a great thing. Not only is it an essential of good health ; it leaves a fine impression on the minds of the people around you. People that hold themselves well and face the world squarely, are usually the best kind of persons to have around. No boy or girl will get on well in school, or anywhere else, if he or she goes around stooped and round shouldered, or slumped down in his or her seat. They cant do their work well in such a position. Besides, anyone seeing such a person, is apt to say, “That boy and that girl are probably not good, hard-working students. Look how they slink down in their seats.” Such an attitude gives a bad impression, one of laziness and perhaps, stupidity. 1 he bright, alert student, who carries himself well is almost always better liked than the slow, stooping one. We want everyone to say: “Look at the fine posture of all those students from Willard! It is a good school.” The great majority of the Willard pupils have good posture. Let us do our best to see that all have. Willard must always lead in the posture test as she did this season. DALE ANDREWS. o VANDALISM One cannot go into a single class room in this building without noticing the artistic attempts of the pupils to decorate their desks. This is usually done with a pocket knife. The design or the initial is carved into the wood, making it almost impossible to ever be taken off. The next period the pupil sitting at that desk notices the work of his predecessor, approves of it, and if he cannot make an addition he takes his pen or pencil and goes over it. In this way it is “improved” every period of the day. This might be amusing at the Line, though it is hard to imagine any one enjoying destruction, but what a sight! What must visitors think of it, the visitors whose votes give or deprive us of the things we must have. No wonder the school bonds were not voted! More than that, it is little short of crime to wilfully destroy property belonging to others. Anyone with a real artistic sense would disagree with the vandal’s idea of beauty, and maintain that the desk-tops are artistic only when they are smooth-surfaced, the finish unmarred by any unsightly marks. HANNA WILBER. o MOUNT TAMALPAIS Upon the mountain’s lofty height. Sleeping in majestic might, The Indian maiden guards the graves Of her warriors bold, and brave. So has she watched, through many a night When moon and rain have came, alike. She teaches patience, faith sublime; It is a lesson for all time. GERALDINE HEIMS. JUNIOR ORCHESTRA The Junior Orchestra has a membership of the following students: First Violins — Pearl Rowland (leader), Billy Swable, Helen Boehrer, Teresa Wood, Bob Sims, Warren Webb, Howard Mallstrom. Second Violins — Thomas Farmer (leader), Josephine Jaymot, James Griffin, Helen Mills, Jack Bennett, Dorothy Morton. Cellos — Ruth Staples, Ruth Mohler. Cornets — First, Sam McReynolds, Reid Nicholls; second, Edson Gorman, Scott Haynes. Clarinets — First, Bill Barlow; second, Winfield Scott, Paul Vernier. Trombone — Allen Holmes. Double Base — Cortland Brooks. French Horn — Frank Parham. Viola — Betty Johnson. Flutes — Mark Mohler, Maxwell Halls. Drums — Bass, Max Hendrickson; snare, Fyle Byers. Pianist — Bruce Brumbaugh. Our Junior Orchestra has a new set of books this term and are doing very good work. They played two numbers at the “Music Week Concert,” in the High School Auditorium, Tuesday evening, May 19, and played at our school concert on May 26. o GLEE CLUB The members of the Glee Club are: Accompanist — Claire Tracy. Sopranos — Nell Boylin, Bernice Berger, Kathlyn Cla rk, Natalie Breechen, Maxine Wadsworth, Wilma Wyatt, May Hood, Margaret Herriott, Mildred Stewart, Alice Bishop, Verna Williams, Eleanor Abadie, Audra Richardson, Elizabeth Holling, Marshall Albee, Stephen Prescott, Cora Bryant, Anita McCombs, Eleanor Kierulff, Jean Down- ing, Anna Lynip, Betty Woodward, Katherine Candee, Bernice Archer, Jane Backus. Altos — Ida May Palmer, Carolyn Jones, Frances Rose, Frances Marchant, Beryl Scott, Josephine Jaymot, Dorothy Faunce, Lucile Harper, Florence Fuller, Beatrice Lathop, Alice Lehmer, Louise Man- gels, Catherine Davies, Nina Bancroft, Margaret Wynkoop, Dorothy Booth, Esther Kelley, Josephine Fessenden, Katherine Langan, Ina Hayes, Jean Martin. Alto Tenors — Lowell Kramer, Robert Bryant, Harland Williams, Richard Loosley, Fred Baker, Richard Van Etten, Sam McReynolds, Jack Boylin, James MacKay, Charles Badger. Basses — Robert Fallas, Wilfred Smith, Edward Montgomery, Gardner Armstrong, Albert Quatman, Donald Somerset, Harry Best, Bert Morton, Paul Christian, James Deardorf. Our Glee Club sang for the Music Week Concert at the High School, on Tuesday evening. May 19, and for our school concert on May 26. o WILLARD BAND The Willard Band has the following players: Solo Cornets — John McCallum, Donald Dalziel, Walter Miller, Robt. Fallas. First Cornets — Sam McReynolds, Reid Nicol, Stanley Bradshaw, Fdson Gorman. Second Cornets — John Myers, John Stewart, John Vance, Ralph Wood. Solo Clarinets — Bert Murman, McGregor Fallas, Chas. Olden- bourg, Harold Barnett. WILLARD BAND Second Clarinets — Bill Barlow, Geo. Hall, Warren Howell. Third and Fourth Clarinets — Paul Vernier, Wilho Perala, Win- field Scott, Robert Emerick. Piccolo and Flute — Maxwell Halls. Saxophones — Joe Deenng, Tom Swobe. First Horn — Frank Parham, Hilliard Ridgley. Second and Third Horn — Frank Galhson Tubas — Gardner Armstrong, Cortland Brooks. First Baritone — Carl Nieper. Second Baritone — Gene Chance. First Trombones — Herbert Barton, Allen Holmes. Second Trombones — Carl Holmes, Stewart Brooks. Bass Drum — Max Hendrickson. Snare Drums — Edward Brendle, Carl Byers, Niles Kinney. Our band has done wonderful work this term. It is the first school band of Berkeley to play over the radio. It played for our Spring Festival, for the Willard Mothers’ Club and general assembly. It played at the Music Week Concert in the High School Auditorium, Tuesday, May 1 9 and again at our school concert, May 26. WILLARD SENIOR ORCHESTRA SENIOR ORCHESTRA Our Senior Orchestra is represented by: First Violins — Pearl Rowland (leader), Donald Goode, Florence Staples, Sylvia Rosenquist, Sterling Gorrill, Ruth Ehlers, Anson Clark, Richard Lane, Claire Chapenot, Bert Morton, McCann Davis. Second Violins — Eleanor Barker (leader). Bob Sims, Madeline Eistrat, Moore Harrison, Warren Webb, Frank Clark, Bill Swabel, Geo. Hill, Teresa Wood. Cellos — Ruth Mohler, Ruth Staples. Viola — Annie Carlton. Double B ass — Robert Snuey, Cortland