Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Gladly he left their village. Upon arriving at his home, the braves rushed up and seized him. His disguise had been well carried out! Too astonished to speak, he was carried nearly the length of the village. He suddenly realized that they were going to throw him in prison. He protested, but the braves laughed at him. To prove that he was Man Yoo, he drew out the beads. Instantly the braves released him. They stood back and worshiped him, as was their habit. The women and children were astonished to see their braves worshiping a brave from the other tribe. When they heard the joyful news, they prepared a great banquet. The natives always attributed their later success to Man Yoo, who rescued the sacred beads of his own making. — LEORA HILLERMAN. O If I Were But a Buttercup If I were but a buttercup, How happy I should be To lift my face up to the skies And live a life so free. I ' d smile at every butterfly, And nod to all the bees, And tell them, You can come and go As often as you please. I ' d dance with every little breeze That blew along my way, And laugh with every little child That came near me to play. I ' d cheer each weary passerby By nodding him, Good-day, And hope that it would help him some Along his dreary way. Then when the stars began to blink, And ' twas the end of day, I ' d say, Good-night, to everything And fold my cares away. — MADELEINE BOND.

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time to win the confidence of the natives. In this moment they were paid for all their trouble. A neighboring tribe had risen against the Christians. This tribe was strong and therefore dangerous. The White Father stationed the men around the village. This was done none too soon for suddenly weird noises were heard. The natives listened. With one impulse they turned to Man Yoo. This was not a war cry but a cry of victory. Their youthful leader listened intently. His bewilderment turned to realization of the awful truth. When he had been making the sacred necklace, a spy had seen him and reported the fact. The tribe instead of coming to war had gone and seized the necklace. As it was holy, they would be victorious as long as they held it. He asked the White Father if he might see him. As he com- plied, Man Yoo slipped into the tent followed by the natives ' friend. When he was inside, he told the missionary what had happened. Im- mediately the White Father understood. Although he did not believe in the superstitions of the natives, he realized that he would not be able to control them if the necklace was not returned. They decided that Man Yoo should go to this camp in disguise and get the beads. They told the natives it was necessary for Man Yoo to make a trip to another mission. The natives were satisfied because this was often done. Late in the afternoon, Man Yoo set out for the neighboring village. It was intensely dark when he arrived at his destination. There were no guards around and so he was able to creep quietly from one hut to another. Finally he came to the most pretentious one. This was their religious house. Silently Man Yoo entered and soon located the beads. He glided out of the hut. A dog near by awakened and sent out the alarm. Although dressed like the inhabitants of the village, Man Yoo could not speak their language. In the dark he was mistaken for one of the young braves. The natives consulted him. He could not under- stand this language and without thinking replied in his native tongue. The people fell back in amazement, and then they fell upon him. Bind- ing him, they threw him on the ground in a hut. The next day the natives came to the tent and tortured him but they did not find the beads. That night several wild animals visited the camp. The people with fear consulted their soothsayer. He told them that the gods were angry because they held a certain prisoner. He also said they should free him or the wrath of the gods would be upon them. Thinking that it was Man Yoo, of whom he spoke, they went to his prison and freed him. Then taking him to the woods, they pointed out the path and told him to go.

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Getting a Fit for Peggy T WAS one of the first April days. The birds were singing, the bees humming, the wind whispering among the trees, and the flowers blooming. Peggy Adams hurried joyfully into the school grounds glad that winter ' s reign had at last past. She was greeted by a group of laughing girls. Peggy, we want to go for a hike into the country, Saturday. How about it? That ' s tomorrow, you know. We haven ' t been able to go on a hike for ages, piped in Joanna. That will be just swell, replied Peggy. I ' m just sick of movies and roasted marshmallows. Oh, goodie! A hike for me any day. Just what I wanted. Maybe it will ram, suggested Patricia. Wet blanket. Listen, girls. Meet at my house at ten and bring your lunches, called Peggy. Then the school bell rang. As Peggy was passing to her class room, she happened to overhear part of a conversation. I don ' t see why she ' s so popular, Doris was saying to her chum. We have much more money than she has and yet that set never so much as looks at us. And the clothes she wears! June replied. They ' re her sister ' s cast off junk. Peggy blushed, bit her hp, and hurried on. It was true. She did have to wear her sister ' s clothes. But she couldn ' t help it and didn ' t like to have other girls talk about it. The reason that they were not popular, Peggy could have told them, was that they thought too much about themselves. The rest of the school day passed slowly on and many times the stinging remarks of the morning made Peggy blush anew. — o — Really, mother, I want a new dress, Dorothy, Peggy ' s older sister was saying to her mother, and I need a new coat and hat to match. Dorothy, I think Peggy should have some new clothes, now. You are always having new things, replied Mrs. Adams. Oh, mother, the girl replied impatiently, she ' s only in High School. I ' ll give her this new jersey of mine. Mrs. Adams always granted every whim of her oldest girl, and in a moment, she was taking the new dress to Peggy.