Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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

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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.

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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