Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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Fortunes EE, exclaimed Matilda, do you think that the fortuneteller told us the truth? Why, asked Frances, did she tell you something awful? She said that I would be very sick, answered Matilda. Several days later their mother and father were talking together. What do you think makes Matilda look so ill? asked her mother. Don ' t worry, answered her husband, she is all right. But she wasn ' t all right as we find her in bed several days later attended by a doctor who says that the only thing that will restore her health is a trip to the mountains. As doctor ' s orders are usually obeyed, Matilda, Frances, and their mother and father were soon in a well- furnished log cabin in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Matilda ' s health resort was a very picturesque place. It was large and stood in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by large redwoods. A porch extended across one side of the house. Over the porch grew a beautiful wistaria vine which was in full bloom. In front of the house stood two stately firs like sentinels guarding the home of this happy family. It was only a few weeks unti l Matilda was able to walk about. Now they were expecting their jolly brothers to arrive, and this made things brighter still. One evening, several days after the arrival of their brothers, Matilda found a small piece of paper pinned to her pillow. She read : Dig ' neath the tallest tree, Seven feet or more. You ' ll find in several weeks, The thing you most adore. Just then Frances entered the room and Matilda quickly slipped the paper under the pillow. She didn ' t want to show it to her because there might be just one part to the treasure and how could she share it with her? After the girls were in bed, Frances said, I wonder what is the matter with the boys, Mat? They haven ' t played one trick on us and they have been here four days. I wish they would do something for I ' m just aching for some fun. The temptation was too great for Matilda, so she drew the paper from under her pillow saying, I ' ll show you something, if you promise not to tell. Of couse not, but hurry and show me that paper and explain, urged Frances.