Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 70 of the 1932 volume:

THIE TARGET DEQEMBER, NINETJEJEN 1rHm'1rY.'1rwo WTT.I.ARD JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOIL Q- BIERKIELEY ' - CALIIFORNJIA GRADUATING CLASS-'GIRLS GRADUATING CLASS-BOYS The Christmas llfhuce Ghost THE SKY was overcast with thick, heavy, black clouds that not even the brightest rays of a full moon could penetrate. The wind was blowing and moaning through the trees baring them of their bright crimson and yellow foliage. Through the screen of branches and blanket of heavy, cold mist there appeared a long, low house deeply shadowed by shrubs. Every- thing seemed dark but for a single light in the front of the house. Chained to the trunk of a massive tree in front of the manor, lashing and pulling at his chain, was a huge mastiff, his snarls and howls drowning the great noise of the storm. Suddenly the front door opened, and a tall man in slicker and boots stepped out. His eyes turned to the sky, and, as he pulled on a pair of gloves, he smiled slightly and then moved on. Well, Rover, old boy, are you ready to prove to the villagers that their Christmas Eve Ghost is just a story? The dog licked his master's hand in reply, and soon as unleashed they started down the wide driveway. At the entrance, Rolin Falstaff paused and looked back. Then slowly, as though time were forever, he lit a cigarette. The light of the match showed a young, handsome face, pale, though strong, with dark, lustrous, blue eyes and black, shiny hair, which curled over his fine head. Q At a fork in the road they turned and entered a more rocky section, barren of trees and roads. The only sign of travel was a dim trail which led to the top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. The going was hard and there- fore, very slow, for the wet, slimy rocks were dangerous footing. If one slipped here, he was doomed to be dashed to pieces by the terrific force of the angry waves, but soon, without mishap, they reached a hollow not quite so moist and somewhat sheltered from the cold, December wind. Here the young man stopped with a sigh of relief. Well, old chap, he said to the dog, we're here and in for a big storm, too. I'm afraid our ghost won't come tonight. An eerie howl echoed up through the rocks, encouraged by the raging wind. The young man pulled his coat up tighter around his neck with a shudder, when suddenly a low growl from the dog caused Rolin to jerk his head back. For a minute he could see nothing for the wind was blowing the rain into his eyes. Then everything cleared, and he saw standing before him on a rock dangerously close to the edge a girl in a long, white robe. Was this the fleeting figure which had so frightened the people for two previ- ous nights? The moon breaking through the clouds gave light to her exquisite beauty, and Rolin's flash showed the terror on her face. Her arms grew tense at her side, and her eyes, before lifted towards the sky, were now fixed with a frightened stare upon Rolin. Who are you? she asked in a terrorized voice. I am Rolin Falstaff, and who are you? he asked softly, not wishing to increase her fright. But fear seemed to have left her for she cautiously descended from the rock. When she reached Rolin, she looked up at him with a questioning glance. Yes, he was really there! She lifted her small, white hand and brushed it across her forehead as though trying to lift a cobweb away. I . How queer, she said, looking about her, that I am here. Oh!', She suddenly seemed to remember Rolin's unanswered question. Her wonder- ful, brown eyes smiled at him, I am Elaine Lovelf' You are Elaine Lovel? Rolin staggered. Then you are the girl that was kidnapped from Paris on November seventeenth. Yes, she replied, and you have saved me from those awful wretchesf' She looked at him hopefully. It would take a long time to tell my story, she added with a sigh. The sigh awakened the dazed, young man, who, while she was talking, had completely lost himself in her auburn hair and pearl-white teeth. Come, he blinked. It's too cold. I cannot offer you much, but I can take you where it will be warmer and more comfortable than this. The girl smiled wanly. Anything would be better than this, she answered, too tired to speak more, and they began the dangerous descent. When they arrived at the bottom, Rolin carried the faint girl to the house. Who is that? asked the astonished butler of Rolin. It's a girl, the young man breathed back. Arnold, call Anne and ask her to come to the library immediately, he added. Anne Falstaif, R0lin's charming sister, soon had the beautiful Elaine comfortable. The soothing drink and some of Anneis clothes made a great difference, and then Rolin appeared to hear Elaine's story. You know the old castle here at Land's End?', she began. They nod- ded. I've been there. I donit know my captors. The only time I have seen anyone was at mealtime. Oh, it was horrible! Musty, dirty, dark, and rats everywhere. It seems as though the place hasn't been used for many years. No, replied Rolin. You see the people of the village have seen you enter and come from it, and they believe you to be .the ghost of the Earl's daughter, who was murdered there many years ago on a Christmas Eve. That night her ghost is supposed to appear. Of course no one ever goes up there because they are all so superstitious. I went up on the cliff tonight to kill their silly stories, but please continue. Pardon me for interruptingf' That's all right, Elaine smiled, curving her pretty lips sweetly. That makes it clearer for me. I must have been delirious most of the time. You remember when I rubbed my hand across my forehead? Yes, replied Rolin. Well, that's when I came to myself. I don't know how I got out of the castle. The windows were all barred, and there were guards everywhere. Neither do I know why I went to the top of the cliff. That's my story and I cannot thank you enough for saving me. It was just a coincidence, Rolin replied smiling modestly. Long after the household had retired Rolin, still up, strode from the library to the front garden, where Rover lay quiet as the night. The clouds were clearing away, and the silvery gray of the full moon made latticed shadows on the ground. The dawn was graying in the east, ushering in a clear, crisp day. Well, old boy, said Rolin, as he knelt down beside the dog, do you like her? The dog licked his master's hand. So do If' said Rolin, a very happy young man, as he stole back into the house just as Christmas Day dawned. Alice D. Davis. i Little Pear CHINA, as you know, is a very large country, and the people in the North are very different from those found in the South. My story will deal with North China where the people are tall and stalwart. Tientsin, where I lived three years, lies nearly due west of San Francisco. The rainy season there is in the summer, and the winters are dry and cold. It seems strange to us Californians to find things so brown and dry and desolate in the winter and early spring months. This is partly due to the terribly cold, dry winds that blow for hundreds of miles across the Gobi Desert and the snow-cov- ered, desolate plains. We shall travel for a day with my friend Little Pear, and you will see how different her life is from her western friend. She is ten years old, and being the eldest of five children, has many responsibilities. As winter is coming on, and the weather is growing colder and colder, we notice that Little Pear is putting on more coats, until finally by the Chinese New Year she will be wearing as many as eight. She is not fortunate enough to have any of her coats lined with fur for Little Pear is poor but not of the poorest class. Her father earns about 58.00 a month pulling rickshaws while her mother sits in the street during the day and sews as a public seam- stress, thus adding whatever she can to increase the family income. In the morning Little Pear rises at daybreak and helps her mother with the morning meal and housework. Then Little Pear's mother leaves her to take care of the children. With a few coppers, about noon, she runs to the market place and gets the children each a steaming sweet potato and a jowzer,,' the latter being something like an Italian ravioli only larger. She picks up whatever bits of paper, straw, or wood she can find on the way home to heat water for a bowl of tea. About two o'clock Little Pear's mother lets her go off to play while the younger children are sleeping. As the rivers and canals are all frozen solid, skating is her attraction. The Chinese ice skates are not made of steel like ours but consist of blocks of wood to which wires are fastened for run- ners. My friend's father has made her a clever pair, and we meet on the river and enjoy skating. My foreign steel skates are a source of wonder to Lit- tle Pear, but no more so than her clever wooden skates are to me. As we skate up and down the river, we pass a group of mounds of different sizes and Little Pear tells me that these are Chinese graves. Let us now stop and watch some people riding on a peiza. The peiza resembles our sled, with two runners and a place covered with dry reeds on which the passenger may sit. A man stands in back with one foot on each runner and jabs a sharp pole into the ice between his feet and shoves the peiza along. These peizas go swiftly, traveling ten to twenty miles an hour. Sometimes theycarry goods instead of people. ' We must nowsay good-bye to Little Pear as she must go out with all the other children and gather fuel. All but the wealthiest children gather sticks and leaves and grass from the fields and open country in place of fire- wood. china, being a very old country, has cut down most ofher trees in previous times. Since these trees have never been replaced, firewood is quite expensive. It gets very cold, sometimes below zero, and, as most of the people are poor, they can not afford to buy fuel but must gather whatever they can to burn. In many sections fuel of any kind is so scarce that the women and children go out to gather what they can find to make sufficient fire to boil water for tea or rice, or tp cook their food. Fuel for heating is not available to most of the people, 'so unless they can afford to put on enough extra clothing they suffer greatly in the cold winters. As I sit in front of a warm, cosy fire in my home, I often wonder what Little Pear is doing. I often wonder how many of my American friends would do as much in their homes as she does about her Chinese mud hut and do it without complaint. Oh, but our life here in America is an easy, lazy life compared to hers! Margaret Oatvmm. Wasted Matches IN THE DAYS when the United States did not reach from coast to coast, and the strong men and brave were always pushing west to conquer new country, my great-great-grandfather lived in Vermont. Though this is East to us, it was far West to him. Now during the long, long winter months it was necessary to have fire or freeze, and it was a great pride among the settlers if they could keep their fire going all winter, for, if their fire went out, as nobody had any matches, they would have to borrow fire from a neighbor. One cold night my grandfather stirred up the fire, put some more wood on, and went to bed. About two o'clock he heard a cry from the baby's bed. He got up and went to see why the baby was crying. He could not find out why, but with a little tending the baby soon fell asleep. My grandfather was a little cool after getting out of bed, and he went to the fire to warm up. Horrors! The fire was out. He knew that he should have to borrow fire from a neighbor, and he despised it as it would be the second time that week. He would be in disgrace. Grandfather thought that he would go to bed then and not worry about the fire for awhile yet. In the morning he got up before anybody else, and, leaving his wife to borrow fire when she got up, he started to the nearest town many miles away. When my great-great-grandmother got up, she went to the neighbors and in due time, for the nearest neighbor was three miles away, borrowed the fire. Late that evening grandfather came back very tired but happy. It had taken all day to walk to the nearest town and back. He showed what he had gotten and very proudly displayed a small bunch of matches. We need not borrow fire any more, said he. Let's put them between the stones of the fireplace so that they will not get lost. Ae he put them in the crack, they scratched and lit. Three dollars, for that is what they cost, lost! My great- great-grandfather was rather an irascible old gentleman, and this was the last straw. He strutted off to bed in a fit of rage and did not calm down for a week. I might add that in a week the fire went out again. Morton Swartlz. Telepathy or Coiincidence? SANDY STUART walked briskly along the well-worn moor trail. It was a brilliant fall morning. On either side of him grew purple heather, sway- ing in the gentle breeze and bathing in the warm, September sun. The rolling hills of the moor rose and fell gently like purple waves in a sea of wild heather. Ahead of him rose a rocky crag above which towered the gray roof of a large, rambling building, the castle of the Laird of Dunberry. It was sorrowfully dilapidated. The flowers which once made beautiful gardens were left to wander aimlessly over the crag, covering the rocks, every bit of soil, and the great wings of the castle itself. At the foot of the crag was an old, tumbled-down wall which separated the castle grounds from the village of the neat, little, thatched-roofed homes of the peasants. As Sandy entered this village, he was greeted by a loud sound as a large flock of geese passed, scolding furiously at the picturesque little laddie, dressed in his father's vivid tartan, and chasing the geese with a long, sharp switch. This boy, who knew Sandy, said to him, You'd better be hurryin', Mr. Sandy, 'cause the Laird's pretty sick. Sandy, taking this advice, ran as fast as possible through the village, managing to step on some worthy fellow's toe and to receive his compli- ments, to trip over a dog who chased him, and last, but not least, to have to stop to pick up a rosy-cheeked peasant girl's plaid handkerchief. At last Sandy arrived at the castle gate, and it was not long before he found him- self knocking loudly on the enormous door. The door was opened after a few moments by a young girl, Babby, the Lairdis only daughter. She was beautiful and delicate as the petal of a rose, with dark, curly hair pushed back so as to emphasize large, dark eyes and clear, white skin. Sandy