Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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

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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