Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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restlessness into laughter. There was so much laughing that Knocker had to pound very hard to quiet the crowd of laughing birds. When the birds were quiet, Jabber, the parrot, announced that lunch was ready to serve at Oak Hall. All the birds flew as fast a they could to the many tables laden with lettuce salad, bread crumbs, fish worms, and every kind of bug imaginable. There were also many tables laden with fruit for dessert. The birds all had their share of the food, but Mr. Hawk had a large appetite and stole a fat worm. He was in the act of stealing another when the king came around the corner. It was then about seven-thirty o ' clock and the baby birds were very sleepy, so their mothers took them home. When the children were put to bed, the mothers went to the Princess ' Ball. The great success of the Spring Festival and the ball was published in the bird paper, Treetop News, and every year since there has been a festival among the birds as a rejoicing of spring. —MARGARET COE. O An Old Indian Legend N THE Nevada Desert there is a tract of land the size of one acre, and in this acre is a cemetery used for Indians who had lost their lives in battle. A little distance away there stands a queer shaped stone on which are many carvings. I will try to relate as clearly as possible the legend connected with this. In the early eighties, there dwelt a tribe of Indians on one side of the desert, and on the other side of the desert there lived an enemv tribe. It finall y came to pass that the braves of one tribe started on the war path. It was a coincidence that the braves of the other tribe started on the war path at the same time. They met in the middle of the desert, and they dashed like waves of the ocean. After a night of furious battle one side was reduced to a mere twenty, but on the other side there remained but one huge chief. He was bleeding from many wounds and was fast weakening. When he saw such odds, he started to run, beating down an opponent every once m awhile like an angry bear. At last he dropped to the ground from the lack of blood. The braves of the other tribe realized he was a hero, so they set up a monument in his memory. ALBERTA PEARD.

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The Birds ' Spring Festival HAT a loud noise there was among the birds. Every bird in Berkeley was singing its prettiest spring song. Mr. Carrier- Pigeon was carrying invitations to all the society birds which announced the Spring Festival to be held at the Bird Stadium on the corner of Worm and Bug streets. Yellow-wing, the flicker, and Downy, the woodpecker, put posters on all the old trees they could find. Red- tail, the hawk, and Spooky, the screech owl, carried the news to all the schools. When the day set for the festival came, all the birds appeared in their finest attire. Redwing, the blackbird, had had his wings painted a brighter red for the occasion by Hummer, the ruby-throated humming bird. Sammy Jay had had his swallow-tail coat painted bright blue with stripes of black and white. Tommy Tit, the chickadee, came in his best flappers. King Eagle had a new ermine and velvet coat, and the Queen, Lady Golden of Paradise, had a golden crown and was accompanied by her maid, Mary, the fan-tailed pigeon, who fanned her mistress at long intervals. The birds assembled in the stadium waiting for the program to com- mence. King Eagle assisted by Knocker, the yellow-hammer, and the Queen, Lady Golden of Paradise, sat on their golden perches at one end of the stage, while on the other end sat Jabber, the parrot. The meeting was called to order by Knocker, the yellow-hammer, and, when the audience was quieted, Jabber announced that Carol, the meadow lark, would sing Home, Sweet Home. As soon as Carol began to sing, Mourner, the dove, began to weep and attracted the at- tention of the whole audience. Next the male quartet sang Johnnie Get Your Gun, and Comin ' Thru ' the Rye. As the quartet was singing Johnny Get Your Gun, little Will, the baby crow, began to cry for he had heard the word gun and he was afraid. Just then a shrill voice sounded over the dead silence of the stadium — Whip-poor- Will. The next number entitled, Spring Has Come, was sung by Bubbling Bob, the bobolink, accompanied on the harp by Vesper, the lyre. The audience applauded heartily and Bubbling Bob sang as an encore, It Ain ' t Gon ' a Rain No More. Bob White spoke an original poem next entitled The Early Bird Catches the Worm. The birds were getting a little restless but, when Boomer, the night owl. sang Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning, it broke all

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The Ballad of the Boy and the Bee As I walked through the meadow one summer day, I met a busy bee. Said I, Good afternoon, Sir Bee. Good afternoon, said he. May I go with you to see your queen, And see your comrades there? If you will bring some honey, You in our feast may share. Perplexed, I walked a little way, Till I met a Buttercup. Hast thou, fair lady, some honey to sell, For I with the queen must sup? The Buttercup shook its head and said, I have not a drop of honey; I have only yellow butter for sale. I can not take your money. I passed on through the meadow green, And heard the Dogwood bark; The puppy flowers made so much noise I could not hear the lark. A Honeysuckle last I met, And to her told my tale. She gave me all I wanted In a flowery pail. Then back I went to good Sir Bee, Who took me to the queen. The fun we had that summer night By mortals is not seen. — RUSKIN HOWELL.