entered. He soon found himself in a large bedroom. In a high, feather bed, lying back against his pillows, was che Laird of Dun- berry. He was a handsome man and powerful physically and mentally. He was in his sixties and had snow-white hair, and eyes like his daughter's. He seemed very much out of place in bed. He explained that he felt out of place, too, and that his daughter, the housekeeper, and all the other servants in general had actually forced him to go to bed. When Sandy asked him what seemed to be the matter, he had to be sat- isfied with the statement that all trouble could be traced to the previous night. Except for paleness, Sandy thought him perfectly well. However, he did notice that the Laird was very nervous. Once when Babby knocked on the door, Sandy noticed that the Laird shook all over and cried out, Stop that knocking! Stop it! Stop it,I say! after which he had lain back gasping. When Babby called Sandy down to lunch, he took time to consult her about the Laird. It was then that she asked him if he would be kind enough to sleep with the Laird that night and see that he was all right. To this Sandy agreed. She said also that something might happen at night to make the Laird more nervous and sick. He saw no more of Babby that afternoon, much to his regret, for a deep admiration for the dark-eyed beauty had sprung up in him. However, he was rewarded that evening. He and Babby ate dinner alone. At first they said little, but after a time an interesting but completely impersonal conversation passed between them. Dinner finished, the two went to the Lairdis room. In the conversation of che three, the Laird mentioned Scotty, his son, a captain in the Black Watch, who three weeks before had left for France. He was to take com- mand of his battalion at the front. His father was very proud of Scotty and thought that without doubt he would come home with at least three or four medals of honor. The conversation continued when soon the Dutch clock on the wall struck eight. The Laird hearing the bells sat bolt upright. Will they come, Babby? Do you think they'll come again tonight? Help me if they do! What could they be, Babby, dear child? Sandy, stay here and al- ways take care of Babby. Promise me that. Oh, my God, they've come, Babby! Listen! Sandy thought the man must be delirious, but suddenly he heard a strange noise. It sounded like many knocks on the walls coming from all parts of the room at once. They continued for about a minute and then stopped completely. Sandy all this time had been in a daze, not knowing what was happening about him except that he sensed something very pecu- liar. When he came to his senses, he found Babby tending to her father who had suddenly become very weak and faint. He said nothing for a moment, waiting for Babby to finish her tasks. Isn't that horrible? she said, looking up at him as she pulled the blan- kets closer around her patient's head. I mean that knocking noise. What do you suppose it is? Daddy has no enemies and Heaven knows no money any- one could want to get. That noise will come again in a few minutes. I think I shall put some cotton into dad's ears. He,ll go insane if he hears it again. The cotton is in the medicine chest over there. He followed her instruc- tions, and on returning he watched her with a strange, new light of admira- tion in his hazel eyes as she gently put the soft, white cotton in her father's large, bony ears. Both of them sat still, scarcely talking, watching the Laird as he slept fitfully. The knocking continued all evening, coming at five-minute inter- vals. At the stroke of twelve by the little Dutch clock the noise stopped completely, not returning again that night. At last both went to bed. Sandy was soon lulled to sleep by the Laird's deep breathing. The next day Sandy had a man come to the castle to clean out the parti- tions, thinking that there might be something between them to make the troublesome noise. However, nothing was found. On Friday night the noise came again. It continued regularly until about ten-Hfteen o'clock. It was then that Sandy, almost driven mad by che continued, puzzling noise, sat up in bed and cried loudly, Stop it, whoever or whatever you are, and let peaceful people sleep. If you have something to say, then say it! and the noise stopped. I Nothing had been found out about this strange happening until three days after the noise had stopped. It came in the form of a telegram sent to the Laird of Dunberry. It stated that Scotty, the Laird's son, had been criti- cally ill over the period of three days, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night exactly at ten-fifteen o'clock. It also stated that four medals of honor gained by Scotty would be sent to his father. He was buried in Flanders Field. Whether the knocking was just a coincidence or a form of telepathy connected with Scotty's death no one ever knew. The Laird was very sad, but not too sad to be happy at Sandy and Babby's wedding on Christmas Day. -Charlotte Lowe. Tom Canty Returns to His Mother AFTER the real King Edward had returned to his rightful place as the ruler 'of England, Tom Canty went to Offal Court to see his mother and sisters again. He climbed up the rickety staircase with as much haste as possible for he was anxious to tell his mother of the money which had been given him and of the many adventures which had befallen him during his stay in the palace. At the top he opened the door and looked in, but to his great surprise the room was empty of any signs of life, even the straw on which he used to sleep was gone. He stood still a minute and looked about him in bewilderment. What could this mean? XVhere could they have gone? He finally decided after a moment's thought to go down stairs to Father Andrew to see if he knew. He knocked at Father Andrew's door, but there was no answer. He finally opened the door a crack and peeped in. This room was the same as the other, empty of anything except a few spiders and a family of little gray mice. just then a woman who was passing by stopped a minute in sur- prise to see such a well-dressed boy as Tom now was in such a place as Offal Court. Tom caught sight of her and cried out just as she started on, Just a moment, please, madam. Could you tell me where the Cantys, who used to live upstairs, have gone to, and also Father Andrew? Why certainly, lad, she replied. The father of the two girls, John Canty, left this part of the country after he killed Father Andrew and- After he killed Father Andrew? interrupted Tom. How awful! And the woman and the two children have moved down the street into the building next to the Blue Flag Tavern, continued the woman. Oh, thank you kindly, madam, and Tom, without waiting to hear more, ran down the few, remaining stairs and down the street to the build- ing next to the BlueFlag. While wondering where to find his mother, he noticed a familiar figure playing in the street, and in an instant he recog- nized it as that of his sister Nan. Wfith a cry of joy he rushed forward and took her in his arms. At the same time Nan caught sight of him. She imme- diately seized his hand and was pulling him up the stairs and into one of the doors in the narrow hall. Mother, Bet, come quick!', she cried. He's come back! Tom's back. At this the mother and Bet ran forward and both tried to hug him at once. My son, at last you have returned, she said over and over. At last you have returned. You must tell us of all of your adventures nowf' So Tom, seated on a box, told of the palace, the royal dinners, and all other things he thought might interest his mother, who gasped when he related how he had dared to talk to the king and the princess, and felt very proud of him when he told how he had saved the three people from execu- tion. And, mother, he said, I am called the king's ward and have been given money so that we can move to a better place, and you can wear clothes which are not ragged and torn. You, my sisters, he said turning to Bet and Nan, may have a soft bed and will not have to sleep on straw any more. And so it came to pass that because of Tom's strange adventure with the Prince, the fortune of the Canty family was changed from poverty to comfort. Mary Stevens. As Plbloelbmls Retnres As Phoehus charlot arles away With rays of sunlight blending Darkness Comes to ella' the rlay On mghtfall fast flescendzzzg The clouds flrlft hy Zlflth rosy hues The sun s last rays are ammg Ana' softly fall the eveamg flews To show the :lay zs wanmg As mght pr e par es 1ts watch to lzee p Wfhlle every vale aclormng All the worlal prepares to sleep Until the hlrth of 11101'l11lIg Baldwm Wood s A lF1I'1lQIDlClll 111111 Need AY GILSON was 1n the employ of Curtls and Co Though he was only twenty two he was Mr CUYIIS most trusted employee Mr Cuft1S owed ten thousand dollars to a man 1n New York Clty Most men would have just put a check 1n an envelope and not worr1ed about lt However thls was not true of Mr CUft1S who was SIXEY years old and Wlse to the ways of the world He had once lost some money 1n the ma1l and bes1des he New York Ray l1ved 1n a l1ttle flat on Pepper Street 1n the small Clty of M1ddle town Connect1cut HIS only compan1on was h1s b1g coll1e Prmce Prxnce would come to the street corner around wh1ch Ray s car came every n1ght and r1de home w1th h1m There would be a Joyful reun1on and a happy eve n1ng together by the HICSICIC Ray took Pr1nce everywhere that he could take h1m on bus1ness tr1ps campmg and other pleasure tr1ps Of course he took Prmce w1th h1m on h1s errand for Mr CuftlS It was almost dusk when he started and It was seventy m1les to h1S dest1nat1on He had almost cov ered the d1stance when h1s rear t1re blew out He drove off the road to re place lt w1th the spare t1re He had almost completed h1s task when a car on the road slowed down and a man jumped off the runnlng board St1ck ern up' he yelled runnlng towards Ray wlth a gun 1n h1s hand Ray looked around h1m w1ldly However any attempt to escape would be foolhardy as the flat t1re was on the left and the car d1d not protect h1m He d1d the advlsable thlng under the c1rcumstances and l1fted h1s hands He noted w1th dlsmay that the man s compan1on had parked the car close to h1s own and had gotten out to help hlS compan1on w1rh the robblng Get h1s stuff Jake ordered the man cover1ng Ray Iake qulckly re l1eved Ray of the ten thousand dollars and some money of h1s own Say Jake sald the man cover1ng Ray let s take thls C0Ok1C for a l1t tle r1de 0 if . I . , A A V. ' , ' , K, 2 - fz .7 1 - ' Q 1 , 1 , -6 , , 0 C R . , ' . - , 0 . O U . . . . i , . , n I Q ' 3 was naturally cautious. That is why he sent Ray Gilson Monday night to , . . . . . . . , . . . . , . .-, . . ' . 3 . , . l 3 ' u ' ' me ' J , . ,, . . . . , . . . , . . ff ' ,, ' . ' 9 1 ' . I ' Il I, ' ' IC , ' ' . ' s 3 J ' ,, Okay, responded Jake, taking a blackjack out of his pocket. Before Ray knew what had happened, everything went black before his eyes. When he woke up, he found himself on the floor of a cabin deep in the woods with two men bending over him. He's coming around, Jake, said one man to the other. Pour a little more water on himf, When he was completely conscious, the man called Jake faced him. I want to know who'll pay forty thousand dollars to see you alive, he said, addressing Ray. No one, Ray declared frankly. Don't try to pull that on us, Jake sneered. Birds don't go around with ten thousand dollar rolls because they're poor.', I was delivering a money order for the company I work forf, Ray replied. Maybe so, said Jake, but you'd better think hard or you'll get bumped oiff, I can't think of any onef' Ray repeated. Then I'1l let yuh have it, declared Jake threateningly drawing a gun out of a pocket. Do you really mean to pull that trigger? asked Ray. Sure, replied Jake leering. Why not? Because you'll pay for it with your life, stated Ray calmly. I'1l take the chance, declared Jake. Q'Here goes! He rose to his feet and pulled the trigger back slowly. Ray saw no reason why he should not at least make a fight for his life. He tackled a surprised Jake and kicked the gun out of his hand. However, the other man was free and was aiming his gun at Ray's head when a win- dow broke and a snarling collie leaped through, landing directly in back of the would-be murderer. He grabbed the man's leg when Ray made a joyful cry, Sic 'em, Prince! The bite made the man drop his gun. Then Prince made another lunge at him and bit his second leg. The man fell down, and Prince was soon on top of him. Ray had by this time mastered his man, and he dragged him over to his companion,s side. To Prince he said, Guard them. Then he picked up the two guns and put one in his pocket and held the other one in his hand. Now since we've finished our little scuffle, I think I'11 get the money, he said, taking the ten thousand dollars along with his own money out of Jake's pocket. Good boy, Prince, he said, patting the faithful col- lie, you must have had a pretty long run up here. To his captives he said, Where's your car? That's for you to find out, Jake replied sullenly. Oh, all right, Ray said, but you'll have to come with mef, I don't want to go any place with these hound bites on my legs, Jake said. The car's behind a clump of trees in back of the shack. Ray tore Jake's shirt and dressed his wounds. He tied the men up in different corners of the room with some rope that he found. Then he got the car and drove it up to the front door of the cabin. He freed the men and followed them to the car with a gun in his hand. He put them in the back seat of the car with Prince and tied them up again. Now you fellows had better not try anything funny because Fm leaving Prince back there to guard you. Ralph jones. Toiuvseir Tcempoirizes BRRRRRR-six-thirty! I awake disgruntled each morning at the sound of the alarm clock. My feather pillow bed Capologies to Terhunej under the stove is much too comfortable for me to want to move at such a ghastly hour, but I hear my mistress's footsteps and her cheery Good-morning, Towser. Then my mouth waters for those fine puppy biscuits. I stretch myself once, stretch myself twice, then thrice, scratch a couple of bother- some fleas, and then give my mistress an appealing look. Thank goodness, the look is appreciated, and four cookies are thrown into my bed. My, they are good, those puppy biscuits! I never grow tired of them. Another few moments and we are out in the garden hunting for the morning newspapers. What fun it is to carry them into the house! Strange the Way those children grab the funnies! I used to jump into the air