Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Frances grabbed the paper and read it. Oh, how wonderful ! Do you think the boys wrote it? They can ' t write poetry. I know that, said Matilda, because I remember writing it for them when they had to write it for school. The sun next morning, as it looked over the top of the mountains, saw the girls sneak out of the house with shovels in their hands. The tree was easily found as it was conspicuously taller than the others around it. The girls started digging, seldom talking, as if the magic of the early summer morning had cast a spell over them. As Matilda was soon tired, they stopped, covered up the hole, and started back to the house. They did the same thing every morning for several weeks. Each day Matilda was able to dig longer. No one had discovered their ab- sence from home as they went early and came back before anyone was up. One day they came to a little box beautifully carved out of a solid piece of wood. In it was a piece of paper bearing these words : By digging, digging, digging, For the treasure which you sought, Not even stopping to think, ' Twas not of substance wrought; IT was your health. What poetry! sighed Frances. Yet how romantic! Those horrid boys, exclaimed Matilda. — MARJORIE DUNLAP. O To Night O Night, around the drowsing Phoebus gently draw thy sable cloak; Call upon thy whispering zephyrs all their magic to invoke; Summon forth your fairy starlets with their silver lanterns lit. Ask Diana, too, to help you; call the fireflies out to flit Round among the dark ' ning shadows that will soon loom from above; Let us show the slumb ' ring Phoebus all the tokens of our love. All this day hath Phoebus warmed us, clothed us in the sunshine bright. Now that he would sink to slumber, lull him to his rest, O Night! — NINA BANCROFT.

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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.

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The Mysterious Mountain A True Story N HIS room at a little hotel in Shasta County Mr. F sat for an hour pouring over the chart which showed the location of a certain fossil bed deposit he was about tc explore. At daybreak next morning he started out with an old long-haired Indian guide, and two pack horses. After journeying for a few hours, he became concerned about the indirect route along which he was being led. He knew the right direction was due north, and he suddenly real- ized that he was travelling southwest. Hey, Quio! Mr. F called out, jumping off his horse. You ' re taking me the wrong way. But Quio rode stubbornly along. Again he called out, Stop Quio! What ' s the matter with you? From his saddle bag Mr. F took out the chart. He was studying this carefully when Quio finally came back. With one hand on the chart and the other indicating a great pine mountain, Mr. F spoke sternly, You ' ve taken me at least three miles out of the way. We should have gone close to that mountain. I not go that way. Mountain him heap bad. What do you mean by that, Quio? laughed Mr. F All mountains are good. ' Him heap bad mountain, he got devil inside. A devil inside ? Who told you that? Wait, and I tell you. Together they sat down beneath a pine, and as they filled their pipes, Quio related the following: Long, long, long time ago, the first born of my mother ' s mother, and two other girls had lovers who went on a hunt. One day girls went to medicine woman to have their fortunes told. She say they must go through cave in that mountain to a pool, bathe their foreheads, and make a wish. Pretty soon they went in, the daughter of my mother ' s mother ahead, carrying a pitch torch. They did what the medicine woman told them. The torch went out. They took hold of hands to find way back. 1 hey got lost. Bye and bye daughter of my mother ' s mother screamed loud, pulled hands of other girls. Only two girls came back, pale like a log without bark; said the devil took the other girl. But exactly where is this cave, Quio? Right near the north trail. After eating lunch Mr. F said, Come on, let ' s go into that cave and see what the devil looks like. No, no, you go. I stay here.