Brooks. Cornets — First, John McCallum, Walter Miller; second, Sam McReynolds, Donald Dalziel. Flutes — Gardner Armstrong, Maxwell Hills, Mark Mohler. Clarinets — First, Bert Murman, McGregor Fallas; second, Chas. Oldenbourg, Harold Barnett. Trombones — Allen Holmes, Herbert Barton. French Horn — Frank Parham, Frank Gallison. Drums — Bass, Max Hendrickson; snare, Lyle Byers, Edward Brendle. Pianist — Billy Wegener. We were sorry to lose one of our good first violinists, Frances Rede- will, who moved to the city and were glad to have Bert Morton take his place. We played for one general assembly and for the Willard Mothers’ Club. We played two numbers at the Music Week Concert in the High School Auditorium, on Tuesday evening, May 19. We played at the Willard Concert, May 26, and we played “curtain drops” for the two high ninth plays. We are sorry to learn that McCann Davis’ violin was stolen from his home. We will miss Donald Dalziel from our midst and regret Robert Fallas’ illness, whose place has been supplied by John McCallum. THE PIANO CLUB The Willard School Piano Club was organized this term with 64 members. At its first business meeting, January 14, 1925, the following officers were elected for the spring term: President, Kathlyn Clark; vice-president, Edward Nelson; secretary, Marjorie Staats. The first program was given by ninth grade members and consisted of the following numbers: 1. “Tarentella,” Charles Marjorie Staats 2. “Valse in E Minor,” by Chopin Murray Richards 3. “Pastoral,” Scarlatti Anona Pickard 4. “Chacone,” Henrie Roubier .Dons Walsh 5. “Witches’ Dance,” E. A. MacDoWell... .Kathryn Clark 6. “Album Leaf,” Grutzmacher Claire Tracy The second program was also given by ninth grade pupils: 1. “Robin’s Return,” Fisher Frances Marchand 2. “Traumerei,” Robt. Schumann — Jean Carson 3. “Watchman’s Song,” Grieg .Dorothea Goldsmith 4. “Minuet,” Paderewski Kathryn Jane Lewis 5. “Minuet,” Mozart . Harriet Wheeler 6. “Nocturn,” Chopin ...Margarita Allen 7. “Butterfly,” Lavalee Edith Taylor The third program was provided by eighth grade pupils: 1. “Tarentella,” MacDoWell Zona Macbeth 2. “La Czarine,” Ganne Betty Woodward 3. “To Spring,” Grieg Betty Shuey 4. “Octave Study,” Rogers .Elizabeth Holling 5. “Con Armore,” Paul Beaumont Maxine Wadsworth 6. “Serenade,” Schubert Bernice Williamson 7. “Valse,” Gurlitt Ruth Donnell The fourth program was rendered by eighth and ninth pupils: 1 . “Success Mazurka,” Bachman Helen Bachrea 2. “Minuet,” Paderewski .Dorothy Rubel 3. Gavotte,” Handel ...Gertrude Wepfer 4. “Spring Song,” Mendelssohn Mildred Bright 3. “Romance,” Puhenstein Vivian Allen 6. “Consolation,” Mendelssohn Charles Wolf 7. “By the Waves of Minnetonka,” Sevrance. Stella Fordman 8. “Scherzo,” Franz Schubert Marion Kelly 9. “The Second Waltz, Goddard David Maris 10. “Narcissus,” Nevin Inez Stedman — Marjorie Staats, Secretary. Her Reward pail and started for Screech Owl Patch, one and a half miles away. The patch being near Sunny Spring, she received her mother’s permis- sion to wade in the little spring. Mildred being very eager to pick the berries, began immediately. She sang her beloved song in a sweet, lovely voice. As she began, she looked up, and behold, not ten feet away, a huge, eager, listening bear. What could she do? No one was there to help her ! She stopped singing suddenly and the bear started walking toward her. Oh, what could she do! Sing? Yes! Did he not listen eagerly a few minutes ago? Mildred sang as she had never sung before, with a full heart, mak- ing her words up, singing for help right in the face of the most savage bear that loved to hear people sing. It was the very one that had killed so many of her beloved playmates. It stopped now, but when she sang softly, it moved toward her. Now, as she was singing, it happened that her father was just re- turning from the fields. Hearing her sing for help, he ran behind the bear, lifted his heavy ax and down it came on the huge head of the animal. Mildred fainetd in her father’s strong arms and she received one thousand dollars from the Government for her bravery and courage and for t he capture of the savage bear. URING a summer vacation at Sunny Spring Valley, Mildred was asked by her mother to pick some blackberries for lunch. Mildred enjoyed picking blackberries, so she hastened for her MIKI ICHIO. N the evening of May 29, the H9 classes under Mrs. Hall’s direction gave some scenes from Stephen Phillips’ drama, “Ulys- ses,” the story of Ulysses’ release from Calypso’s island, his return to Ithaca, and his final reunion with his wife and son. As a prologue, a reading from Tennyson’s poem, “Oenone” was given, accompanying a pantomime representation of the judgment of Paris, — showing the cause of the Tro- jan war, and so of Ulysses’ wander- ings. 1 he costumes and scenery designed by Miss Gibbs and the dances planned and taught by Geraldine Heims and Jane Backus, added much to the effectiveness of the play. The cast was as follows : THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS Oenone — - Alice Lewis Paris Jane Backus Iris — - Eleanor Kierulff Juno Alice Toland Venus — - Edwina Clayton Minerva _ Mary Dempsey Eris ---- Mildred Smith Prologue — “Ulysses. - ’ Gods: — Zeus Richard Van Etten Athene Helen Mills Poseidon — - Reginald Tibbetts Hermes George Hill Ganymede Minton Smith Mars Robert Neuhaus Ceres — - Kogiku Takahashi Diana Edith Nichols Calypso ---- Alice Bishop Mortals : — Ulysses Howard Wierum Telemachus Gardner Armstrong Penelope — - Phyllis Smith, Ruth Brazel Eumaeus .Gus Elbow Antinous Douglas Moore Ctesippus John Truran Eurymachus..— — Anson Clark Minstrel Edward Montgomery Melantho Lucile Harper Pheidon ..Regis Michand Chloris -- Virginia Carlyle Peiraeus ..James Barnhart Eurycleia — - Cora Bryant Sea-Nymphs ...Eleanor Kierulff, May Hood, Ruth Brazel, Jean Martin, Verna Williams, Marguerite Karsten Greek Maidens ----..Faith Stewart, Jean Martin, Verna Williams, Ruth Brazel, Eleanor Abadie, Virginia Martin, Eleanor Kierulff, Bernice Archer, Bernice Burger Attendants. ---- Ida May Palmer, Irene Jerstad, Virginia Field, Adeline Donnelly Dancers — - ..Jane Backus, Geraldine Heims Torch Bearers — Harry Noble, Douglas Thompson, Clarion Wood “THE MASQUE OE PANDORA” AND “PROSERPINE’S RETURN” On Tuesday evening, June second. High Ninth English students, under the direction of Miss Christy, presented Longfellow’s “Masque of Pandora” and “Proserpine’s Return,” arranged by the members of the class. The students participating in the program were: Cast of “The Masque of Pandora ” Pandora Frances Woolsey Hephaestus Laurance Graves Zeus Bill Barlow Aglaia ....Dorothea Asman Thalia Kathlyn Clark Euphrosyne... ----- Edna Bee Rogers Hermes Roderick Mays Prometheus — - Barney Allen Clotho. Dorothy Pierce Lachesis Jean Downing Atropos Elizabeth Jongeneel Epimetheus .Bruce Merrill Hope Marjorie Staats Youth Mildred Stewart Furies — Katherine Swift, Irma Sundstrom, Betty Shuey, Anna Lynip, Margaret Newlove, Myrna May Bearce, Wilma Wyatt. Pan..