after the papers when the boy threw them, and what a grand time I had chewing them up! I know better now. It's more fun chasing the cat or the duck next door. That duck! Why, he eats everything from plants and worms to fertilizer! The stupid thing! I have such a comfy armchair and each day sit by the window watching the traffic go by. I am especially interested in the dog parade. When I see a hound, I dash from one window to another, slipping on the rugs, skidding across the room on the chairs, and proceed to ruin the nice, clean windows, so they say, though I can't see that I ruin anything but my nose. After my morning nap, curled up in one of the best chairs or the couch, I let my mistress know in no uncertain terms that it is high time for me to recon- noiter for an hour or so amongst my pals. Oh, how fresh the air is! I hold my head up and sniff and sniff and sniff ! I smell the grass, the flowers, che plants, the very dirt itself! In my wanderings I visit all the neighboring Airedales, wire-hairs, bulldogs, and tramp dogs. Perhaps you donit know I'm an aristocrat. I belong to the Kennel Club! If you don't believe it, just watch the way I sit up like a sentinel in the front seat of my mistress's car! I scamper about covering many needless miles till I am completely worn out. Although I am an Irishman and like a good fight, I try not to pick fights and distress my mistress. How I like to wade in one of the fish ponds on a hot day, but that means a scolding. Perhaps the best thing I enjoy is to hunt in the hills with the boys, jumping like a deer over bushes, but heck! that means that I have to lie down patiently for hours while I'm searched for wood-ticks! What a life! A dog's life! I guess you know all about me now, except that I have long, brown hair and have great, big, beautiful, brown eyes, and I'm very affectionate. I lick everybody that is kind to me and wag my tail furiously. Best of all, I like dinner time. Afterwards I lie full length on the living- room floor before the fire, feeling contented and drowsy. Everyone seems occupied, but the music from the radio is soothing, and my eyes roam from one person to another for a little attention. Perhaps someone will be good enough to rub or pat my head. I am a pretty lucky dog! I know it, and Fm telling you! Margery Skaife. My Pony A horse is galloping down the plain. His lips are aquivcr, his eyes are aflame, His 171011015 being vomberl by the wind so free. If's my little pony coming home to 1110. Muriel Rafrlif. Lucky Situmlbles USAY, don't you think it's getting pretty dry around here? I remarked disgustedly as I Walked across the brick floor of the ancient powder works, I'm almost beginning to think we'd better go back haul My sentence was cut short by a sudden wrenching of my foot which threw me down flat. I sat up and turned around to find that the cause of my disaster was an iron ring linked firmly in a large brick. Jim, my com- panion on our hike to Fleming's Point, came to my assistance. I stood star- ing absently at the obstruction for a moment when suddenly I came to myself. The ring was surrounded by a small crack forming a square. Jim and I at once got the feeling of adventure and mystery. We put our strength to the ring, and to our surprise the piece of floor came sliding out with great ease. Wondering at the lightness of the stone, we looked at it and found it to be hollow. Anxious to discover the outcome of our venture, we peered down through the opening. The only thing that we could see was a stairway fading into inky blackness. We aroused our courage and descended the stairs. jim found that he had left his flash light home, and I searched for matches but without success. But we weren't going to retreat for a little thing like that. We stumbled forward over piles of boxes. Again I tripped, this time to discover a miner's lamp lying on the floor. This to our amaze- ment, we made to work. The scene that greeted us filled us with terror. Many boxes labelled Highly explosive were piled up in what seemed to be a large cave. I blew out the lamp, and we both ran or stumbled blindly towards the door, every moment expecting to be blown to Kingdom Come. But I was safe, for my eyes then opened, and I found myself to be in the same room, same house, and the same state I was in when I dragged myself to bed the night before. My first thought was of dear,' old school, boring, gripping, hard, uninteresting, and altogether useless school. When I had finished dressing and started to leave my room, I found my trousers to be on backwards. I went back and quickly remedied the mis- take. While eating breakfast, the grapefruit took a shot at me and didn't miss, which, of course, made me feel much better. I was just leaving when what I expected happened. Johnny, come here! Mother inspected my ears and neck, and with many groans I retreated to the bathroom. At last I left the house and was walking along the street when I met a friend playing in his yard. Why aren't you goin, to school? I asked. This question was answered with suppressed laughter. Say, what is this, a joke? No, it's-Saturday!,' and he immediately burst out laughing. Edward Valentine. Dollllyfs Dinner' MY HORSE was very hungry for some green grass. She was getting tired of her daily diet of hay. I decided that I would go into the hills near by and hunt for some nice, juicy, green fodder for Dolly. I started early the next morning on foot and took my lunch. Insects were humming in the grass. Robins, perched high up in the trees, were sing- ing as if their throats would burst. The twittering of small birds hunting for seeds in the grass was delightful to hear, but sweeter than all the rest was the meadow lark's morning song. On and on I walked, not having any idea where to look for the fresh grass. Everywhere it was dry and brown. I had thought I might find some in the shade of a tree. As I rounded the top of a small hill, I saw below me in a gully a clump of trees. I ran full speed down the incline towards the trees. As I entered them, I saw a spring with nice, green grass growing plentifully around it. It was just the kind I wanted. I Went after it as a hunting dog goes for water after a long, hard day's hunt. Soon I had picked all that I could find and decided that it was time to eat my lunch. I sat down and leaned far back against the trunk of a tree. While I ate, I watched a frog hopping after a fly. Presently I heard a rustle in the bushes near me followed by a loud moo. I jumped to my feet, not knowing at the moment what the noise was. I grabbed the grass I had picked for Dolly and ran around to the other side of the spring, leaving my half-eaten lunch scattered around the tree where I had been sitting. There I waited for the bear, as I thought it was, to appear, but instead of a bear, out of the thicket came a wobbly, mother cow fol- lowed by a little, speckled calf. As I was very fond of calves, I called softly to the baby. It seemed to like me for it came trotting over to me. I fondled it and petted its glossy neck. For some reason the mother resented my apparent fondness for her child. Most mothers I have known feel a certain pride in attention given to their babies. Maybe this mother didn't quite like my looks, so I took off my hat and even combed my hair a bit, for I remembered how particular mother cows are in keeping up their babies' good appearance. I made a charming bow to the mother. Then the little calf very suddenly and rudely swished its little rail and ran out of reach of my hand. The mother gave me a look which meant a great deal. All the time I had been holding the grass. Then of a sudden the mother noticed it. She must have been extremely hungry, for she came after me very fast and grabbed some grass out from under my arm. She chewed it very contentedly and reached for more. I lost no time in hurrying away with the remaining grass Dolly wanted so much. The cow evidently want- ed it, too, for she ran after me. In terror I dropped the grass and climbed the nearest tree. The cow started to eat the grass, and the calf, who had been lying by the spring, came to get its evening meal. I went home to Dolly very sorry that I couldn't bring her the lovely, green grass that the cow had eaten for her dinner. I am sure Dolly was sorry, too. Iune F risbie. The lfeute of Dimitri Dimitrikofr I DON THINK fruit man care for one apple 'cause he canit eat all of 'em, thought Dimitri, as he ran. He had just taken a red, juicy apple from a fruit stand, intending to eat it himself. To his disgust Pat Pitrokoff and his dreaded gang had spied him and were determined to get that apple. Dimitri had lost his father and mother when he was about seven years old. Ever since he had kept himself alive by picking up bits of food, steal- ing from stores, and taking what he could find from garbage cans. Pat and his gang of ragged boys were only a few feet behind him when he finally came to the old cave where he had lived for many years. Running to the back of the cave where it was very dark, he hid, but not quickly enough. The boys piled onto him, but Pat ordered them off, saying, Gimmie that apple. - Reluctantly Dimitri drew from his torn pocket the apple. He wasn't willing to give it up, but, forced, he handed it to Pat with a disappointed look in his eyes. A sudden feeling of half-scorn and pity came into Pat's heart. He knew not why. With a very noble feeling he gave Dimitri a chance to get his apple back. Not willing to give the apple up without a bit of fun, he made a quick decision. Why not make Dimitri walk through the graveyard? thought Pat. He knew Dimitri had a strange fear of the grave- yard and thought it a Hne idea. Pat explained that Dimitri was to walk through the graveyard at twelve o'clock that night, and, if he came to the other side, he'd get his apple. Dimitri looked up pleadingly and asked, Can't you give me something else to do? I haven't eaten anything for two days. I want my apple, but- but gee! Naw,', interrupted Pat, if ya won't walk through the graveyard, ya don't git ya apple, see! Besides we'll know you're a coward. I'm not a coward. I can prove it. I'll-I'll-I will gof' Time passed and at eleven-thirty Pat and his boys were waiting im- patiently. Pat held the apple and a torch while Dimitri stood Wide-eyed with fear, but trying to be as brave as Napoleon. Staring into the darkness, he tried to find some way of escape. Finally he gave up as the village clock chimed twelve. One look from Pat told him to get going. He started off into the dark night, speckled with white stars, weird and cold. He walked along silently, afraid even to turn his head. With shaking hands he reached to open the iron gate, which wet with dew tended only to exaggerate the cold, clammy feeling settling over him. Oh, those grave- stones!', he said to himself. They're not gravestones, they, theyire ghosts. I know they are. Those lanky arms! They almost got hold of me. Help! Whatis holding me? as X' 35 51' 35 Now I wonder why he don't show up. It's nearly two already. Oh, he probably got cold feet and turned backf' Naw, I don't think so, said Pat thoughtfully. Pat looked into the darkness, hoping to see some moving figure coming toward them. Though he looked hard, no one could be seen. Finally he said, Light the torch, boys. We're going to look for him. They Walked by many graves until one of the boys stumbled over what he thought was an unmarked grave. When Pat leaned over to help him up, he noticed it was not a grave but Dimitri. The boys thought Dimitri was feigning unconsciousness merely to frighten them and discussed leaving him there. Pat, feeling responsible for him, stayed behind. Looking once more, he noted that something about the way the body was thrown looked unusual. Stooping over, he shook him gently and called, Dimitri, Dimitriln Pat pulled the body into a sitting position, but Dimitri fell back limp. Seeing the look on their leader's face, the boys turned back to be told Di- mitri was dead. They decided that this must be reported to the authorities, so five of them left While the other five, including Pat, stayed with Dimitri, While they were waiting, Pat thought over the things he had done and made a vow over Dimitri's dead body to lead a life after this that he would not have to be ashamed of at any time. Violet Laudel. Sunrise The sun does rise behind the hill At dawn when all is cool and still, When Aurora leaves her jiizger prints Against the slay in rosy tints. The birds hegin to 0 pe their eyes And sing their joy up to the skies And soar into the heavens hlue To greet the coming day so new. The grasses quiver and awake, The winds the trees do gently shake. All the world awakes from sleep To doyff its 'mantle of silence dee p Dewdrops on the 'meadows lie, Priceless pearls, which hmmzn- eye May consider fualueless. They are hy far More lovely than our jewels are. Gertrude Davis. Niincompoop THE NICKNAME N1NcoMPooP was attached to Roy Austin early in his high school career. Roy was not a stupid boy nor very unusual looking. He was tall and awkward and had the habit of making most unfortunate and unexpected responses in class. It became customary for the class on these occasions to laugh uproariously and exclaim, Oh the nincompoop! As he was excluded from most affairs, Roy spent his time reading detective stories and tramping about the countryside with his gun and dog. Roy graduated with satisfactory records and soon went to work, but the name persisted. He changed from one small position to another until he finally began doing odd jobs about the town. He still spent his leisure tramping and reading. One evening while Roy was walking back toward town near the rail- road tracks, he saw a train stopped at a lonely junction. As he had never seen a train stopped at that point before, he halted at some distance and looked at the train curiously. Suddenly it occurred to him that the train was being held up. What should he do? He glanced about. A car behind the trees. It must belong to the bandits! he said half-aloud. He crept over to the car cau- tiously and with his dog beside him crouched on the bottom of the car, opening the door slightly. In only a few minutes, which seemed hours to the boy, he saw through the crevice of the unlatched door three men running toward the car. just as they neared the sedan, he suddenly pushed back the door and set the dog upon them. Aiming his gun, he shouted, Hands up!', Entirely unprepared for this turn in events, the bandits fell back. shouting their confusion. Immediately six men, three of whom were armed trainmen, rushed up from the train and surrounded the thieves. The cap- tured men were taken to the sheriff's office. In the excitement Roy was forgotten, but, after delivering the bandits to the sheriff, one of the trainmen said, Where is the boy? The company will want to reward the hero. Here he is, said the sheriff. Why, it's Nincompoop! Elizabeth Burns. Momning I saw Apollo rise tbis morn. Up -mountain peaks wbere silence reigns As Aura softly touched 111 y ebeek, I 'll sbad y bower by bubbling brook, And I rejoiced tbat I was born I gloried in what nat-ure deigns To see the world spread out beneatb. To be ber 'most i1z11itin.,g 1zook. But all too soon I saw o'erbead Apollo in bis ebariot gold. I knew 'twas time to laomeward tread, Yet I was loatb to leave tbe wold. Iean Barker. Trne Pioneer Tales nA Weary Joarney THIS IS A STORY that my great-grandmother told my father: When I was a little girl, my father, mother, and I joined a caravan crossing the plains in covered wagons. While traveling, we met many hardships. Sometimes we would go without water for a day. Most of the food we had to eat was what the men could kill. At night we would form the wagons in a large ring and have men on guard for Indians. 