Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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time to win the confidence of the natives. In this moment they were paid for all their trouble. A neighboring tribe had risen against the Christians. This tribe was strong and therefore dangerous. The White Father stationed the men around the village. This was done none too soon for suddenly weird noises were heard. The natives listened. With one impulse they turned to Man Yoo. This was not a war cry but a cry of victory. Their youthful leader listened intently. His bewilderment turned to realization of the awful truth. When he had been making the sacred necklace, a spy had seen him and reported the fact. The tribe instead of coming to war had gone and seized the necklace. As it was holy, they would be victorious as long as they held it. He asked the White Father if he might see him. As he com- plied, Man Yoo slipped into the tent followed by the natives ' friend. When he was inside, he told the missionary what had happened. Im- mediately the White Father understood. Although he did not believe in the superstitions of the natives, he realized that he would not be able to control them if the necklace was not returned. They decided that Man Yoo should go to this camp in disguise and get the beads. They told the natives it was necessary for Man Yoo to make a trip to another mission. The natives were satisfied because this was often done. Late in the afternoon, Man Yoo set out for the neighboring village. It was intensely dark when he arrived at his destination. There were no guards around and so he was able to creep quietly from one hut to another. Finally he came to the most pretentious one. This was their religious house. Silently Man Yoo entered and soon located the beads. He glided out of the hut. A dog near by awakened and sent out the alarm. Although dressed like the inhabitants of the village, Man Yoo could not speak their language. In the dark he was mistaken for one of the young braves. The natives consulted him. He could not under- stand this language and without thinking replied in his native tongue. The people fell back in amazement, and then they fell upon him. Bind- ing him, they threw him on the ground in a hut. The next day the natives came to the tent and tortured him but they did not find the beads. That night several wild animals visited the camp. The people with fear consulted their soothsayer. He told them that the gods were angry because they held a certain prisoner. He also said they should free him or the wrath of the gods would be upon them. Thinking that it was Man Yoo, of whom he spoke, they went to his prison and freed him. Then taking him to the woods, they pointed out the path and told him to go.

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Man Yoo and the Sacred Beads HE quiet of a sultry African day was broken when a line of chil- dren burst from a white building. The heat of the day was heavy over the land but the children did not mind. Each wended lis way to the hut which was home. In the midst of this procession Man Yoo, an African native, slid into the forest which enclosed the village. Slowly, silently he wended his way. Hardly could he be distin- guished from the thick undergrowth. The wind was blowing toward him. Suddenly he crouched, for his keen nostrils had detected a warn- ing smell. A little ahead of him in a tree was a huge gorilla. Man Yoo waited quietly until this hairy creature moved on and then he proceeded on his course. He had not far to travel and soon came to a spring. Here he rested and reaching into the hollow of a tree he brought out several pieces of ivory. For a minute he held up a string of beads of the finest workman- ship. Man Yoo did not look at his finished product long but began im- mediately to work on another. As he was busily working, a piercing cry rent the quiet of his surroundings. He sat motionless. The cry was repeated and accom- panied by the steady beat of drums. The boy thrust his hand in the tree ' s hollow and deposited the ivory. Then he glided through the brush in the direction of his village. As he ran into the village, a cry of rehei was raised. Here he is ! Man Yoo, Man Yoo, hurry! Why did you frighten us so? We thought the neighboring tribe had captured you, for they are on the war path. V arious other cries greeted him as the men and boys gathered to decide what was to be done to protect their homes. He wended his way toward the center of the crowd. There the white men seemed to be leading the natives. Let Man Yoo, our chief ' s son, decide what shall be done in his father ' s absence, spoke an aged man. The natives turned to Man Yoo as their leader. Silently he stood, weighing in his mind the several propositions he had heard. His eye swept over the crowd and finally rested upon the most trusted missionarv. He regarded him thoughtfully. Let our ' White Father ' decide, he said. Thus the crowd looked for guidance to an elderly man. This man had come with his wife to teach at their school. It had taken them a long

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Gladly he left their village. Upon arriving at his home, the braves rushed up and seized him. His disguise had been well carried out! Too astonished to speak, he was carried nearly the length of the village. He suddenly realized that they were going to throw him in prison. He protested, but the braves laughed at him. To prove that he was Man Yoo, he drew out the beads. Instantly the braves released him. They stood back and worshiped him, as was their habit. The women and children were astonished to see their braves worshiping a brave from the other tribe. When they heard the joyful news, they prepared a great banquet. The natives always attributed their later success to Man Yoo, who rescued the sacred beads of his own making. — LEORA HILLERMAN. O If I Were But a Buttercup If I were but a buttercup, How happy I should be To lift my face up to the skies And live a life so free. I ' d smile at every butterfly, And nod to all the bees, And tell them, You can come and go As often as you please. I ' d dance with every little breeze That blew along my way, And laugh with every little child That came near me to play. I ' d cheer each weary passerby By nodding him, Good-day, And hope that it would help him some Along his dreary way. Then when the stars began to blink, And ' twas the end of day, I ' d say, Good-night, to everything And fold my cares away. — MADELEINE BOND.