--.. Dorothea Goldsmith Satyrs — Jean Carson, Ruth Jacobs, Laura Bee, Nell Boylin. Dryads — Katherine Sneed, Lanette Scheeline, Helen Matthew, Doris Walsh. Oreads — Anita McCombs, Frances Shock, Margaret Hunter, Ina Hayes, Dorothy Rice. Naiads — Harriet Wheeler, Catherine Davies, Marianna Wooll, Edna Bee Rogers. Zephyrus Eugene Jurs Somnus. Joe Deering Notus— Frank McEneany Enrus... Allen Hershey Ivory Dreams.... ....Billy DeGraves, Lowell Kramer Horn Dreams Roy Pickens, Wilber Newell Sentinels of Sleep Ina Hayes, Irma Sundstrom Demons — Edna Bee Rogers, Kathlyn Clark, Dorothea Goldsmith, Jean Carson, Nell Boylin, Harriet Wheeler, Mildred Stewart. Cast of “Proserpine’s Return” Ceres Doris Walsh Winter ..Andrew Howatt Cyane Hanna Wilber Drought Elizabeth Rice Vertumnus-— Wickson Thomas Pomona Marjorie Searcy Flora Katherine Langhan Sylvanus Richard Loosley Pan — - Nell Boylin Wild Rose..—--- ..June Stone Mercury Roderick Mays Proserpine Marianne Wooll Satyrs — Harriet Wheeler, Edna Bee Rogers, Dorothea Goldsmith. Roses — Katherine Davies, Edna Bee Rogers, Elizabeth Rice, Dorothy Pierce, Jean Downing, Mildred Stewart, Dorothy Rice, Ina Hayes, Elizabeth Jongeneel. O The Spring Festival HE fourth annual Spring Festival of Willard School took place on April 3rd, the day preceding the Easter vacation. The day dawned with threatening clouds and spring show- ers, but by ten o’clock old Sol was in command, and from that time on, the day was glorious. The day’s festivities began at 9 : 30 with a program in the Auditorium given by the History Department. The program was presented in two sections — Ancient History and American History. The first included scenes from Egyptian and Grecian history, and a Mediaeval play — Roland and His Magic Horn. The second consisted of a Pageant of American History in the following episodes: 1. The Period of Discovery. 2. The Period of Colonization. 3. The Struggle for North America. 4. The Struggle for Independence. 5. The Formation of the Republic. 6. The Preservation of the Union. 7. Westward Expansion. 8. Territorial Expansion. 9. World Leadership. The program was voted a success, and, at the request of a number of mothers, was repeated on the evening of May 1 4th in order that the fathers might have an opportunity to see it. Following the program, the Mothers’ Club served luncheon in the yard. At one o’clock the parade formed. Practically the whole school was in costume. The costumes were all historical, and were arranged chronologically, beginning with the “Dawn of Man,” and ending with the “Modern Era.” The band led the parade through the corridors, around the yard, and past the committee of judges consisting of Mr. James, Miss Morse and Mrs. Ridgley. One can scarcely imagine a more inspiring sight than our eight hundred young people with their bright and happy faces set off by fantastic and colorful costumes. After the parade the students assembled in the Auditorium, where Mr. James awarded the prizes. The winners were: 1. 2 . 3 ! 4. 5. 6 . 7. 8 . 9. 10 . 11 . 12 . 13. Bernard Katschinski Russell Lang Vesta MacDonald Dorothy Andrews Alice Papen — Jordan Grane. Lowell Kramer Paul Christian Billy Swabel -- Alice Lehmer Mary Sperry Margaret Teall Florence Staples .—Cave Man Uncle Sam Egyptian Priestess ....Queen of France Indian Squaw Crusader Pirate ..Union Soldier Napoleon Pioneer Woman .Modern Era Modern Era Colonial Lady Following the awarding of the prizes, Mr. Clark, as “Uncle Sam” led the school in the salute to the flag, after which everybody adjourned to the yard where our own band gave a delightful concert on the terrace. The day’s festivities closed with a dance in the gymnasium. The programs for the pageants and the parade follow: MARCH OF AGES 1. Dawn of Man — 50,000 B. C. to 5000 B. C.: Cavemen, Etc. 2. Early Civilization — 5000 B. C. to 1 A. D. : Egyptians, Babylonians, Assyrians, Greece, Rome, Gods of all Nations. 3. Christian Era — 1 A. D. to 1200 A. D.: Barbarians, Saxons, Northmen, Gauls, Tartars, Slaves. 4. Renaissance — 1200 A. D. to 1600 A. D. : Knights, Pages, Kings, Queens, Court Ladies, Crusaders, Arabs, Moors, Pirates, Mediaeval Costumes, Peasants. 5. American Era — 1600 A. D. to 1900 A. D.: Indians, Explorers, Colonies, Slaves, Bondsmen, Cavaliers, Monks, Priests, Dutch, French Spanish, English, Quakers. Revolution Period, Expansion Period, D. Boone — Days of ’49: Miner, Cowboy, Bandit, Indian, Trappers, Guides, Pioneer, Civil War Period, blue and grey. 6. Modern Era — 1900 to now : Investors, World War, Foreign Nations, Uncle Sams, Liberty. PART I.— ANCIENT HISTORY PAGEANT Characters — History Sylvia Rosenquist Progress — Claire Tracy Faith Sarah Jane Snyder Hope — Anona Pickard Love... ....Elizabeth Smart Osiris Alice Bishop Egyptian King.... Whitney Jones Egyptian Queen Mildred Hungerford Egyptian Priestess Vesta MacDonald Egyptian Lady --- Ruth Brazel Egyptian Fan-bearer Billy Wegener Egyptian Banner-bearer — - Hubert Salsbury Sappho, Greatest Grecian Poetess , Ruth Rosedale Greek Minstrel- -- Virginia Caldwell Greek Poetesses Katherine Lewis, Elizabeth Bevington, Cicily Ann Utter, Helen Davis. Greek Banner-bearer Louis Attleweed Virgil, Greatest Roman Poet Murray Richards Roman Poets and Poetesses... Allen Hershey, Virginia Caldwell, Elizabeth Bevington, Cicily Ann Utter. Roman Banner-bearer ..James McKay PART II.