1 I remember one night, just as I was going to sleep, the Indians began to attack us. The men all rushed for their guns and began to shoot at the In- dians. I was so scared I hid in a wagon. As I was lying there, an arrow flew through the air and landed on the wagon floor. After a while the men drove the Indians away. There were five men wounded and two killed. The next day we started off again and traveled a good many days. NVe came to the Oregon Trail, which we followed till we came to Idaho where we made our homes. We were among the first to make our homes in Idaho, where we have lived ever since. Budd Lindsay. Not Quite IT WAS SUNSET on the prairie as the people of the little caravan were pre- paring supper. My grandmother, who was a little girl then, was sent to her family wagon to cut the bacon for supper. All of a sudden she heard shots and saw the men of the train getting ready for defense. Then she saw an Indian get off his horse and sneak toward the wagon she was in. He had evidently seen her and thought she would make a nice playmate for his little girl, but, when he got there, she fought too much. The redskin then saw my great!grandfather's gun which was very beautifully en- graved. When grandmother saw a red hand reach for the gun, she hit it with the butcher knife which was very sharp. He let out a cry and disap- peared with the rest of the tribe, which were now driven away. Billy Po-nzcroy. Crossing the Plains THE TIME was 1850. My great-great-grandfather, his wife, daughter, and son with four hundred or more other people were crossing the plains. My great-great-grandfather was the captain of one hundred wag- ons. Around the wagons were guards. It happened that my great-grand- ma's brother was one of the rear guards. He soon grew so tired that he de- cided to stop and rest a while. When he awoke, he found that the wagons were far ahead of him, and he was alone on the plains with about one hun- dred Indians around him. When he got on his boots, he ran and jumped on his horse and nearly ran it to death till he caught up with the wagons. The Indians didn't attack his train because it was very big, but, when some of the people got angry or homesick and turned back, the Indians swooped down and killed them. Iefm H arklzess. The Green lldloll GN THE SHIP S. S. ALBANIA, bound for Africa, Margaret and Doris Allen and their parents were traveling. XVith the prospect of two more days at sea, the passengers were all having a happy time. The Allen girls had made many friends, but their particular ones were two boys of about their age who were traveling with their mother. Previously, to the joy of both fami- lies, they had found that they were all planning to go to the same small town of Kumassi in South Africa. They spent many hours in their deck chairs discussing the good times they were going to have when they reached Kumassi. The two days went very fast. all too fast to suit the passengers. Early on a hot Thursday morning the boat docked at the port of Akkra. After a day's stay at the best hotel in Akkra, they continued on the train to Kumassi, where Mr. Allen was to do some work. Upon arriving, they ordered a carriage and, having given a large, black native possession of their trunks, they went to an hotel which was surpris- ingly modern compared to the town. They spent many happy hours each day on excursions through temples and other buildings. Upon these excur- sions they had a guide who could speak excellent English, also the native tongue, so he acted as an interpreter for them. The most interesting temple was that of Merauke or the Temple of Snakes. It was on a particularly hot afternoon the boys and girls with their guide went to see this building, having left their parents to find what shade they could at the hotel. They entered this Temple of Snakes to find it quite dark, and they had to pick their way as they carefully went down the cir- cular staircase under the ground. Their guide explained to them that the room they would enter at the bottom of the stairs contained five or six giant cobras. At first they were opposed to going into the room, but they soon learned that the cobras would not molestthem if left alone. Upon entering the room, a green glow struck their eyes. Becoming more accus- tomed to the light, they saw on a pillar at the end of the room a beautiful. green, jade idol that was horrible in its features. At the foot of the idol and hanging on rafters, as if protecting it, were coiled giant cobras. The visitors shrank back in horror as they gazed upon this and made several exclama- tions upon the ugly countenance of the idol. When they left the room, the guide told them that this idol was the natives' favorite, and it was wor- shipped every day by the people of the village. The explorers were very glad to get back to the hotel, and they were determined not to go to such a place again. Early the next morning, the news spread through the small town that the idol in the Temple of Snakes had disappeared.'The natives were all very angry because the disappearance of this idol meant bad luck to them. Suspicion at once pointed to the Allen girls and their friends, as they were last seen in the temple. The two families were the only white people in the village with the exception of two Ger- man men who had been living there some time. So much did suspicion point to them that it became impossible for the girls and boys to walk down the street of the village without seeing the angry faces of natives all around them. Une morning when the families had returned from breakfast, they found to their dismay that their rooms had been searched, probably for the idol. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, drawers were turned upside down, and, in fact, the whole room was a wreck. Of course this disturbance made them very angry, and they decided to leave the village. They soon found that the next boat bound for Europe did not leave Akkra for one week. It seemed to them that one week was an eternity, but they had to make the best of it. The families knew that no one in their party had takn the idol. They began to wonder who really had taken it and how it could have been done with the cobras in the room. The week was drawing to a close, and the natives were getting so des- perate that the girls and boys feared they would be made prisoners and not permitted to leave. Finally, on the day before the boat was due, the good news came that the idol had been found in the possession of the two Ger- mans. The men had planned to leave on the boat the next day, and once in Europe the natives would not have been able to trace them. Their guide explained to them that the two men had entered the temple after they had left it and, knowing a great deal about cobras, had been able to get it with- out arousing the snakes, The next day the men were given over to the government oHicials on che ship. The green jade idol having been restored to its place and good luck restored to the natives, both families went on their travels through Europe to worry no more about the green idol. jean Luhr. The fairies' Playground Diana shines on the sparkling streams While fairies frolie in her beams. They :lance and play until the morn When crows the cock a note forlorn. The goblins scatter at the sound. Within a wink they ean't be found . Then comes the rising of the sun When brownies' -nightly tasks are done. Now -man begins his day of toil. H is plough breaks up the fertile soil While fairy, goblin, and s prightly gnome Are soundly sleeping in their homes. Phyllis M ahon. llnto the Piano Box ONE FINE MORNING, long ago, when my mother was a girl, going to school she spied a fine, large goat. The goat had lovely horns, too lovely for comfort, or so my mother thought. With a wild scream, she dropped her books and ran as fast as her small legs could carry her. The goat by this time decided something was up so he thought he would join in the fun. He started chasing mother, who was fast giving out. Aha! a large piano box came into sight, very large. Mother's fright must have given her superhuman strength for she scrambled right up into it and sat very still. The goat, following close behind, seeing he was outwitted, decided to rest awhile. Right there was poor mother crouched in the huge piano box. Finally the goat got tired of waiting, so he strolled off. Mother heard him go away, waited a minute, and then peeked out. The coast was clear, so she tried to get out. The box seemed bigger than ever now for, try as she would, she couldn't get over the top of it. She tried for what seemed to her hours. Then with a sigh she settled back. Suddenly she heard someone. She began yelling at the top of her voice. The man heard and came running over. He helped her out-she was crying now--and asked where she lived. She got home safely and decided that piano boxes were too big for her. Car- tons were more her size. Paula Bruen. Snnset on the Waves THEY were very beautiful as they crashed against the rocks and beach. This is what I was thinking, as I sat on the beach on that bright after- noon. First there would be a long swell getting higher and higher, then a beautiful, clear, green waterfall, then a mad tumbling of pure white spray and foam. As I looked down the beach, I imagined I saw a wonderful, green, silk dress with beautiful, shirred, white-lace scallops and rulfles. These in reality were the clear, green waves and lovely, white, foamy breakers. As I looked up in the other direction, a different sight met my eyes. A great, jagged rock pierced the waves. A smaller rock, but just as iagged, rose up nearer the shore, which at that point was a granite wall. The last, dying rays of red and golden sunlight danced on the water, changing it to a beautiful gleam of color. Long, light green rays of sunlight went down into the darker water, and, as I looked, a grand, green swell rose swiftly and became a clear, light green waterfall as it curled over. With a great crash, it met with the rock. White and silver foam and spray showered up and fell in wonderful rainbow and red-gold colors as the sparkling spray caught the last rays of the sinking sun and returned to its mother ocean. Violet N uttirzg. llfiuenaing The su 11 is fading in the west, The breezes now are f7l1'l7i71g cool, Our feaibered i friends have gone fo rest, And stars are shining in the pool. Frederick Arclarzmbault. Winter Tlnoughts The leaves are falling from the trees, Gone are the busy, humming bees, The north winds whistle as they blow, The ero ps are in, the bon ji res glow. The pumpkins on the cold earth lie As gaily child ren seam per by. The turkeys strut and corn. stalks blow As if expecting -winter snow. Then down it falls with flaky pride On snow men standing side by side As child ren shout and play with glee Beneath a leajless, barren tree. Bill Gadd is. Christmas lluclk I ITTLE BILLY SIGHED. Two more days until Christmas, and he only had eighty-nine cents. He needed eleven cents more and then he could buy that beautiful woolen shawl for mother that was in Mr. Cleman's store. He had saved the money up, penny by penny, doing errands for kind neighbors. Just recently a new grocery store had opened, and they delivered their goods, so now Billy had lost that job of bringing them to the people. He shivered and put another stick of wood on the fire. A fire felt good these days. Snow lay like a huge, white blanket for miles around, and a sharp wind bit people's noses and fingers. When the wood had burned, and there was no more left, he crawled sleepily into bed. I wonder how I'11 get that eleven cents, he murmured and then fell fast asleep. As Billy sleeps, I will tell you a little about him and his mother. His father is dead, and he and his widowed mother live alone. Billy's mother sews for the neighbors, and sometimes Billy gets a job of taking the place of a newsboy who is sick. The next day Billy heard a knock on the door. He opened it, and he saw Tom, the chimney sweep, who told him that he could take the place of Andy who was sick. Andy sold newspapers on the street corners. Billy was overjoyed. Now he could get that shawl for mother with the money he earned. Billy had been on the corner for an hour. It was not a very busy place, and he had sold none. Oh look at mother's pet selling papers! jeered a number of boys coming up the street. Billy paid no attention to them, which only stirred them on. They began hitting him, and the papers were thrown all over the street and torn. The snow made them wet, and they were now useless. A policeman chased them away. All Billy could do now was to go and tell the newspaper man. He could hardly keep back the tears. All his hopes were shattered. What was that lying in the gutter? It looked like a book of keys. Yes, it was, and there was the name, A. J. Reynolds, and the address was 1 156 Madison Drive. He knew where that was. In a few minutes he was before the beautiful mansion on Madison Drive. He felt very small in his rags, but summoning up all his courage he knocked twice. The butler who opened the door was about to shut it again when he saw Billy, but Billy said, Please, sir, does Mr. Reynolds live here? I found some keys with his name on them. The butleris expression changed at once. He ushered Billy in, and soon he was before the kindly Mr. Reynolds. Billy told him all his troubles. Mr. Reynolds' listened attentively. Soon Billy was on his way home, a new