Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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

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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.