— A MEDIEVAL PLAY “Roland and His Magic Horn” ACT I. Scene — A cave near Charlemagne’s castle. Characters — R oland (a boy) Byron Luther Oliver (a page)..... Richard Loosley Lady Bertha... — - Catherine Davies Knight Katherine Sneed Castle Attendant Edward Hemphill ACT II. — Six years later Scene — T he Court of Charlemagne. Characters — Charlemagne, the King — - Doris Walsh Lady Bertha..... Catherine Davies Roland.... ---- Delores Warner Oliver ..Richard Loosley Lady Alda Marianne Wooll Bishop Turpen Sam McReynolds Soothsayer — - Helen Matthews Malagi (the dwarf) — - Clifton Amsbury Princess of Cathay . Ruth Jacobs Warrior of Cathay — - Bernard Smith Princess’ Attendant „ Adelaide Rood Knight ---- Katherine Sneed Court Ladies Kathryn Swift, Frances Shock Jester — Laura Bee Court Attendant _ Byron Luther Dance — “The Fleur de lis” Claire Chaponot, Harriet Wheeler, Katherine Quayle, Virginia Carlyle, Anita McCombs, Mildred Stewart. Violinists — Pearl Rowland, Stirling Gorrill, Donald Goode. Singers — Kathlyn Clark, Beatrice Lathrop, Marjorie Boucher, Helen Boehrer, Frances Woolsey. ACT III. Scene I. — Forest near the Pass of Roncesvalles. Characters — Charlemagne Doris Walsh Knights .Katherine Sneed, Kathryn Swift, Frances Shock, James Barnhart Scene II. — Very near the Pass of Roncesvalles. Characters — King Charlemagne ----Doris Walsh Roland. Delores Warner Oliver-- __ Richard Loosley Bishop Turpen Sam McReynolds PART III.— AMERICAN HISTORY PAGEANT Prologue — Junior Barclay. Incidental Music — (1) “Colonists’ Song,” (words by Thomas Farmer, H 7) ; (2) “Fourth of July”; (3) Keller ' s American Hymn; (4) Massa’s in the Cold, Cold, Ground; (5) America’s Call; (6) Hail the Flag. Episode I. — Period of Discovery. King of France, Elsworth Drew; Queen of France, Dorothy Andrews; Queen of Spain, Betty Houghton; Pages, Mark Mohler and William Wachob. Ladies in Waiting — Jean Smith, Marie Sinne, Margaret Welbon. Trumpeter — John McCallum. Spanish Explorers — Columbus, Robert Sullivan; Magellan, Corinne Berghoefer; De Soto, George McClasky; Balboa, Bernice Williamson. French Explorers — Cartier, Stella Fortmann; Champlain, Lowell Russell; Mar- quette, Olive Mackenzie. English Explorers — Sir Francis Drake, Jack Marchant; Sir Walter Raleigh, Kenneth McCorkle; Martin Frobisher, Frederick Irwin. Episode II. — Period of Colonization. Spaniards — Evelyn Miller, Joan Goodwin and Katherine Macbeth. Royalists — Thomas Farmer, Marjorie Mathews, Lois Scouler, Daisy Richardson, Margaret Lee, Betty Ann Aldridge, Ruth Dyer. Pilgrims — Allen Peel and Madeline Allison. Puritans — Dorothy Batdroff and Norris Reinhardt. Quaker — Bob Sims. Follower of Lord Baltimore — Philip Ennis. Dutch — Virginia Van Sickle, Marie Evans, Gail Montgomeiy, Nayne de Seims. Scotch — Virginia Terhune. Debtors — Richard Layne, Milon Brown. Bond Servants — Robert Fennell, Harold Zanzat. Kidnapped Immigrants — Carl Macbeth, David Agnew. French — Katherine Jones, Billy Martin, Eleanor Bolton. Indians — Alexander Russell, Duncan Douglas, Jane Pennebaker. Episode III. — Struggle for North America. General Montcalm, Wilson Combs; General Wolfe, Breckenridge Thomas. French Soldiers — Sheldon Allen, Helen Barnhardt, Charles King, Ben Wilbur, Elsie Rutland, Bernice Brock, Douglas Allan. English Soldiers — Billy Gorman, Allen Fowle, William Welch, Faye Wrinkle, Rosalind Armstrong, Cecil Cole, Dorothy Morton. Episode IV. — Struggle for Independence. Thomas Jefferson, Raymond Huston; John Adams, Jack Carver; Robert Liv- ingston, J. V. Rice; John Hancock, Warren Howell; Mrs. John Witherspoon, Esther Kelley; Mrs. Mathew Thornton, Helen Eveleth ; Mrs. Edward Rutledge, Anna Macey; Mrs. Roger Sherman, E’toile Peck; Mrs. George Ross, Helen Angell; Mrs. James Madison, Vivian Allen; Mrs. Thomas Nelson, Leora Hibernian; Mrs. Philip Livingston, Florence Staples; Mrs. Josiah Baetlett, Margaret Swift; Mrs. Charles Carroll, Sharlene Garloug ' h; Mrs. William Whipple, Frederica Hanson; Mrs. William Randolph, Charlotte Wolf; Mrs. John Hancock, Jean Stover; Mrs. William Floyd, Vivian Carlson; Mrs. Francis Lee, Helen Rutherford; Mrs. Arthur Middleton, Alice Gannon; Mrs. Richard Stockton, Josephine Fessenden; Mrs. Oliver Wolcot, Dorothy Hunter. Episode V. — Formation of the Republic. Supporters of the Constitution, Bety Woodward, Jeanette Winters; Standard Bearer, Margaret Wyncoop; Liberty, Gretchen Johnson; Chorus, Keller’s American Hymn. Episode VI. — Preservation of the Union. Columbia, Eleanor Barker; Slaves, June Cochran, Georg’e Hall, Billy Price; Federal Sovereignty, Lida Schneider; State Sovereignty, Helen Harding; The North, Paul Christian; The South, Knight Warford. Episode VII. — Westward Expansion. American Eagle, Harold Sanford; Uncle Sam, Ruskin Howell; Miss France, Josephine Jewett; Miss Alsace-Loraine, attendant on Miss France, Marie Louise Midland; Gen. Andrew Jackson, Alan McClay; Miss Spain, Naomi Smith; Gen. Santa Ana, President of Mexico, Dorothy Duffy; Attendants on Gen. Santa Ana, Mexican Indian, Ruth Pritchard; Spanish Mexican, Daisy Marchant; Mexican Cowboy, Francis Brown; Mexican, Harper Thomson; Gen. Sam Houston, John Dunlap; John Bull, Robert Davis; Old-fashioned English Lady, attendant on John Bull, Jean Swanson; Old-fashioned Ameri- can Lady, Georgia Ellen Rule. Episode VIII. — Territorial Expansion. Miss Russia, Hinda Morgan; Attendants to Miss Russia, Two Eskimos, George Adams, Ernest Hughes; Miss Spain, Naomi Smith; Miss Philippine, Futhellus Welbon; Miss Guam, Frances Grimes; Miss Porto Rico, Eleanor Deacon; Miss Hawaii, Enid Clayton; Miss Hawaii, Pauline Quayle; Mr. Tutuila, James Savage; President Roosevelt, Warren Manuel; A Panaman, attendant to Pres. Roosevelt, Barbara Hansen; Danish King, Virginia Faunce; Miss Virgin Islands, Helen Leissenring. Episode I.- — World Leadership. Announcer, Lloyd Scouler; Peace, Eileen Mitchell; Uncle Sam, Russell Lang; Washington Conference, Robert Shirey; Dawes Plan, Robert Rice; Italy, Fred Heitman; China, Maxine Wadsworth, Dorothy Verrender; Egypt, Natalie Brecheen; Turkey, Louise Mangels; Spain, Zona Macbeth, Eleanor Storer, Robert Bryant, Fulton Tooker, Paul Hettish; Ireland, Doris Reed, Betty Carpenter; Sweden, Pauline Lindquist; Japan, Agnes Matsuda, Mild Ichio; England, Allen De Kay; Scotland, Howard Walstrom; Holland, Jane Sexton; Russia, Sylvia Morris; Philippines, Gertrude Weber; Gypsies, Mary Phyllis Ward, Barbax-a McKay; Belgian, Dorothy Rubel. for SCHEDULE The Athletic Activities of the Berkeley Junior the Spring term, 1925, as follows: High Schools were scheduled All All BASKETBALL Referees boys ' games. gii ' ls’ games. Aliss .AIx Hjelte responsible. Richardson responsible. Two Note: The 105 and 115-lb. classes, both boys and girls, will play Tuesdays. The unlimited class, both boys and girds, will play Thursdays, games — same day — same place — Tuesdays — 105 and 115-lb. weight classes. Schools Date Place (girls) Place (boys) Edison vs. Garfield... Feb. 10 Edison Garfield Burbank vs. Willard. Feb. 10 Burbank Willard Edison vs. Willard... Feb. 17 Willard Edison Burbank vs. Garfield. Feb. 17 Garfield Burbank Edison vs. Burbank... Feb. 24 Edison Burbank Willard vs. Garfield.:. Feb. 24 Willard Garfield One game — each day — each place — Thursdays — Unlimited weight classes. Schools Date Place (girls) Place (boys) Edison vs. Garfield... Feb. 12 Garfield Edison Burbank vs. Willard. Feb. 12 Willard Burbank Edison vs. Burbank... Feb. 19 Burbank Edison Willard vs. Garfield. Feb. 19 Garfield Willard Edison vs. Willard Feb. 26 Edison Willard Burbank vs. Garfield. Feb. 26 Burbank Garfield BASEBALL Umpires: Games played at Garfield, Mr. Hjelte, Director of Physical Educa- tion; games played at James Kenney, Mr. Gooch; games played at San Pablo, Mr. Wiglund or Mr. Corley. (Choice of field goes to school in italics.) Burbank vs. Garfield and Edison vs. Willard Tuesday, April 14th. Willard vs. Garfield and Edison vs. Burbank Friday, April 17th. Willard vs. Edison and Garfield vs. Burbank Tuesday, April 21st. Edison vs. Garfield and Burbank vs. Willard ...Friday, April 24th. Burbank vs. Edison and Garfield vs. Willard Tuesday, April 28th. Willard vs. Burbank and Edison vs. Garfield Friday, May 1st. BASKETBALL WINNERS BASKETBALL As usual, the basketball season opened and closed with unlimited energy and enthusiasm. The 1 05-lb. girls won all three inter-school games against Edison, Garfield and Burbank and thus became the Wil- lard champions. The lineup was: Forwards — Lucile Harper, Ina Hayes, Harriet Wheeler. Centers — Kogiku Takahashi, Anms Carse, Dorothy Faunce. Guards — Minnie Garfinkel, Virginia Clark, Audra Richardson. Subs. — Miki Ichio, Margaret Teall, Naomi Chisholm. The Girls’ Unlimited Basketball Team — Mary Sperry, Dorothy Pierce, Pearl Rowland, Jean Downing, Anna Lymp, Katharine Sneed. Lucille Whipple, Catharine Allen, Madeline Eistrat and Elizabeth Rice. The Boys’ 105-lb. Basketball Team won their W’s by defeating Edison and Burbank. The team was composed of Edgar Hemphill, John Carbone, Price Hoppin, Edward Golly, Ernest Takake, Frank Kawakami, Bernard Smith, Jim Mackay, John Hall, Joe Reading, Billy DeGraves, Clarion Wood and Harper Thompson. The 1 1 5-lb. Boys’ Basketball Team was selected from the following names: Geo. Hill, George Brasfield, Herbert Johnson, Robert Pollard, Hilliard Ridgley, Clark Julian, Martin Finnadore, Donald Goode and Frank McEneany. The Unlimited Boys’ lineup was: Bill Barlow, Charles Olden- bourg, Harold Stevens, Howard Wierum, Robt. Fallas, Jack Walton, Malcolm Hill, Volney Labarthe, James McAuhffe, Donald Somerset, Ted Jerstad, Dick McCarthy, Walter Miller, Wilfred Smith and Gus Elbow. PLAYGROUND BASEBALL The High Nine Girls won the inter-class playground ball series. The team was as follows: Lucile Harper, Harriet Wheeler, Frances Woolsey, Minnie Garfinkel, Catherine Davies, Anna Lymp, Dorothy Faunce, Mildred Stewart, Alice Bishop, Bernice Archer, Katharine Sneed, Edith Nichols, Dorothy Rice, Virginia Carlyle, Eliza- beth Rice, Ruth Brazel, Jean Downing, Alice Lewis. The Low Nine Boys upset tradition by winning the playground ball series. The lineup: Donald Barnes, Walter Miller, Jack Walton, Clifford Peterman, George Hill, Price Hoppin, John Hall, Charles Oldenbourg, George Brasfield, Edward Golly, Donald Rubel, Cyril Orley, Roger Stevens, Joe Reading, Jim Mackay, Paul Oliver and Hilliard Ridgley. BASEBALL The hard baseball lineup was: Wilford Smith, p; Clarion Wood and Winfield Scott, c; Bill Bar- low, lb; Harold Stevens, 2b; Robt. Cummings, 3b; Ernest Takake, ss; Herbert Johnson, If; John Carbone, cf; Lewis Nevin, rf. The usual difficulties beset the hard baseball season. When Willard has a nearby playground, it will be possible to put on a winning baseball team. Without practice, no team can be top notch. Willard ma- terial is excellent and Burbank was defeated by a 3 to 0 score. o TRACK MEET— FRIDAY, MAY 8TH, 1925 As heretofore — we reweigh for Track Meet. Order of Events 1. Parade of Competitors. (Contest in Posture.) 2. Field Events: Five weights classes, viz: 85, 95, 105, 115 and unlimited Boys’ Events, all weights Running Broad Jump High Jump Basketball Throw for Distance Jump and Reach 3. Track Events: I. 85-lb. Class — 50-yd. Dash Boys’ Finals Girls’ Finals II. 95-lb. Class — 50-yd. Dash Boys’ Finals Girls’ Finals Girls’ Events, all weights Standing Broad Jump Baseball Throw for Distance Basketball Throw for Distance Jump and Reach III. 105-lb. Class — 75-yd. Dash Boys’ Finals Girls’ Finals IV. 115-lb. Class — 100-yd. Dash Boys’ Finals Girls’ Finals 4. Track Events: (a) Boys’ (b) Girls’ (a) Boys’ (b) Girls’ (a) Boys ' (b) Girls’ V. Unlimited Class — 100-yd. Dash Boys’ Finals Girls’ Finals Relays: Each team is composed of five runners. (a) (b) 85-lb. class... 250 yds.. 85-lb. class. 95-lb. class. 95-lb. class. .50 yds. each .250 yds 50 yds. each II. .250 yds 50 yds. each .250 yds 50 yds. each 105-lb. 105-lb. III. class. class.. .375 yds .75 yds. each .375 yds ...75 yds. each IV. list runner 75 yds. 115-lb. class .440 vds. 2nd runner 75 yds. ( 3rd (a) Boys’ (b) Girls’ 115-lb. class 440 yds. (a) Boys ' (b) Girls’ V. runner 90 yds. 4th runner 100 yds. 5th runner 100 yds. Unlimited Unlimited class 440 yds. class 440 yds. VI. Same distances as for 115-lb. class Boys- Medley Relay 440 yds. { (105-lb. class 90 yds. Girls’ Medley Relay 440 yds. 115-lb. class 100 yds. (Unlimited class..._100 yds. BOYS’ RECORDS — Berkeley Junior High Schools Event We ight Class Winner School Year Record 50-yd. Dash .. 85-lb. Klein Edison 1923 6-7 50-vd. Dash .. 95-lb. Wm. Morrison Willard 1921 6-3 75-yd. Dash.... ..105-lb. C. Wentz Garfield 1922 7-4 100-yd. Dash ..115-lb. H. Wilmhurst Edison 1923 11-3 100-yd. Dash .Unlimited B. Handling Garfield 1923 10-4 85-lb. F. Smart Willard 1924 4 ' 7 95-lb. L. Graham Willard 1923 4 ' 8 y A High Jump 105-lb. Walker Willard 1924 4’ 8 115-lb. Ross Garfield 1924 5 ' 1 Unlimited T. Reid Garfield 1924 5 ' 4 85-lb. M. Berry Willard 1922 14 ' iy 2 Running Broad 95-lb. R. Pidgeon Willard 1921 15 ' 4 Jump 105-lb. C. Lofaso Burbank 1923 16 ' iy 2 115-lb. O. Harbick Burbank 1923 is ' 4y 2 Unlimited Z. Gardner Garfield 1923 18 ' 2 85-lb. O. Freitag Garfield 1923 80 ' 9 Basketball Throw 95-lb. DeMert Edison 1921 83 ' 9 for Distance 105-lb. Farnsworth Garfield 1924 85 ' 2 115-lb. G. Scurvy Edison 1923 88 ' Unlimited F. Abadie Willard 1924 107 ' 7 85-lb. Bischoff Willard 1924 2iy 2 95-lb. Willard 1924 21 Jump and Reach 105-lb. Freitag Garfield 1924 25 115-lb. Sleep Edison 1924 Unlimited Dennison Garfield 1924 28 Young Garfield 1924 28 GIRLS’ RECORDS — Berkeley Junior High Schools Event Weight Class Winner School Year Record 50-yd. Dash .... 85-lb. R. Isaac Edison 1923 7- 50-yd. Dash .... 