ten-dollar bill tightly clutched in his hand, but first he stopped at the store and proudly bought the beautiful shawl. Gladys H irscb. Unknouiun Revenge JOHN LASALLE was sentenced to death! Phillip LaSalle was sentenced to prison! They were both spies for the French, caught in a German camp. Who had given the evidence? This is what Phillip LaSalle wanted to know. Their trial was over, and they were leaving the courtroom when he found out. Hulda Englemann, a woman! She was in the rear of the court room now. He looked. Could it be possible that this mere wisp of a girl was the cause of all their troubles? He would go to prisong his brother would die. All the hatred that was in him came to the surface, and then, as though possessed, he yelled across the courtroom, I'1l kill you if it's the last thing I do!', That was many years ago. The present scene is quite different. Hulda Englemann jogged along a dirt road in a taxi that had seen better days. On one side was a cliff and below that the roaring, wild, dashing waves of the Pacific. Large rocks spiralled out of the water. The fog hung thick all around. Hulda was unable to distinguish any small objects. They had just passed an old farmhouse that was the color of mud. At one of the Windows a little girl with a dirty face and tangled hair pressed her nose against the pane. Hulda waved to her but got only a giggle in response. She asked the driver who lived there. It was the Wfidow Teller with seven children, one of whom was adopted. Hulda decided to get one of the children to help her at her house, which had once been her father's permanent residence. Hulda had just found out that Phillip LaSalle had escaped from prison and was out of his mind. He was after her with the insane idea of killing her. She had fled in terror to her father's house, hoping he would not find her there. When she knocked on the door of the farmhouse, she heard a bustle of feet inside. An elderly woman with a weatherbeaten face stood at the door. Wal, what diya want? I'm I-Iulda Englemann, and I want to know if I may have one of the children to take to my house to help with the chores. No, ma'am, none o, my kids is gonna go up there with all those ghostsf, Oh, mother, may I go, please! the sweet voice of a young girl came from within. - No, ya ain't goin'.', Oh, mother! Lizzy Teller came out to the door. She was dressed like the rest of the children, but she didn't look the same. Her hair was brushed back, and she carried herself with an air of pride. When Hulda saw Lizzy, she turned pale. Was it? Could it be? Oh, no, she couldn't have had a sister! What,s wrong? Wonit I do? asked the girl. 1 . Oh, ah, o-er, yes, you'll do Hne, if your mother will let you come. Oh, she isn't my mother, but I call her that. She'll let me come. Won't you, mother? Anyone could tell that the girl had once lived in a refined atmosphere. She spoke so sweetly and so differently from the NVidoW Tel- ler who responded, Wal, I suppose so. When they arrived at the old Englemann mansion, they were not greet- ed by a very pleasant aspect. The house stood on the top of a hill, alone and serene. The windows at the top looked like eyes searching into your soul as though they knew everything you were trying to conceal. Hulda hated the place, but it was her only hope of safety. She was in a hurry to get settled. What if he found out where she had gone? Oh, no, he couldn't. Was this his sister? Why didn't somebody tell her? Why didn't she know? Why did things like this have to happen? In this state of mind Hulda entered the house followed by Lizzy. It was equally uninviting inside. They made a fire and ate something, after which I-Iulda decided to go to bed. There were no lights in the house, and Hulda had to carry a candle. It cast dark shadows on the wall. She went up the long, winding stairs very slowly. As she got to the top, she thought she heard a voice. I'm coming, I'm coming, and I'll get you! I'll kill you just as you did John! Ha, ha! I'l1 make it worse than dying. Revenge! ha, ha, revenge! The clock below struck eleven. Oh, dear God, why didn't somebody help her? What should she do? Was someone coming? There, she heard footsteps. They were light, airy footsteps on the stairs above her. It was coming down! It rounded the landing and started down the same stairs she was on. It brushed past her! She screamed and put her arms in front of her face as though to protect herself. What's wrong, Miss Hulda? Do you see a ghost? Oh, Lizzy, it's only you, but I can't see you. I can't see anything. What's happened? Come here, Lizzy. Light the candle. It's lit, Miss I-Iuldaf, But, Lizzy, I can't see you. Come right here in front of me with the candle. Oh, Miss Hulda, your eyes! Don't stare at me like that! Please, Miss I-Iulda! But-oh, Lizzy, Lizzy, come near me! What's wrong? My eyes, help me! I'm blind! I'm blind! 1 No, Miss Hulda, no! I-Iere's the candle. Can't you see now? No, nog I can't see! I ca-- Suddenly she stopped. What's that? Listen! Nothing but the waves, Miss Huldaf' Listen! It's a machine stopping in front. Your brother, Lizzy, is after me. Don't let him get me. Take me away quick, quick, away! My brother, my brother? I have no brother, Miss Huldaf' Weren't you born in France? Isn't your name La Salle? Heavens no! I'm French, but I was born in California, and my name is Carr. I'm an orphan. Oh, I see, but no matter. Take me away! I hear them coming up the steps. Lizzy took her into the bedroom where a secret passage led down to a tunnel out to the beach. But, Lizzy, I can't see. What shall I do? I'll fall. Oh, please help me! Stay here. I'll be right backf' When Lizzy opened the door, she was surprised to see a messenger boy standing there. Are you Miss Englemann? Here's a telegram for you. No, I'm not Miss Englemann, but I'll take it to her. When he was gone, Lizzy opened the telegram and read it. It was from a friend of Hul- da's and stated that Phillip La Salle had been killed in a train wreck that night at exactly eleven o'clock. Miss Hulda, it's a telegram. only a telegram. It's a- As she opened the door, she stopped short. There on the floor was Hulda Englemann. She had died of fright, fear of Phillip La Salle. He had gained his revenge. The thought of him had killed her although he would never know it. Lucille Klein. Dick POISED with one foot in the air, halfway through a forest, Dick stopped. He was a half-grown, police dog, intelligent and with lots of pep. He had just run away from home. He had a habit of running away, but he always returned. He could not seem to make his young master understand that he wanted a little freedom and did not wish to stay tied up or in the house all day. Now as he stopped, he heard a faint sound like a whimper. Cocking his head to one side, he listened. Directing his footsteps slyly forward, he peered through the bushes. What he saw made him start. Here was his young master, Tommy, only five years of age, slowly but surely being drawn into the depths of a terrible swamp. Dick stood still for a moment. Then, with wonderful speed, he tore through the woods and in a short time was home. After much trouble he got his little master's father and uncle to follow him. Wfhen at last Tommy was home safe in bed, everyone began to look for Dick. From a distance they saw him running wildly after a rabbit, absolutely unconscious of the deed he had performed. Anna May Robinson. V P in l T it i I lm Alone in the Woods MY FATHER, my mother, my two brothers, and I were returning from a fishing trip in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I thought we were getting fairly close to a resort down at the bottom of the range in a little valley, so I asked my father if I could run down the mountain ahead to be the first to reach the resort. He said, Yes, but don't go too fast and go straight toward the resortf' I started off jumping bushes and small stumps, until finally I found myself in the bottom of a deep ravine. The sides were so steep I could not climb them, so I decided to go down the ravine until I came to a place where I could get out, then retrace my steps. I kept walking and walking, but it seemed always to be as steep. The sun had sunk about an hour ago, and the weather was quite cold and nipping. It was getting darker and colder. I quickened my pace in order to get to the end of the ravine. I was listening, ready to jump and run at any time for I recalled a story an old-timer had told me once about a mountain lion that had jumped on a boy who was lost and had eaten him up. There were lots of bears up in these mountains, and once a timber wolf had been killed. I came to a little spring. I took a drink and walked on. Just as I was leaving the spring, I heard a twig snap behind me. I stopped and listened. The snapping of several other twigs broke the silence of the evening. Then I heard a rustling noise like a heavy animal crawling on its stomach. I re- membered from a book I had read that this was a sound similar to that made by a mountain lion before it sprang on its prey. I looked around but could see nothing for it was dusk. Then, too, a mountain lionis skin blends well with the leaves and is hard to see in the dark. I wished I had never left the rest of the party. I could feel those big, yellow eyes of a mountain lion glued upon me. I could not move. My hair was literallyistanding on end. I could still hear that rustling sound coming from behind my back. I heard some sort of lapping noise. I thought the lion was going to have one good drink before eating me. I heard the leaves rustling louder than ever. Turning, I saw the shrubs part! Out waddled an unusually large porcupine. He glanced at me and then went rustling and grumbling off in the op- posite direction. He had come down the stream to drink and not to eat me. I thought I had better hasten on before a lion did get me. I started off. I heard a noise coming from my side. I glanced around and saw a huge, black object against the blue, evening sky. I felt sure it was a bear. I jumped and ran down the ravine as fast as I could. To my surprise I looked up and saw the resort in front of me. After that experience I thought I had better stay with my father while out in the woods. When I got back to the car, I heaved a sigh of relief and thought, All's well that ends well? Lowell Smiib. Donnie? 'Toys THE NEW CHRISTQMAS 'roYs were sitting around the Christmas tree talk- ing. I think Donnie will like me best when he comes down to see us in the morning, said a big, fancy doll boastfully. I don't think you are so fine just because you are so bigf' piped up a little china doll. Donnie doesn't like dolls,', scornfully replied a little steam shovel. I think he will like me best because I am new and shiny with red paint, and he turned his back on the rest of the company. Hulda, a battered, old, rag doll sat in a corner of the sofa where Donnie had left her, listening to what the new dolls were saying. I wonderf' thought she, if Donnie will really like them better than me, but she said nothing. Soon it began to grow light, and the new toys were still arguing as to which Donnie would like best. It was just a little after seven o'clock, and the sun was peeping in the window to see the fun, when Donnie in his little, white nightgown came slipping through the door. He ran immediately to his new toys with shouts of joy. without so much as a glance at Hulda, who wished she was fresh and new like the other dolls. After the excitement of the day and the big dinner, Donnie was finally sent to bed. He had left his other toys. He had grown tired of them long ago, but he ran to Hulda and hugged her tight while he whispered in her ear, You are the best of the whole bunch. The others are so stiff and new I can't play with them, but you are just right. Then he tucked her under his arm and departed for bed. Hulda cuddled down by Donnie, now asleep, and murmured happily to herself, Now I do know that Donnie likes me best. Mary Fnlnzer. Time The rope no man can sever, The rope of time. lWrappea' nmnifolrl about the earth, It has eonneetea' the aneient with the 'nzorler-n. It is a cord with no beginning and no end. I t saw the earth created, I t saw human beings develo p, I t saw civilization begin, It sees our present world, And it shall see things that no man of this age shall see. Time should be respected, Time is power. Morton T. Swarth. Q Pulls p HE was ONE of those strong and tawny dogs, who, though not perhaps as handsome as true thoroughbreds, have a never-dying affection for their masters. He was called Pedro, and he lived with a recluse in a lonely little hut near the village. The recluse was a half-breed, part English, part Spanish. The villagers said of him that he was an ex-convict, some one to be let alone. When he walked down the street, people shunned his path, the dogs barked savagely at him, and the ragged village children flung stones in his direction. Many strange stories were told of him, all of them untrue, but nevertheless widely believed. Not liking this treatment of his dear master, Pedro fought the worthless village dogs and chased the ragged street gamins. It was his only way of defending the half -breed. Though hardy and strong, the man was quite old. He owned a tiny plot of land outside the hut, and on this he toiled tirelessly, working from early dawn till dusk. Pedro helped him as best he could, but, after all, he could not help much, for he was only a dog. A long time ago when a tiny puppy, the dog had been bought by the half-breed for a small sum. From that day on Pedro had loved and admired him and had always been faithful to him. As a master, he was kind and gentle. He understood Pedro, and Pedro understood him. One day the man fell desperately ill. He was alone in his hut save for the dog, but Pedro knew very well how to carry letters to the village. Tak- ing a paper addressed to the doctor, the dog bounded out of the room and down the road for help. When he saw his patient, the doctor shook his head and gave him some pills, but pills could not cure the half-breed's fever. Then nodding a good-night to the sick man, he left hurriedly, promising to return. The next few days the poor man grew decidedly worse. Day and night Pedro lay beside the bed, his large, faithful, brown eyes lixed sadly and intently on the sick man,s pallid and feverish face. One night the half- breed died. By his side the dog howled piteously, realizing now that his be- loved master was gone. Morning came, a morning sad for Pedro. It was not long before the coroner arrived. Despite Pedro's snarls and growls he carried the body away. In the