Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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All the girls entered gaily into the sport. They did not notice the darkening sky until big drops fell on the leaves overhead. Then there were exclamations of concern. Oh, gracious! cried Mary, I don ' t want to get all wet. Fairy queen, please stop the rain, begged Peggy, trying to keep the sport going, as well as to perk up the drooping spirits of her com- panions ; but it was impossible. Oh, Peggy, how can you? Don ' t you mind getting wet? re- proached Jean. Well, we can ' t help it, so we may as well stay here and make the best of it. April showers come and go, replied Peggy. The girls played around for awhile and tried to be merry and gay but none of them were good actresses. What time is it? Two- fifteen. Girls, don ' t be so depressed. We can ' t help it. Let ' s wait here till three. Then, even if it is still raining, we ' ll go. All right, let ' s hope for the best, replied Helen, Finally, three o ' clock came and it was raining the way it does when it means never to stop. Come, girls. Here we go, called the leader. Oh, Peggy, sobbed Patricia, I wore my new camping outfit for the first time. It ' ll get all spoilt. Wait a little longer. Let ' s wait, Peggy. The fairy queen has her way, replied Peggy with a deep curtsy. Time passed slowly but at three-ten the girls finally set out. That homeward journey did not seem to be made by the same girls. The farther they walked and the more it rained, the lower the girls ' spirits drooped. Finally they reached the town and parted on their various ways. Good-bye, called Peggy. ' Bye, murmured the rest. When Peggy reached home, she realized with a depressed feeling that the jersey loaded with water was longer and baggier. Peggy, dear, are you safe? exclaimed her anxious mother. Hop into bed and read. You may have supper in bed, too. After hanging the shapeless dress over the furnace draught, Peggy did as her mother suggested, ate some supper and then went to sleep, worn out with the excitement of the day. The next morning was again sunny. When Peggy finally got up and was putting on the now dry jersey, she thought it felt smaller. Look- ing in the mirror, she found it had shrunk to an exact fit. By giving it a pull here and there, she had it looking quite classy.