95-lb. L. Kress Willard 1921 7- 75-yd. Dash ...105-lb. R. McJunkin Edison 1922 8-2 100-yd. Dash ...115-lb. R. McJunkin Edison 1923 12-4 100-yd. Dash ...Unlimited A. Sears Burbank 1923 13-1 85-lb. -L- Swabel Willard 1923 7 ' 1 Standing Broad 95-lb. A. Carlvera Burbank 1922 7 ' i y 2 Jump 105-lb. A. Carlvera Burbank 1923 T 5 115-lb. M. Watts Garfield 1923 7 ' % Unlimited L. Smith Edison 1924 7 ' 10 L. People Garfield 1924 7 ' 10 85-lb. R. Lockyer (80) Edison 1922 55 ' 5 Basketball Throw 95-lb. M. Gagliagdi Burbank 1922 57 ' 2 for Distance 105-lb. M. Garfinkel Willard 1924 62 ' 115-lb. B. Peterson Willard 1923 60 ' 3 Unlimited E. Cawthorne Garfield 1923 76 ' 7 85-lb. E. Randall Willard 1922 117 ' Baseball Throw 95-lb. D. Bernardou Burbank 1924 131 ' 8 for Distance 105-lb. E. Cawthorne Garfield 1922 141 ' 115-lb. D. Kykenen Edison 1923 123 ' 8 Unlimited A. White Burbank 1923 150 ' 85-lb. B. Francis Willard 1924 19jg 95-lb. E. Shelby Burbank 1924 215 Jump and Reach 105-lb. E. Stewart Garfield 1924 21J F. Texas Bui’bank 1924 21 5 Unlimited Z. Harris Garfield 1924 24 Willard holds 15 records — 1925 o TRACK MEET, MAY 8, 1925 (Official Report) Total points made: Garfield, 1st 2951 . Edison, 3rd.... .....173 Willard, 2nd 194 Burbank, 4th 83 Total points made by boys and girls separately: Girls Boys Garfield ...138 Garfield .....157 Edison 97 Edison ..... 76 Willard 86 Willard .....108 Burbank ----- 52 Burbank ..... 30 Posture Contest Willard First Garfield (tied). ......Third Edison Second Burbank (tied) ......Third Winners of Posture Parade : 1921, Willard; 1922, Willard; 1923, Burbank; 1 924, Burbank ; 1925, Willard. TRACK VICTORS Willard Boys’ Track Entrants 85-Lb. Class Name E vent Place Ira Boehrer Jump and Reach First Howard Wallstrum Weight Relay Third Jack Parkinson Weight Relay and Medley Relay Third David Agnew Weight Relay Third Dick Cutler Weight Relay Third George Metz High Jump . Third Kenneth McCorkle, (sub.) — - Gordon Goode Running Broad Jump.. Fourth Raymond Sykes Jump and Reach Third Ralph Unruh Running Broad Jump David Maris. Jump and Reach ...Fourth Shingi Yamamoto Weight Relay Third Harold Barnett Basketball Throw Bert Murman High Jump Second Sam McReynolds, (sub.) Dash Fourth (Subs.) — Akira Oshida, Arba Overholzer, Takao Hikoyeda, Hideo Wakayama. Name Jack Bennett Tom Stallworth, Neal Callahan... John Wood Joe Reading Billy DeGraves.. Seth Lee Clai’k.. Miron Brown...... Harvey Brown.. Albert Bischoff.. Jack Boylin Donald Rubel 95-Lb. Class Event Place Running Broad Jump. (sub.) ---- Weight Relay First High Jump Second Jump and Reach, (new record 23)4 ) First Weight Relay First Weight Relay First Weight Relay First High Jump Third Jump and Reach Second Running Broad Jump Fourth Dash Third Cyril Orley John Carbone... Paul Oliver Frank Kochritz Name Horace Glasson Joe Muldoon, (sub.) Alex Russell, (sub.) Chris Mangels Robeley Matheson Kenton Leg ' g Paul Bergeman David Sargent Harper Thompson, (sub.) Daniel Stagen Frank Shirey — - Simeon Randael Alex Saba Judson Van Matre, (sub.) Douglas Scott Roger Stevens, (sub.)-— .. Price Hoppin Jack McCallum John Hall Name Billy Van Voorhies Bert Morton Herbert Johnson Martin Finnadore Ralph Purnell Robt. Pollard Frank Kawakami Donald Goode, (sub.).. Warren Wright Richard Morris, (sub.) Allen Holmes George Hill. Dana Ward Name Jack Walton, (sub.) Lewis Parce Jack Wyke Dick McCarthy, (sub.) Lee Bow Sam.. Harold Stevens Harley Kenney Elwood Chisholm Reginald Tibbetts, (sub.) Bill Barlow. Malcolm Hill Donald Barnes, (sub.) Charles Legg Robei’t Neuhaus Walter Miller Jump and Reach _ Basketball Throw Second .Weight Relay .Weight and Medley Relay First and Third 105-Lb. Class Event Place Basketball Throw, (new record 90 ' 4 )— First .Weight Relay Second .Jump and Reach •Jump and Reach Running Broad Jump Jump and Reach... Third Weight Relay Second .Running Broad Jump Third Dash _ Third High Jump Fourth Weight and Medley Relay Second and Third Weight Relay Second High Jump.. Weight Relay Second 115-Lb. Class Event Place Weight Relay ...First Running Broad Jump Fourth Basketball Throw, (new record 99 ' 7 ). First .Running - Broad Jump... .Weight Relay First .Dash Fourth Weight and Medley Relay First and Third Weight Relay. First Jump and Reach Weight Relay First High Jump.. Unlimited Class Event Place .Running Broad Jump -—....Fourth .Weight Relay First .Dash Third Jump and Reach Weight and Medley Relay First and Third .Weight Relay. First .Jump and Reach. High Jump First High Jump Second .Jump and Reach .Weight Relay First Weight Relay First Willard Girls’ Track Entrants Name Edith Taylor Enid Clayton Emma Lucey Virginia Faunce Ada Overholzer, (sub.).. Jane Penneybaker Rosalind Ernest Doris Stewart Eliz. Pennell Helen Boehrer Ruth Jacobs Shizer Negishi Barbara Hanson Esto Fraser Pauline Quayle Name Evelyn Miller Blanche Holmes Lona Olver Phyllis Perrier Margaret Callahan Marjorie Dunlap Katharine Quayle Mary Hatch Nell Boylin Carol Hughes, (sub.)—— Ruth Hanley Helen Ridings, (sub.) Edith Nichols Josephine Cravens Vivian Allen Mary McIntosh Eloise Kropke Minnie Garfinkel, (sub.) Name Eleanor Cheek Idoline Rosekranz.. Katharine Candee Kogiku Takahashi... Louise Mangels Barbara McKay Jane Guild Dorothy Verrinder Virginia Clark Annis Carse.. Dorothy Faunce Alice Butler Miki Ichio Name Lila Brown, (sub.) Ruth Rosedale Margaret TealL. Beryl Scott Leora Hillerman Marion Nehaus 85-Lb. Class Event .iW eight Relay .Dash -Baseball Throw .Basketball Throw ..Broad Jump ..Broad Jump ..Weight Relay ..Jump and Reach- ..Weight Relay ...Weight and Medley Relay. ..Jump and Reach ..Jump and Reach -Baseball Throw ..Weight Relay 95-Lb. Class Event ...Weight Relay ...Basketball Throw ..Jump and Reach ...Dash ...Weight Relay ...Baseball Throw.. ..Weight Relay ...Weight Relay ..Weight and Medley Relay Weight Relay .Broad Jump .Jump and Reach... Baseball Throw .Jump and Reach Jump, (new record 7 ' 4 ) 105-Lb. Class Event .Jump .Dash .W eight Relay .Jump and Reach... .Weight Relay .Weight Relay Jump .Baseball .Weight and Medley Relay. .Jump and Reach .Basketball Throw Weight Relay .Jump and Reach 115-Lb. Class E vent Weight and Medley Relay. Baseball Throw .Weight Relay .Weight Relay .Jump and Reach Place Fourth Fourth First Second Fourth First Fourth Fourth and Second Second Fourth Fourth Place Fourth ...Third ....First Fourth Fourth Fourth Fourth Fourth and Second Fourth Second Second ..Third ....First ...First Place ...Third ..Third ....First ...Third ..Third Second Third and Second Fourth Fourth Third Second Place Second and Third Third Third Fourth Fourth Fourth ...Third ...First .’