afternoon of the following day the half-breed was buried in the little cemetery outside the village. The noisy throng of villagers, who had come to the cemetery out of curiosity alone, soon left. Over the grave, however, one solitary mourner sat, whimpering and calling for the master who would never answer him again. If dogs could weep, Pedro would have done so. A neighbor who had long admired Pedro agreed to take him now, but che dog would not eat. He was lost in grief for the only one he had ever loved. The next day Pedro was missing. The neighbor searched everywhere for him, but he was not to be found. A week passed. No Pedro. Seized -with a sudden idea, the neighbor went to the deserted little cemetery. There he found that the half-breed's grave had been dug open. On top of the cof- fin lay the limp body of the dog who in life had been his master's dearest companion. Pedro had died of a broken heart. The kindly neighbor gently closed the grave where the two pals slept. Ynez Iolmsfon. The llaosit Apron ABOUT FORTY-Five YEARS ago, when it was the style for little boys to wear velvet suits and gingham aprons, there was a little boy named Chester, who hated to Wear aprons. His grandmother made him wear them to kindergarten. One day he wore his best, black, velvet suit with a lace col- lar to kindergarten, and he was unhappy because he had to wear his apron. On his way to school he passed a gopher hole, and he quickly took his apron off, stuffed it down the hole, and went on to school. After a while his sister passed by and noticed the apron. She took it out and took it home to her grandmother, who wrapped it in a package and in- closed a note, saying: Dear Chetty, I was down in my house when, all of a sudden, it became dark and gloomy. On investigation, I found your apron in my doorway, and I am returning it as I know you will need it. Respectfully, MR. GOPHER.,, The little boy was so surprised he never objected to wearing his apron again. Elsie Latimer. o-jo, MY PERSIAN CAT, sat on the window sill looking out. He seemed - very quiet and peaceful, very gentle and lovable, with a dreamy, far- away look as he gazed at the horizon. He seemed to be thinking beautiful thoughts, perhaps of the blue sky and bay stretched out before him. Suddenly he rose, stood on his hind legs on the window sill, and gave a mighty slap at the bird cage overhead. Losing his balance, he fell with a thud to the floor and stalked with dignity into the other room where he went to sleep on the rug. Ann H all. My Garden I have a lovely garden Wfbere dainty ladies sit. They drink their tea in silver en ps And eat on golden plates. Some are white, some are blue, Others dressed in pink. ' They are quite pretty and quite gay. They are the flowers that grow In my garden every day. Ioy Rodifer. fifteen Hundred Dolllloirs TO-O-OT! It was five o'clock, and people of all descriptions were hurry- ing in every direction, well dressed people that gave the appearance of working in offices, men in greasy clothes walking together with their lunch boxes under their arms, and brightly dressed shop girls strolling arm in arm down the street, chewing poppy gum, and talking loudly. Only one person stood out in the throngs of passing people. He was a tall man whose dirty clothes showed that he worked in a coal yard. It was Jim Jones, who had caught our eye. He had worked hard that day, and tomorrow Josephine was leaving him. He hated to think of it. He would miss her coming to meet him every night when he came home from work, but twenty dollars a month wasn't much for two. Jim was nearing the tenement district in which he and Josephine were living. They had been happy there together, but now she was leaving. As he turned the corner, he saw Josephine coming to meet him. She was a cute, little thing with long, black, curly hair. She seemed happy, but she didn't know that this was their last day together. Josephine had been with him for two years, ever since her mother died. He was going to lose her now, but there was nothing he could do about it. They walked along for a block without saying a word. Then Jim realized that he must tell her the sad news. Well, Josephine, he said, as he patted her dark curls, tomorrow you're leaving. We've been together for a long time, and Isure am going to miss you. Josephine's eyes searched his face, and she was unable to say a word. She is a brave, little thingf' Jim thought as he looked down at little Josephine running along beside him. Now they reached the tenement house that was their home. It was a tall, brick building, nottoo beautiful, but it was where they had lived to- gether for two years. Jim would have to leave after Josephine left. It would be lonesome there without her. Jim just glanced at the mail box. It had been empty for two years. There was something in the box, something white. A letter! Who can it be from? Jim thought as he opened it with trem- bling fingers. As he read it, Jim's face brightened. He pinched himself to see if he was asleep and then read the letter over twice. Josephine, he shouted, you'll not have to leave after all. You know I sent your photograph into the picture contest? Well, you won the first prize! You won fifteen hundred dollars. Josephine looked up into Jimfs eyes, wagged her stubby tail, and barked joyfully. Betty H amen. My llfimiend EVEKY day when I come home from school a little mongrel dog comes 'to meet me. He is a forlorn looking creature and is always hungry and affectionate. He has a strange looking eye. His owner told me that when the dog was born, the iris was defective. As a result he sees things wrong. This makes him irritable and nervous. He sometimes runs after me when I am on my bicycle. He can stand up on his hind legs. He can also play dead. This dog does not belong to me, but I get as much happiness out of playing with him as if he were my own. Albert Queen. The Greatest Wish Achieved IT WAS a cold, cold night. The snow had stopped, and the moon had risen bright. The long Winter night of the artic had begun! Mitek was very much excited. He was to be fifteen on the morrow. He felt a warm tingling inside when he thought that he could at last go hunt- ing With the older men. He'd show them that he could hold his head up with the rest of them! With this fascinating thought in his mind, he slipped inside the igloo, and, after eating a hearty supper of uncooked, seal meat, he jumped into his bed, which was only a pair of reindeer skins. Early in the morning he was wakened by his mother shouting, Wake up, Mitek! You are fifteen years old todayln He quickly jumped out of bed, and, after he had slipped into his warm, furry jacket and trousers, he ran out into the cold air to feed the dogs. As he was throwing the big hunks of frozen meat to them, he looked out to sea to see if the ice was frozen solid yet. Wliat did he see out beyond the frozen ice? A spout of Water rose from a black object, and he knew at once it was a whale. The cry was soon taken up from end to end of the little village, and the men all gathered in front of Mitek's father's igloo. Itu gave his orders quickly. Each man get his kayak and harpoon! As the men ran off to do so, Itu said to Mitek, who was standing next to him, As it is your fifteenth birthday today, son, you may go out with us on this hunt. Run and get my extra kayak and harpoon. Hurryll' Mitek hurried off, and, as he went into the igloo, he shouted to his sis- ter, 'QNatsek, a whale is in today, and I am going hunting with the men. Aren't you proud of me? His sister was very scornful and said to him, You going hunting? You'd better watch out or you'll get hurt!', Mitek, burning with anger, took the harpoon and kayak from their places and hurried off, but took time to shout to his sister, 'tYou'll see. I can hunt as well as any of the men. All he received for an answer was a scornful laugh. Then he hurried back to his father, and, as soon as the other men returned, they carried their kayaks out beyond the solid ice and paddled off swiftly. As they came closer and closer to the whale, they saw that he was an extra large one and would be able to put up quite a fight. Itu shouted to the rest of the men, Be careful and take no chances. He then turned to paddling all the faster. Mitek was a fairly strong paddler, and he kept up with the men very well. From his place in the group of kayaks, he saw his father just behind the whale on the left-hand side, while Tunck, another great hunter of the village, was closing up on the right-hand side of the whale. Then he saw them both raise their harpoons and at the same instant, down! The har- poons plunged into the beastls great sides. The whale, after lashing about, suddenly dived deep, nearly upsetting the two kayaks in the motion. He then swam as fast as he could out to sea, but suddenly he swerved and came right at Mitek, who was now out of the group and trying to get ahead. As the whale came closer and closer, Mitek paddled swiftly out of the way. Just as the whale, with the two men dragging behind, came past where he had been, his father shouted, Come, son, and when he swims past, throw your harpoon at his head! Mitek shifted his position in the boat as the Whale came up from his dive. At that instant Mitek raised his harpoon. It hung there for a moment. Then it plunged into the creature's head. After a few struggles the whale died, and the three men who had done the killing dragged the Whale into the village behind their kayaks. Mitek, feeling very proud, paddled in beside his father. When the whole village congregated to meet them, Itu said, Oh, my people, it is seldom that we kill a whale, and we must all rejoice now, but I must tell you before you disperse that it was Mitek, my son, who really killed the whale. As a cheer rose from the people, Itu went on, I now say that he is one of the men of the village and must be treated with respect- due to one of this rank!', Here Mitek flung a triumphant glance at his sister, who, after blushing very red, retired behind her mother in confusion. Itu then turned to Mitek after the noise had died down and said to him in a voice full of pride, May you live long, my son, and always be called one of the greatest hunters among us! Mitek had at last gotten his greatest wish. He was a man! Betty Berrylaill. A Midnight llieed LIGHTS OUT, lights out! called the dean of the school as the big clock in the hall struck ten. ' A blanket covering the inside of the door kept the light from shining through cracks in room thirty-two as four girls sat around a bridge table. Let's have a midnight feed, suggested Mary I-Iollenback, one of the girls. p Oh, that would be lots of fun, agreed her sister. About fifteen minutes later the four girls were standing around-a lit- tle alcohol stove watching the progress of some fudge, when suddenly one of the burners began to melt away allowing the alcohol to rush out freely and run all over the table. A flame immediately burst up hemming three of the girls in toward the wall. Mary pulled all the covers off of the beds and tried to beat the fire out. As that did not seem to help much, she struck upon an idea. Dashing out into the hall, she jerked the fire extinguisher off of the wall, pulling half of the plaster with it. iOnce in her roomagain, she turned the heavy extin- guisher upside down, allowing the liquid to flow freely. One hour later, four tired girls, afraid to tell anyone of the incident, sat at the foot of their beds sleepily gazing at their once comfortable beds, that were now soaking wet. N mzcy A1111 Smith. Q Alone DURING a Christmas vacation Bill and a friend of his, Mark, had secured permission to go to Bill's grandfather, who had a cabin way up in the Allegheny Mountains. The snow came almost to the roof of the cabin. In some places the drifts covered the small trees. The first night at the cabin as they were having supper, Bill asked where his grandfather's dog was. I thought you knew, he said. He was killed by that mountain lion that I had trouble with last winter. I wish I could find his den, and I would shoot him. I The next morning Bill asked Mark if he would like to go to a cave he had discovered on a previous trip to his grandfather's. He said the snow would not be around the cave because of an overhanging rock above it, and he was positive he knew the way. It wouldnit take more than an hour. His grandfather said they could go if they would be sure not to be late for inner. After dressing good and warm, they started. The snow was fairly hard at the surface and did not break under their weight. In an hour or less they arrived at the cave. It had a small entrance with a tree in front partly con- cealing it. The first thing the boys noticed was a strange odor in the air. It smells like an animal, said Mark. I have it, shouted Bill. It's that lion that killed granddad's dog, so come on. Let's get moving. As Bill Hnished speaking, a low growl came from the cave. Fear seized the boys, and they needed no encouragement to start them running as fast as they could in the direction of the cabin. About ten minutes later the boys stopped exhausted and speechless, but Bill soon broke the silence. Look, it's snowing. We'd better go fast and get to the cabinf, ' After a half hour of fast walking it was snowing worse. They could see but a few feet ahead of them, so they got behind some rocks to wait for it to stop snowing long enough for them to continue. I don't even know where we are, said Bill. And we are all alone, toof' said Mark after a moment's silence. As the snow stopped coming so fast, Bill thought he could see some smoke rising from behind a drift of snow. Motioning to Mark, he went over to see what it was. Were they surprised when they saw the top of a cabin covered with snow! They dug down to the door and found Bill's grandfather there much worried. He listened to their story. Well, that sounds like a good enough excuse for being late, so I'11 let you go this time. Tomorrow if it's clear, I will get my snowshoes and hunt that lion. He also added that if he could shoot the lion he would give the boys the skin. Sure enough he did give it to them, their reward for finding the lion's den. Richard Graves. A lBonlHre The crackling bonfire flaming high Tries its best to reach the sky. Blazing, dancing, leaping, prancing, It must 'want to tell us something. I t shoots its fiery tongues that 'fl6,0f Can stretch too high into the air, Sending the smoke its winding 'ways As dies flown the sparkling blaze. A pile of glaring embers lies I Like shining stars from clark blue skies. Once in a while steals a tiny spark Through