Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Spring Day in the Woods It was Spring Day in the woods, The animals all with care Dressed up in colorful costumes — Even the gruff old bear. The king sat on his great big throne Surveying the colorful scene. Beneath him sang the birds and bees Who laughed and played on the green. Then a band of musical crickets Struck up a lively tune, Which started the animals dancing. The crow danced with the coon. When the gay dancing had ended, They all formed in a line And marched beneath the cool green trees Ere they sat down to dine. The animals were very hungry, So they proceeded to lunch. The frogs ate bottled up flies, While the birds drank glasses of punch. The frogs did some marvelous diving Which amused the rest of the crowd. Then a bird sang some very sweet solos And was praised till she was quite proud. When the sun began to sink in the west, They homeward wended their way. So Spring Day ended for this year To come again next May. — ENID CLAYTON.

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The Soul of a Pine Tree AM A beautiful pine tree at the edge of the ocean shore. I am the only tree for miles around ; only rocks and sand keep me company beside the incessant murmur of the ocean. Although alone, I am not lonely. Can you guess why? Many lonely folks both young and old come to sit beneath my branches. They touch my bark and talk to me. They tell me how lonely they are or I hear their troubles. Many a man confides in me the inmost thoughts of his soul, things he ' d never tell another. Although I can not answer their pitiful questions, my soul responds in deep feeling. The beauty of a tree as of anything is its soul. Hard souls rest in rock or stone, I know, because I have one rock friend who talks very disagreeably and meanly. He has grown to be what his soul expressed. A sad thing has happened in my life which makes me love all strangers. It is this: Many years ago, a boy used to come to me every day and talk and laugh beneath my branches. Finally he grew to be a man. He was very lonely for often he told me that he had no friends. I grew to love him more and more. I eagerly awaited his coming each day. He also loved me, because more than once he as much as told me so. Then one day I waited in vain. He did not come that day nor the next. In fact he did not come for many, many days. A long time I waited, One day I heard a faint tap-tap-tap. I looked eagerly around and saw to my unspeakable joy, my dearest friend. He was changed! He wore a brown uniform. I noticed he carried a strange cane which I had never seen before. I looked at his eyes. They were so strange looking, v ide and staring straight ahead. He came directly toward me, laid down his cane and held on to me, as a drowning man would hold to a limb of a tree. My greatest desire was that I had arms so that I could hold him and touch him. He wept like a child and told me all that he had been through for two years. He had been to war. Now he was blinded. Once again I knew happiness. Every day at the same time he would come and stay till evening. Although he was in perpetual dark- ness, he seemed to know when the world ' s night came. That was many years ago when I was young. That dear man is now dead and buried at my feet where he wished to be buried. He taught me my big life lesson to love all and share troubles in my silent way. HINDA MORGAN.

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The Shattered Arrow HE Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne River is a great canyon with walls from fifteen hundred to two thousand feet high. The great glacier which carved it out of solid granite has polished its sides and bottom so that they reflect like a mirror, and, naturally, are very slippery. The Tuolumne River which runs at the bottom of its canyon tumbles over falls and occasionally glides through flowery glens. In one o f the cascades the river runs down a steep incline of smooth solid granite, and makes falls which look very shallow and easy to cross, but which, in fact, are very hard to pass over because of the shpperiness and the rushing water. These falls are called by the Americans Water Wheel Falls, because of the peculiar formation which makes the water dash into the air and look like a wheel. The California Indians call them Bounding Deer Falls, because once a buck, hard pressed, crossed the falls. One summer, before the coming of the white man, a tribe of Cali- fornia Indians was encamped in the largest glen of the canyon. The Indian camp was large, for Bounding Deer Canyon afforded a good camp site and was full of game. The camp must have contained three hundred lodges. Between these lodges some women were tanning skins and others were going about their household work. Most of the warriors were hunting, although a few were in camp to protect it from an unexpected attack. At the beginning of the evening, the men came in, singly or in groups, carrying deer, fowl, and one had a cinnamon bear. In one of the groups was White Raven, a prominent young man of the tribe, because he was fair, brave, and a good hunter. He carried a five prong buck. After him came Bear Claws, a young man, who looked at White Raven with envious eyes when he compared his little doe to the other ' s fine buck. They went to their respective lo dges to have their mothers cut up the deer they had brought in, for butchery was squaws ' work. Bear Claws took some of the best meat of his doe and carried it to a lodge that was a little apart from the center of the camp. It was where Eyes-of-the - Fawn lived with her mother. Eyes-of-the-Fawn ' s father had died and she and her mother lived with the tribe, largely depending on generous hunters or admirers of Eyes-of-the-Fawn. When Bear Claws had hung the meat at her door, he retired behind a lodge to see her take it. But soon he saw White Raven come and hang his gift of choice meat at her door and retire. Soon Eyes-of-the-Fawn came out and looked at the meat. Al- though she had not seen those who had placed it there, she knew by the