Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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The Eucalyptus Tree Yon trees have stood a hundred years or more, The happy home for birds, a shade for men, Weathering with brave endurance as of yore The wars the changing elements wage on them. One tree is there that stands so straight and tall, And flings its branches high against the blue. In gentle whispers it explains to all What ' s happening in the world both old and new. It stands on guard, a sentinel brave and bold, Inspiring us with courage to be strong, To build our lives toward the highest goal, And turning help the weaker ones along. PAULINE LINDQUIST. O Bucking Nemesis IMINUTIVE Tommy dejectedly sat upon the yard fence, diligently chewing a piece of straw. He was not in a very good temper. ' ' i li Half an hour ago he was actively fighting his big brother Ben, who had conquered him. Tommy had cautiously climbed up the shady mulberry tree, to the snug forked branch, where Ben usually sat on fine afternoons to study his lessons. The small boy set himself comfortably on this branch and began to whittle a stick — he never learned lessons unless he was obliged to. He was stubbornly repeating to himself, The tree doesn ' t belong to Ben. I have a right to call this seat mine as much as he. Ben took another view of this matter. He did not agree with his younger brother. It was of no use for Tommy to argue the question, nor to hold to the great branch with both slipping hands. Ben roughly pulled him down by his long legs, and rolled him violently on the trampled grass at the foot of the big tree. Tommy was up like a flash. He flew at Ben in a passion. But Ben easily parried his light blows, and when tired of his fighting, took him by the gingham collar and gave him a good shaking. Then the conqueror quietly climbed into the mulberry tree. The conquered sat upon the board fence, on the other side of the farmyard, where he, in safety, gave vent to his feelings by making rude remarks.

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a convulsive shudder, which intermingled horribly with the snarls of the wolves, then all was silent save for the crunching. The leader took no part in the killing. Man was not his prey. Thus did Pierre meet his death the object of revenge of the animal that he had once left to such a precarious fate. — MARY HARDIE. o Feeding the Cows HE cows were standing in a little group in the pasture thoughtfully chewing their cuds. 1 3§jj II My good sister cows, said Jersey who always took the lead in matters of cow life, are we to stand for this outrage? Jersey was very angry and she continued in an indignant voice. It ' s all very well to have the Master ' s little lad, Henry, come tripping across the pasture to give us bites of clover, but the clover is full of thorns! It tickles my throat and makes me cough. Here every cow remembered that her throat tickled and began to cough vigorously. And that is not all, went on Jersey. I received a savage prick on my tongue this morning from one of the thorns. Here again all the cows wagged their tongues to be sure that they were not pricked entirely off. I have a plan to punish this wicked Henry. If I start anything, be sure to follow. Here is John coming to take us in for the night. The cows were walking peacefully down the lane which led past the house to the stable when Henry stepped from behind the hedge with a bunch of clover which he held out to Jersey. Jersey glared at him as only an exasperated cow can glare. Then with a deep bellow she dashed at Henry. Straight to the house ran Henry yelling at the top of a power- ful pair of lungs. Down the stairs came his father in time to see Henry hurry up to his room and lock the door. At the front steps Jersey stood lowing and shaking her head. It was some time before her master, with many gentle pats and much kind language, induced her to return to the stable, but it was with altogether different pats and language that he in- duced his son to stop feeding the cows clover with thorns in it. — ELIZABETH LOUNIBOS.

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Coward! Grabber! I ' ll pay you up! See if I don ' t! I ' ve got as much right to sit where I like as you have. Pick on someone your • 99 size. Studious Ben did not bother to look up from his big books. Tommy grew tired, tired of making rude remarks which hurt no one, and only fanned his self-pity. He picked up a broken piece of straw and began to chew it. Now chewing straw is a peaceful sort of an occupation, so Tommy ' s temper cooled down little by little as he chewed and chewed. By and by he gave his disturbed attention to an incident other than fighting. He noticed a younger cockerel grab a good piece of fat which the older cock had chosen for himself and flash away with it. Next moment there was a skirmish. The older cock flew at the younger cock and punished him severely. The loser perched himself upon the self- same board on which Tommy was sitting and began to crow angrily. Cock-a-doodle-doo! Coward! Greedy thing! The fat was as much mine as yours. Never mind! Just wait! I ' ll pay you up. At last he grew tired and settled down comfortably. Tommy had listened to this recital. Keep your feathers on, old boy. Remember the old cock was born before you were, and first come is first served. Cheer up! Your time ' 11 come, and so will mine. — VICTORIA VALENTINE. o Sunset The sun is sinking in the evening sky, Warning all mortals that night is night. The clouds in the west form grotesque shapes, Huge giants and dragons and funny snakes. Diana is beginning to show her face, While her brother, Apollo, is seeking his place. In the abodes of mortals on the earth, You hear no more the sounds of mirth. The fires are lit, and the lamps are aglow, And all is peace in the land below. CHESTER CALDECOTT.