the gray ashes into the dark. Ieannette Mackie. The Grnndl Canyon A THE GRAND CANYON NATIONAL PARK is located in the northern part of Arizona. Before it was made a national park, it was often called the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, which sometimes caused people to think it was located in the state of Colorado. As you first see the Grand Canyon, you say, There it is, and settle down to let your Hrst impression sink in. Suddenly you discover that it is not always the same, that you are getting a series of impressions instead of just one. Many thousands of years of erosion by wind, water, and sands has carved the natural rocks of the canyon into various shapes and forms, such as sinking battleships, cathedrals, and temples, many of which are named. Some of them are named after mythical and historical characters such as The Temple of Venus, Temple of Vesta, Zoroaster Temples, and Isis Tem- ple. Other interesting formations are Mutt and Jeff, Duck on the Rock, Alligator, The Butterfly, and Figure Seven. The coloring of the canyon changes according to the time of day. Noon is the least interesting hour of the day to see it because the colors are dull, and the forms are flattened. As the shadows grow longer, the forms grow more fantastic and the colors change. Sometimes the canyon seems to be wrapped in a purple haze and at other times in a rose mist. Before long your mind is racing to keep up with the motion picture which has been unfolding before your eyes. You may point to a certain spot and say, Isn't that a gorgeous red? and behold, as you look, it has turned to a purple. The colors seem never twice the same. If it has happened to rain, the next morning the canyon may be com- pletely filled with a fog. As the sun shines, the fog seems to break and float around in beautfiul cloud forms until it disappears, leaving the coloring more beautiful than ever. A wonderful time to see the canyon is during a rain storm. In one spot you see a dark and gorgeous coloring, and, as you gaze, clouds may completely hide the view. In another instant the clouds seem to have melted away, and the sun has appeared making the spot an entirely different color. As you stand spellbound, a rainbow may stretch from one temple to another. However, the chief impression one gets at first of the canyon is that it is a small gorge. On the contrary, it is a labyrinth of canyons. From the El Tovar Hotel on the south rim of the canyon the distance to the north is thirteen miles and from E1 Tovar to Desert View on the east is eighteen miles. The Grand Canyon National Park contains 1009 square miles which inclose fifty-six square miles of the Grand Canyon. Through this winds the Colorado River for a distance of IOS miles. There are several ways in which to see the canyon. First, you may explore it from the footpaths which extend in many places along the rim. Then there are sight-seeing busses which follow paved highways close to the canyon and through pine forests. Another interesting way is to take one of the several trail trips by mule into the bottom of the canyon. On the trail down to Phantom Ranch one crosses a suspension bridge over the Colorado River and may continue from Phantom Ranch to the north rim. Recently an airplane service has been maintained, which gives a very com- plete view of the canyon, but the mule trips help you to better realize the depth of it. From the rim one may catch only a glimpse of the river here and there and can scarcely realize that far to the west of the Grand Canyon this river will be stopped in its flow by the great Hoover Dam. A lake one hundred miles long will be created by the dam, but the difference in elevation be- tween the base of the dam and the bottom of Grand Canyon below the El Tovar Hotel is so great that even when the lake is filled to its capacity its eastern boundary will still be many miles west of Grand Canyon. An average of a hundred thousand persons come to view the canyon every year. A large percentage returns again and again to try to gain a better understanding of the mighty forces through which the canyon was created. Billie Ennis. Thanksgiving I saw three pzmzpleiizs on a fence While two trees sta-mling hy Pelfed them- with auhiimz leaves, Laughing to see them- cry. That night the pnmplaiizs were all gone. The leaves heard not their cries, But in a lighted farmhouse near They were smiling, pumpkin. pies. Yvzez Iohizsfon. Joineifs Collection IT WAS Friday morning. Rochelle Demley was walking slowly to school when she heard in the near distance the schoolbell ringing. Holding her books tightly, she ran as fast as she could and entered her advisory room just as the tardy bell rang. Miss Ready called her up to the desk. You were nearly late, Rochelle. Try to be a little earlier next time, the teacher said. I will, Rochelle panted. Do you go to science in Room zo, first period this morning?,' Miss Ready queried. Rochelle, having answered in the affirmative, her teacher asked her to take the new pupil, Janet Darden, to her classrooms during the day. For the first time Rochelle noticed a short, blonde girl standing near Miss Ready. The girl smiled at Rochelle in response to her friendly greetings. The morning passed quickly. The girls found they were to be together most of the day. During the noon hour Janet and Rochelle ate lunch in the school cafeteria, made a tour of the school grounds, and then ended up at the museum. Oh, Rochelle, Janet exclaimed when she saw the museum, I've got a museum of my own at home. Rochelle promised to come to see Janet's museum the day after school. At 1 2 : 30 o'clock Rochelle took Janet with her to the Museum Committee Meeting. Mr. Smile, the science teacher, and Janet had become good friends during the science period. By one o'clock Janet was a member of the com- mittee. She was interested in the different ways the committee had of mak- ing money to better the thriving young museum-movies, magicians, plays, the exhibition of private hobbies, and stunts. After the visit to Janetis home Rochelle eagerly told her mother all about her new friends. Oh, she's the nicest girl, Rochelle cried, and mother, she lives in a perfectly adorable garden cottage. In the back yard there is an extra garage where Janet keeps her collections. Her father is a famous naval oHicer, and he has gone around the world ever so many times. Whenever he returns home, he brings a great many, valuable things to Janet for her collection. You ought to see her coins, mother. She has arranged her Chinese ones in the form of a huge fan on a Chinese skirt of the most beautiful color of Oriental orange. It's so beautiful, with little embroid- ered Hgures and cherry trees, even rice fields and dozens of other Chinese scenes all over it! Rochelle stopped, out of breath. Simply superb! she added. Taking a deep breath, Rochelle began again. That isn't all, either. She has all kinds of shells and little dolls, each one differently dressed in the costume of a nationality. Everything you could possibly think of in the way of a museum she has. She,s going to donate some things to the museum at Willard, too. The garage's overcrowded already. The school museum is growing bigger every day. Mother. isn't it grand? Reader, go back to Janet now. She is sitting in the attitude of the Thinker,' in the garage. All about her are her beloved hobbies which she has grown to love and cherish. See her walking about the room fingering each shell, each coin, her eyes roving over curios, stamps, and costume dolls. She muses, Shall I give all these to Willard? Oh, Janetf, she continues, ad- dressing herself, you will one day graduate from Willard. Manyyears after that memorial day you will come back to see the Willard School Museum. It will have grown to much larger proportions, and the little, thriving, young museum you knew as a junior high school student will then be famous. A new room all its own will shelter it, and you, walking about in it, will notice all your old things and the small, white, labeling cards bearing your name on them. You will think of all the people who have gleaned some knowl- edge from each thing you have given. ' Then I will give while I may. This little bleeding-tooth shell I will keep, and, kissing the spot of red which gave the shell its name, she walked from the room without a backward glance at the museum which meant so much to her, and which she would present to Willard the next day. Alice K. Davis. An Inspiration WOULDN,T YoU like to be a Girl Scout? We certainly have good times, but for thrills! They came on November 8 when we were invited to Palo Alto to see President and Mrs. Hoover. The people of California had wished for years to have a President of the United States from their state. As you all know, this wish was realized on the election of Herbert Hoover to the presidency in 1928. President and Mrs. Hoover made a special trip to California on Tuesday, November 8, that they might poll their votes in their home town of Palo Alto. Well, how did I happen to be there? It came about in this way, when a Girl Scout from Albany and two from Berkeley were chosen to represent the East Bay Girl Scouts. At Palo Alto we met other representative Scouts and, together, about four hundred of us went to the Hoover home. We assembled in the beautiful garden, and soon Mrs. Hoover, who is the leader of the Girl Scouts of America, came out accompanied by her beautiful grandchildren. After she had met us and talked to us, President Hoover appeared on a balcony overlooking the garden and waved to us. We girls gave a thrilling applause. Before Mrs. Hoover became the first lady of the land, she had a troop of Girl Scouts in Palo Alto. Three girls from this group presented Mrs. Hoover with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and an American flag. She was greatly pleased and made a gracious response. We sang a song which was followed by taps. President Hoover was moved to tears. After gracious farewells we left, realizing we had enjoyed something we should never forget. S Betty Am: Tlaormzs. Dancing leaves . Little, red, auturmz leaves flnfiering by, s Seatfererl arou-mi by fbe wimfs ' wild roar, Dancing and prancing awlai-rl in flue sky, Far 1: p fo fbe heavens will soar. Alice Keeblzer. A Dog For Salle Miss NEWMAN was sitting on the front porch enjoying the April sun when a small boy who was leading a dog hesitated in front of her gate. 'EDO you want to buy a dog, lady? the boy asked as he walked up to the porc . UI buy a dog!', exclaimed Miss Newman. Oh, no! I don't Want to buy a dog. He is really a good dog, and, if you don't want to buy a dog, I'1l give him to you for nothing because I ain't got no money to buy Tag a license, and, if he ain't got a license, the dog catcher will kill him. I don't want Tag to get killed ,cause I love him. The boy paused after giving all this in- formation, being quite out of breath. ' Where do you live? Miss Newman asked. I live down near the dumps. My name is Eddie Roberts, and I've got two brothers and two sistersf' I'll not buy your dog, Eddie, but I will give you a dollar to buy the dog a license so the dog catcher will not get him. She went into the house and returned with a dollar bill. She gave it to Eddie, and he left her to get the license. K The next morning while Miss Newman was washing the dishes, she heard a knock on the door, and, on answering it, she found that Eddie had come back to see if she hadn't changed her mind about buying the dog. Wouldn't your father and mother let you keep him? she asked. It seemed that when Eddie returned to his house there was nothing there to eat so his father took the money to get some food. The kids were all hungry so I had to give the money to pa, explained Eddie. I will buy your dog on one condition. Do you know how to bathe a dog? Yes'm, Eddie said, and he was soon at work. They were both sur- prised to see what a difference the bath made in the dog. Miss Newman was beginning to feel glad that she had bought this dog. That night she was awakened by a strange noise. At first she thought it was the dog, but she could see the figure of a man silhouetted against the window on the top of the stairs. She screamed, jumped out of bed, and the burglar fled. In the morning the police found that only a coffee pot was missing. They held no hope of ever recovering it for her. Miss Newman felt very sorry about this because it was an old, family heirloom, and she prized it greatly. As she was eating her lunch, she heard a familiar knock on the door. She knew 'it was Eddie because anyone else would have rung the doorbell. The boy stood at the door holding a gunny sack in his hand. Here, he said, pushing the gunny sack toward her. But Eddie,', cried Miss Newman, where did you get this? I knowed where he put things, Eddie said, so I took this out of his sack and brought it to you. I didn,t want him to take your things. Miss Newman opened the sack and there was her great-grandmother's coffee pot. But, Eddie, what will he do to you? asked Miss Newman. I probably will not be able to Walk for a month, Eddie said, but I don't caref, No, said Miss Newman, he'll not harm you while Fm alive. I'1l attend to that. Now you go and get yourself cleaned up. g ' Miss Newman seemed quite proud of herself, and one thing seemed sure, she had acquired a boy as well as a dog. Iean johnson. n In Winter,s Reign The fall has come to us at last, The sum nzer's joys and sorrows past. The leaves upon the ground now lie, And the hare hranehes ereak and sigh. Soon snow upon the ground does fall In fluffy flake or pujcy hall. Now the hare ground lies hard and still. Near frozen are the lake and rill. The squirrels have gathered in great store Of nuts, hut still they look for more. Under each twig and leaf they pry, And not a nut escapes their eye. The birds their southward way have ta'en, And wood Chuck in his hole has lain. The woods see nz nearly void of game, So still are they. Hugh Ferrier. nun, smug 5, 2 E E i s T '1 U Dil! f. J rn- ' STUDENT OFFICERS Willard Student Body IT is AN established custom that the president of the student body write a report for THE TARGET. Willard has seen improvements in her school system during the past term. Important among these was the vigorous campaign against law breakers of the school. Our principal, Mr. Clark, the teachers, and the traliic officers have all united vigorously along this line. An improvement has been noted. The renewal of the library reports in the student body meetings concerning new books received and the stress- ing of adjustment of library regulations is a fine