Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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Entering Peggy ' s room, she found her studying as she had surmised. Margaret darling, sister says she will give you this new jersey of hers. She ' s had it only two months and I think you might thank her for it, Mrs. Adams tactfully began. I ' d thank her to keep her own clothes, Peggy retorted. Why, Peg — , Margaret, I ' m surprised. Well, mother, you know she ' s bigger than I am and her clothes always look like potato bags on me. Peggy paused and then continued, She knows I ' m prettier than she is and she ' s jealous. I ' ve got curly hair and dimples. Her mother quite taken back at this new attitude in Peggy, merely responded, I ' m very much surprised at you. — o — The next day was Saturday. It dawned bright and fair. Peggy rose singing a happy little tune. I guess, she murmured, I ' ll wear the jersey. It ' s warm and I will not have to take a coat. It ' s quite pretty! If only it would fit me! But it ' s too long, and baggy about the waist. An hour later, laughing voices were heard and five merry girls called at the Adams ' s door. Hello, girls, I ' m coming. Oh, Peg, isn ' t it just a perfect day? Yes, and here I am, replied the leader. Forward, march. It ' s just about ten and we can go about five miles before we eat lunch. Patricia groaned. She was a pretty, dainty girl, but not much given to sports. Five miles is awfully far! Conversation never lagged until Patricia questioned with a sigh, What time is it, Peggy? I ' m sure we ' ve walked ten miles. Poor child, cooed Peggy, it ' s half past eleven and we ' ve not walked over four miles at the most. It ' s getting hot, chimed in Jean. Let ' s stop as soon as we find a nice spot. Yes, let ' s. It ' s getting sultry, too, Mary spoke up. I think I see just the place, called Helen who was in the lead. The spot she had sighted proved to be just right. It was a clump of trees and trickling through it was a small brook. They soon reached the spot and began arranging the lunches. Patricia shall be our fairy queen, called Peggy. Poor fairy queen is all tired out. Here ' s a posy wreath for her curls.