. .Third Place ...First ..Third .’.Third Fourth ..Third ..Third THE SEASONS The hills are green, In early spring; The flowers smile, The meadow larks sing. Then comes summer When the air is still ; The grasshoppers whir On the sunny hill. When autumn comes, The hills are brown; Happy vacationists Come back to town. At last comes winter, When the rain falls down. To change the hills, From their autumn brown. Nayne De Seims Basketball Throw Louise Attletweed Jump Dorothea Asman Dash Adelaide Rood Jump Mildred Bright Weight Relay Margaret Welbron Baseball Throw Naomi Chisholm.... -Jump and Reach Audra Richardson .Jump and Reach Elizabeth Holling, (sub.) -—.... Bernice Burger Weight Relay Unlimited Class Name Event Anna Lynip Basketball Throw, (68 ' 10 ). Helen Davis Jump Krille Cunningham Baseball Alice Winslow, (sub.) -—.... Ruth Rosekranz, (sub.) -—.... Katherine Schneyroff... Jump and Reach.. Mary Sperry, (sub.) -—.... Faith Stewart Weight Relay Helen Smith .Jump and Reach Elizabeth Rice Dash Betty Ann Aldridge Weight Relay Catherine Allen Baseball Throw Madeline Eistrat Weight Relay Marion Humphrey Standing Broad Jump Dorothy Mitchell Jump and Reach - 0 - MARY MC INTOSH. Edward Magnus — “I have an idea.” Barbara Barber — “Be good to it. It is in a strange place.” H arrison Manley — “Ouch, I just hit my crazy bone.” McGregor Fallas — “Well, you wouldn’t if you’d keep your hat on.” What advantage has a stamp over a small boy? It can only be licked once. Teacher — “Minnie, how long did you study your lesson?” Minnie Garfmkel — “Forty minutes by railroad time.” Teacher — “What do you mean by railroad time?” Minnie — “Counting stops and all.” “Now, John Wood,” said the teacher, “can you name a cape in Alaska?” “No’m,” replied John. “That’s right, Cape Nome.” Sylvia Rosenquist (in L9 Sewing) — “I just have to cut out my neck and hem it and then I’ll be through.” Poor Sylvia! Robert Munger (ina restaurant) — “Waiter, bring me a waffle and a bowl of alphabet soup. I want to do a cross-word puzzle.” Charles Oldenburg — “Where are you going on such a hot day with so many coats, John?” John Truran — “I am going to paint the shed, and in the directions it said to use as many coats as possible.” Gretchen Johnston — “I heard a frog croak this morning. It s a sign of spring.” Marion Kelly — “Well, every swallow can’t make a summer.” Gretchen — “Yes, but every frog can make a spring!” Mother — “Jane, you can’t go out in the rain, — your rubbers leak.” Jane Backus — “ That’s all right, mother. I’ve got pumps inside of them.” Barbara Barber — “What relation is a door-step to a door-mat?” Betty Barber — “What relation?” Barbara — “A step farther.” Teacher (in Oral English) — “More color.” Grace Pew (reaching for her compact) — “And I thought I had too much on !” Stranger (to Robert Pollard) — “It seems to me I must have run across your face before.” Robert — “Oh, no. It’s always been this way.” George Landers — “I call my Ford ‘Opportunity.’ ” Robert Munger — “Why?” George — “Because opportunity knocks.” Teacher (in High Nine Music) — “Gus! there is no sleeping in this room.” Gus — “I know it. I’ve been trying it for the last half hour.” Eleanor Kierulff — “Verna, why don’t you bob your hair?” Verna Williams — “I can’t decide on the style. I don’t know whether to have it look like a whisk-broom or a feather duster.” Teacher — “Now, George, what is a niche in a church?” George Brasfield — “It’s just like an itch anywhere else ,only you can’t scratch it as well.” Roy Pickens (after coming home from the dentist’s) — “Mother, I thought you said that that dentist was painless.” Mother — “Well, isn’t he?” Allen — No. I bit his finger and he yelled like anyone else.” Catherine Davies — “Can you tell me why a black cow gives white milk that makes yellow butter?” Kathlyn Clark — “For the same reason that blackberries are red when they’re green.” Richard Looseley (to Don Dalziel) — “It says here that Theseus was an ‘Attic hero.’ What does that mean?” Don — “How could you be so foolish? That means he was a junk dealer.” Wickson Thomas — “Callisto was the ancestor of Atalanta and was turned into a bear.” Bill Barlow — “Hooray for her! I’m glad to see that she knows a good college.” Alice Bishop (proudly) — “I can trace my ancestors all the way back to a family tree.” Milly tSewart (scornfully) — “That’s nothing to be proud of. There are only two things that roost in trees. One is monkeys and the other birds, and you haven’t any feathers.” “If half the road were made of jam, The other half of bread. How very nice my walks would be,” Big Barney Allen said. June Stone — “I went to the Sympathy Concert, did you?” Hanna Wilbur — “No. I got it over the radiator.” Marianne Wooll (to Frances Woolsey) — “What do you think of my new dress?” Frances — “Gee! It’s ripping !” Marianne — “Mercy, bring my coat!” Richard Van Etten — “The stars are very numerous to-night.” Allen Hershey — “Yes, and the’re lots of them, too.” Maggie Newlove had a pen, Its ink was black as silk. She had to wait so long for lunch She drank the ink as milk. She also chewed her history book. Till her jaws they creaked and groaned. And then the buzzer told her That she could go right home. Teacher — “If you had more spunk, you would stand better in your class. Now tell me what spunk is.” Paul Duggan (tearfully) — “The past tense of spank.” Teacher (in History Class) — ' Which is Patricia and which is Esther?” Patricia Edwards — “This is me and that is her.” Billy Van Voorhies’ wish — “Onward, O onward, O Time in they flight, And may the bell ring before I recite.” Jeff Braithwaite’s Meditations “One’s” about me swiftly fly; They take one look and then pass by. “Two’s” slip round me kinda slow But when I beckon, off they go. “Three’s” they saunter, and hesitate; I make a grab, — always too late. “Four’s” take my arm and linger long, But when I tell them they are wrong, “Five’s” amble up and smiling say, “Oh hear you are! We’ve come to stay.” Tom Swobe (to Jimmie Hind) — “Tom, what do you think of my new shoes?” Jimmie Hind — “Immense.” Teacher — “Allan, what did you say?” Allan Macintosh — “Nothing.” Teacher — “Yes, I know, but how did you express it that time?” Dons Walsh — “Where do you have the most difficulty in making a speech?” Marjorie Staats — “In my knees.” Teacher — “ 1 hat’s the fourth time you’ve looked at Roderick May’s paper. Stop it!” Frank McEneany — Yes, but Roderick is such a punk writer!” Janice Watson (to Mane Hall who was chewing gum rather loudly) — “I hear you are enj oying your