Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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.

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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.