Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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April showers can do some good after all, she laughed. To- day ' s Sunday so I ' ll put on my pumps and new silk stockings. They ' re about the only things I have that were given to me when they were new. While she had been talking, she had hastily dressed and now viewed herself in the mirror. Not half bad, was her brief comment. Then combing her wavy bobbed hair, she slipped into her sister ' s room and, tak- ing a narrow blue ribbon from the dressing table, she twined it about her head twice. I ' m quite good looking after all. Running downstairs, she surprised her mother and sister by her smart appearance. Well! ejaculated Dorothy. You ' re not a baby any more. Are you, dear? I guess High School girls are not too young to have pretty clothes, remarked Mrs. Adams. Oh, how silly! She ' s only in High School, mother, replied Dorothy. What did you have when you were in High School? asked Mrs. Adams. — o — On Monday, Peggy Adams was absent. This was an unusual oc- currence and Helen suggested that Peggy probably had a cold from their Saturday picnic. On Tuesday, Peggy appeared all decked out in new clothes from head to toe. — VESTA NICKERSON. O Castles When the sun is setting And the sky ' s of golden hue, Then is the time to be thoughtful And build your castles new. Build your castles tall and strong, Make them of the purest. Have them fair in every way And they will build success each day. BETTY SHADE.