gum.” Beatrice Lathrop — “Marion Cheek was vaccinated last week.” Margaret Moloney — “The doctor must have vaccinated her with a victrola needle.” Beatrice — “Why?” Margaret — “Because she has been talking so much lately.” “I’ll flip a coin,” said Bert Murman. “If it comes up heads, we go to the movies; if it’s tails we go swimming, and if it stands on edge we’ll have to study.” Olga Alpen — “I’d like to have wings. It would be so nice and cool up in the sky.” Betty Hilliard — “It would be hot, near the sun.” Olga — “Well, I’d fly the other way, then.” Betty — “It would be hot that way, too.” Paul Duggan (to Charlie Kittenbach) — “When are you going to stop growing?” Charlie — “When you begin.” Barber (to Mildred Stewart) — “Does that suit you?” Mildred (absentmindedly) — “You have cut it altogether too short. A little longer please.” Barbara Barber (on duty) — “Hats off, feet still, tongues moving, and no walking!” Jack Walton (to Gus Elbow) — “See here, some day I’m going to give you a piece of my mind.’’ Gus — “Oh, Jack, that would be foolish! Why divide up such a little thing as that?” Gertrude Asman (to Jeannette Winters) — “I have to go to the octopus this afternoon to have my eyes examined.” John Carbone (after he had heard a student give a talk in the Assembly Hall) — “Gee! he spoke well. He must have taken execution lessons.” John Hall (writing a composition on Ford) — “A ford used to be a place to cross a stream, but now it’s everywhere you try to cross the street. Traffic Officer (to Jean Stover who has just fallen down the stairs) — “Oh! did you miss a step?” Jean — “No! I hit every one of them.” Teacher (in History) — “What is the slowest time on record?” Jean Hartzell — “School-time.” Anona Pickard (distressed) — “Where can I find sympathy?” Marion Cheek — “In the dictionary.” “Aren’t you a big boy to have a nurse, Billy?” asked an old gentle- man of Billy De Graves. “Oh no,” said Billy. “She doesn’t look after me, anyhow. She’s here to take care of the boys I play with, and see that I don’t hurt ’em.” Dorothy Patricio — “What is knowledge?” Lennice Elliott — “The power to conceal what you don’t know.” Tom Dovell’s mother — “Hurry up, Tom, you’re late. Have you got your shoes on?” Tom Dovell — “Y es, mother, all but one.” Mark Jensen — “Do you think he meant anything by it?” Robert Cummings — “By what?” Tom — “He advertised a lecture on fools and my ticket said, ‘Admit Teacher (to class) — “Can anyone give me the name of a bush, tree, or flower beginning with dog, cat or the like, such as dogwood, or cat-tails?” Jack Boylin — “You bet, — collie flowers.” Edgar Hemphill (in History class) — “Him and the bishops led the war.” Virginia Carlyle — “Edgar made a dramatical error.” Edward Montgomery — “Say, are you a musician?” Gardner Armstrong — “Am I? I’ll say! I played on the linoleum at the age of two.” Marjorie Staats — “I’m working very hard to get ahead.” Frances Woolsey — “You sure do need one.” Roderick Mays — “Don’t you think football is a brutal spectacle?” Price Hoppin — “I don’t know. I think they handle the crowds pretty well.” Katherine Sneed — “Why does Clifton Amsbury wear his hair so long?” Anna Lynip — “Because he can create the impression that his head is fertile.” Teacher — “Byron, can you tell me which battle Nelson was killed in?” Byron Luther (after a moment of meditation) — “I think it was his last.” Breathes there a dog, with soul so dark. Who never to himself did bark, “Oh how I wish a cat would come!” Whose tail hath never beat the ground. As when a feline ventured ’round. And then did that same dog keep mum? If such there be, go mark him quick! For him no person throws a stick. Long be his teeth, curly his hair, Despite all this, such dogs are rare. Bernard Smith (rushing into Library) — I want the life of Caesar.” Librarian — Too late. Brutus took it several hundred years ago.” Andrew Howat — I tell you, this play makes me think.” Eugene Jurs — Miracle play, eh?” Teacher — What insect lives on the least food?” Joe Reading — The moth. It eats holes.” Teacher (to Bruce Merrill) — Bruce, what is wind?” Bruce — Wind is air in a hurry.” Robert Pollard — Hello! I want to order a box for to-morrow night.” Manager — What size?” Robert — There will be six of us in the party.” Manager — But they only come in single sizes.” Robert — Is this the California Theater?” Manager — No, this the undertaking parlors.” Druggist — Did you kill the moths with the moth balls I sold you?” Donald Somerset — No. I stayed up all night and I didn’t hit one.” Jack Walton went into a drug store and asked for some talcum powder : Do you want Mennen’s?” asked the clerk. Jack — No. I want women’s.” Wilfred Smith — I saw some delicious cherries growing on a tree this morning and I couldn’t reach them, so I asked the lady of the house if I could have a stepladder.” McCann Davis — Did she give it to you?” John — No, but she gave me a stare.” A tramp asked a farmer for something to eat, One day as he chanced there to stop. The kind-hearted farmer went out to the shed, And gave him an ax and feelingly said, Now help yourself to a chop.” Bernard Smith (hushing into Library) — “I want the life of Caesar. .librarian — ‘‘Too late. Brutus took it several hundred years ago.” A a chew Howal— A tel! you, this play makes me think.” Lr.geue Jur$ — Miracle play, eh?” Teacher — ’ What insect lives on the least food?” joe Reading — “ i he moth. Jt eats hoiesd Teacher (to Bruce Merrill) — Bruce; what is wind?” Bruce — Wind is air in a hurry.” Robert Pollard — Hello! 1 want to order a box for to-morrow night.” liwiM mm Manager — “ V hah size?” Robert — ”1 here ' will be six of us in the party.” ManageV — ' -“But they only come in single sizes.” • Robert — Is this the California Theater?” Manager — No, this the undertaking paCvcs?” 1 druggist — Did you ki ll the moths with the moth balls f sold you?” ■ Donald Somerset — No. I stayed up ah night and I didn’t lot one.” Jack Walton went into a drug store and asked for some talcum ,x dor : ‘A . C jR ' !. ” Do you want Mennen’s? asked the clerk. Jack— - No. I want women’s. Vv i if red Smith — 3 saw some delicious cherries growing on a tree this morning and I couldn ' t reach them, so I asked the lady of tire house it 1 could have a step! adder. McCann Davis — Did she give it to you?” ■ h”| — “No, but she gave me a stare.” A tramp asked a fanner for something to eat. One day as lie chanced there to stop. T he kind-hearted fanner went out to the shed, And gave him. an ax and f eelingly said, Now help youvsel 1 to a chop.”