idea. These reports have not been given for the past one or two years. This term it has been experi- mental and so successful that we suggest its continuance. The following assembly meetings have been held: The Constitution Day Program, a meeting during Fire Prevention Week with Captain Higgs as the speaker, our Armistice Day Program, the museum show-a grand success, a play given by Mrs. Hall's seventh and eighth grade English classes for Book Week, which proved an excellent and most entertaining way to emphasize Book Week, and the Christmas Program. The officers of the student body are Dale Van Slyke, president, Lester Ready, vice-president, Gurney Breckenfeld, secretary, and Doras More- ton, Red Cross representative. Thepstudent body representatives are Warren Ronneberg, Mary Stan- ton, Lester Hink, Betty Phillips, Crystal Colby, Joe Dieves, from the high ninth advisoriesg Gordon Jones, Janet Graff, Bill Biggerstaff, Janet Hart- zell, Lester Ready, Shirley Larson, Stewart Mulford, Beverly Starr, Billy Black, Betty Thomson, from the low ninth, Mary Lou Upton, Ernest Smiley, Barbara Berg, of the high eighth, Louise Corbett, Richard Hirsch- kind, Violet Laudel, Edward Adams, Ray Altman, of the low eighth, Ro- bert Hink, Fillmore Eisenmeier, Wilbur Hedquist, from the high seventh, James Leppard, Donald Horn, Virginia Miller, Mary Fulmer, representing the low seventh grades. ' Dale Van Slyke. F In Memory of Yolanda Celt-:stre CNE OF the saddest events of the year at Willard was the passing of Yo- landa. Very cheerful and friendly to all her acquaintances, her death caused a distinct feeling of bereavement among the teachers and pupils of Willard. She was uniformly courteous and reliable in performing every task required of her to the best of her ability. Yolanda was very popular with her school associates, and her memory will be cherished by all who knew her. Her schoolmates and the faculty of Willard extend their deepest sym- pathy to the family and relatives of this girl who, to us, was like human sunshine. S Uar Citizenship Program Gun CITIZENSHIP program has been in operation for a year now, and it ' may be well to take stock. As yet, no one is satisied with either the mechanism or the results of the plan. However, we have made some prog- ress and feel that a citizenship program is something which we cannot af- ford to be without. Today educational and business circles are talking about the necessity for citizenship training in our public schools. With these thoughts in mind, the Citizenship Committee will continue its labors to revise and improve our present plan. The Special Privilege Cards for superior citizenship for the term ending in June of this year were awarded on September I 3. Those receiv- ing First Year Cards were Dorothy Ernst, Beverly Wann, Gala Bunje, Marjorie King, Nancy Boyd, Raymond Bronson, Margaret King, Char- lotte Blake, Molly Davis, Laverne Harbaugh, Gladys Hirsch, Barbara Mel, Janice Pearsall, Charles Rappold, Alice Walls, Doretta Jean White, Ruth Higginbotham, Jean Hubbard, Eleanor McKeeghan, Mieyeko Oshida, Ar- lene Vincent, Richard Scott, Dorothy Smith, Sadie Brower, Elizabeth Newman, Helen Barry, Sumaye Harano, Kimiye Kawakami, Anne Rowell, Gilman Leist, Leslie Lockwood, Shirley Ames, Fillmore Eisenmeier, Jane Erickson, Peggy Lee Erdman, Anne Morgan, John Van Heerden, Emegene Ehorn, Tune Frisbee, Ruth McLaughlin, Marcella Waibel, Jack Mc- Donough, Cleo Kingsley, Mary McPeak, Raymond Rico, Ada Nutting, Audrey Evernden, Michiko Kawakami, Robert Foster, Davida Jane Lar- son, Norma Lindstrom, Katherine Nims, Maryeve Spicer, Loring Barker, Jeannette Mackie, Doris Cooper, Mary Dent, Setsuko Kawakami, Charles Lundholm, Marie Maher, Betsy Saph, Mary Lou Upton, James Wescott, Marion Torpen, Lois Bradshaw. Those receiving Second Year Cards were Emaleen Gordon, Doras Moreton, Marjorie Rosenthal, Gurney- Breckenfeld, Yoshi Hibino, Reva lean Logan, Haidee De Witt, Nancy De Witt, Elizabeth Burns. Narcisa Rhodes, Jeanne Hays, Virginia Waldo, Violet Laudel, Faye Linville, Max- ine Phillips, Mary Ann Delmore, Mary Kobayoshi, James Ruff, Natalie Becker, Alice K. Davis, Alice Keehner, Marion Smith, Jean Barker, Shirley Larson, Margery Skaife, Muriel Stevens, Shizu Takaki, Dale Van Slyke. The Girl? Tintiflfilc Commission THE AIM of the Trafhc Commission is to promote an orderly and safe passing from room to room and about the school premises. The duties are divided equally between the boys' and girls' divisions, and each oHicer is assigned a definite post. Regular meetings are held for the purpose of dis- cussing trailic problems. The following have served on the committee this year: Jewel Baker, Jean Bower, Elizabeth Burns, Dawn Cochrane, Edith Dailey, Dorothy Dill, Janice Graff, Marjorie King, Shirley Larson, Doras Moreton, Imogene Price,Mary Rakestraw, Elsie Shedler, Helen Schmidt, Marion Smith, Doro- thy Smith, Margery Skaife, Claire Thatcher, Betty Ann Thomas, Virginia Tolen and Barbara Watkins. Dawn Cochrane. Boys, 'llirniilihc THIS ORGANIZATION is composed of boys having attained either an A or a B in citizenship. We aim to direct traffic in the corridors and conduct on the premises that will reflect credit on our student body. The officers have, on the whole, been faithful and efficient, an asset in the school organi- zation. The trafflc officers are Dale Van Slyke, Webster Rowell, Edward Peter- son, Joe Dawson, Kenneth Davis, Bennie Hall, Herbert Kerlinger, Stanley Weston, Jack Heaslett, NVard Allison, Dick Ellis, Sherman Lea, Richard Scott, Richard Grinnell, Robert Stone, Warren Ronneberg, Earl Cleave, George Carver. The Junior' Red Cross THE JUNIOR RED Cnoss has been very busy this term. Because of the depression, which we are only now beginning to conquer, there has been more than the usual amount of work. The Junior Red Cross carries on an international correspondence through which many albums of illustrated letters telling of our schools and our country have been sent to the different districts of Europe and Asia. Many more interesting letters have been received in return by us from these foreign lands. With the true spirit of community service a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner was given to those in need. All of the Berkeley schools contributed their share for this dinner. For Christmas each school has given its quota of lovely boxes to be sent to those who would otherwise have no Christmas. Willard, under the competent direction of Miss Carpenter, has contributed ten of these boxes in which were clothes made by the sewing classes, beads and dolls for the girls, knives and many toys that boys enjoy, besides useful articles, such as soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and wash cloths. The Junior Red Cross is an international organization of boys and girls that has done a great deal of constructive work for peace and good will all over the world and will continue to serveat home and abroad in the future. Doras Moreton, Willard Junior Red Cross Representative. Book Week Books here, books the-re, Books and booklets everywhere, Hundreds of books, thousands of books, Millions and billions and trillions of books! Is THERE anything more delightful and engaging than to read a book by a nice, warm fire and listen to the patter of rain on the roof ? Yes, what would we do without books? . In the past few years it has been the custom to set aside one week in November as National Children's Book Week. During this week the best new books are displayed in schools, libraries, and shops, and our minds are iilled with the desire to read good books not just during Book Week, but throughout the year. Our celebration this year included a Book Week Pllay, The Book Review, and a library display of the outstanding books of t e year. The cast of the play in which we met our old friends from Little lVo- 1nen, The Birds, Christ-mas Carol, Tom Sawyer, Robin Hood, and others was as follows: herald, Frank Gray, Jimmy fa school boyl , Herbert Bull, teacher, Happy Coyle, fairy godmother, Maxine Phillips, book review chorus, Mary Marjorie Beal, Betty Berryhill, Kathleen Fox, Geraldine Nat- ress, Virginia Saam, Grace Tufts, Gertrude Withers. Among the Ruggleses were Mrs. Ruggles, Thelma Hume, Sarah Maud, Barbara Knowles, Letty, Elizabeth Glasson, Peter, Bob Kerley, Kitty, Margaret Meads, Clement, Morton Smith, Peoria, Adele de Fremery, Susan, Lelia Cayne, Cornelius, Bud Lindsay, Larry, Roland Hawkins. Bill Raymond was Oliver Twist, Mr. Bumble, Glen Slaughter, Mrs. Mann, Myrl Wilson. Rebecca of Sunny- brook Farm was Eirwen Jones. Tom Sawyer was Billy Olson. Huck Finn was Robert Lundholm. Robin Hood was Douglas Gould, men, Harry Heasloop, Sherman Hay, Carl Johnson, Stephen Brashear. From Little Women appeared Meg, Viola Wilson, Jo, Jane McCallum, Beth, Lupe Llausas, Amy, Charlotte Gray. The Prince was Ray Altman, Pauper, Lowell Smith. From Treasure Island appeared Captain Silver, Morris Ray- chaft, Pew, James Wescott, other pirates, Jed Blake, Harry Skinner, Wayne Lashway, George Stevens, George Burge. Julio Totoro, Victor Savage, Constance Williams assisted as electricians. The following is a list of some of the newest books in our library: Eliza- beth F . Lewis' You-ng F 11-, Cornelia Meigs' Swift Rivers, Hildegarde Haw- thorne's Open Range and Wheels toward the West, Pearl Buck's Young Revolutionist, Helen Follett's Magic Portholes, Amelia Earhart,s The Fun of I t, Carl C. Ackeley's In Brightest Africa, C. L. Skinner's Debby Barnes- Trader, Rear Admiral E. R. Evans' Ghosts of the Scarlet Fleet, Rachel Fields' H epatica Hawks, M. I. Rossls Back of Time, Thames Williamson's On the Reindeer Trail, Rose B. Knox's Gray Caps, Florence Asycough's Firecracker Land, Bess S. Byrne's With Mikko through Finland, Laura E. Richard's Tirra Lirra, and the splendid new edition of Ramona. jean Barker. QM XXKXXXXXXYNB issggf lllrss Fdzfor -..c:,.4,cx.. ...UI f '.'. .' A .' ' .'.' --. .' .Hs .' - 1. T4 . ,. ,. ,. ,. ,l , . , .'a ... '- ,ffg . 1,2 , .'..a ', ' ,r '.',n 1, . ,v ' .. Q .,,' Q TARGET ,. . . . , Q r. ' . 1 ' , f ' w ,'. v STAFF ' W W gk l,Xis, lil: Q ' 'JFSsr Qi 8 . E' ' , 5. 53. Fi. E l 3 n 3 X gf ' -7 .QR K -P E wmaofw WARD ALLISON Associate Editors . MARY CAREY, BEATRICE NIAXXVELI. Assistants: Bill Andrews, Marjorie Barker, Helen Barry, Natalie Becker, Joyce Branch, Elizabeth Burns, Audrey Cowan, Margaret Cow- ling, Martha Cox, Gertrude Davis, Mary Dent, Dorothy Dill, Dick Ellis, Hugh Ferrier, Emaleen Gordon, Janice Graff, Charlotte Gray, Janet Hart- zell, Jeanne Hayes, Shirley Larson, Phyllis Mahon, Janice Miller, Patsy Murphy, Robert Nelson, Margaret Oatman, Narcisa Rhodes, Margery Skaife, Douglas Sutter, Claire Thatcher, Max Thelen, Virginia Tolen, Foster Veirs, Barbara Watkins, Robert Wattron. FACULTYADVEORS MR. CLARK . . . . . . . Principal Miss CHRISTY ........ Teacher Hoxv UNATTRACTIVE our Target would be without the able assistance of our art department. The cover and cuts have again been designed in the usual efficient manner. In addition to these features the students of both Mrs. Underhill and Miss Bolton have provided some very attractive posters for advertising purposes. They have been posted in various advantageous sections of the buildings and have served as an excellent advertising medium for our Target. We appreciate their kindly aid and extend to them and all who have contributed to the success of our school paper our hearty thanks. Right here and now we wish all our faculty and fellow students the best of the season's greetings. Block Tlimut Tackle , BLOCK OLD MAN DEPRESSION,S TACKLE. Your education cost a consid- erable amount of money. This sum is paid partly by your parents and partly by other taxpayers. When you bring home a poor report card, you are falling down on your job. You are not working for the opportunity afforded you and have failed to earn a pay check worthy of your position. Your parents have a perfect right to expect a good card from you. If you fulfill their expectations, you are defeating Old Man Depression, for a good report card at this time may cheer up people who are making a sacri- fice to send you to school. It is not fair to the taxpayers, your parents, or yourself if you do not take full advantage of your education. Prove to them that you are an investment that will never fail to pay the highest dividends. Umar Dads' Club THE MosT RECENT ORGANIZATION founded at Willard is the Dads' Club. It was organized November 9, I932. It was planned for the purpose of communication and cooperation between the fathers, school officials, and the teachers. The Dads' Club and the Parent-Teacher's Association, of which the mothers are members, are valuable societies. The latter has already done much to improve our school. They have taken a great interest in our library. They also help every year in our Spring Day Festival. At the end of each term if any graduates are unable to wear the required uniforms, they are supplied by the efforts of our Willard P. T. A. The officers elected for the Dads' Club are as follows: president, Mr. L. R. Fulmerg secretary and treasurer, Mr. Adolf de Fremery. Such associa- tions have Been formed solely for the purpose of promoting the welfare of the school and students. Our report cards recording the results of our best efforts will show our appreciation of mother's and dad's kindly interest. Imogene Price. Max Thelen I-r. Tuuiliglint Thoughts Slowly the sun disappeared in the west, A-nd the great, weary -world settled down to rest. Leaves were astir with the breezes of -night, 4 And the moon from above shed her pale, radiant light. High in the heavens bloom ed each silver star, Flooding the woods with its beams from afar. O jf in the distance the sad, restless sea Mingled its voice with each 'rnurinruring tree, While in the village the curfew bell's chime Bad e men to take heed, 'twas the hour of nine, The time when each person should bein his bed With all lam ps extinguished and every prayer said. S0 came the evening, and night held her reign Until in the morning the sun rose again. - Haidee De Witt. The Gnrls Glfee Club THE GIRLS GLEE CLUB has appeared on several programs th1s year Among them was a radro program when they sang the followlng selec t1ons A Twzlzglaf Revel To a Wild Rose japanese Love Song Flying Clouds A Bzg Brown Bear Amaryllls The members of the Grrls Glee Club feel lt IS qu1te an honor to belong to the organlzatnon The officers are Doras Moreton presldent Cla1re Thatcher v1ce presldent Mary Stanton secretary Jan1ce Graff Hope Valenune Betty Berryhlll lrbrarlans Mary Rakestraw and Beatrlce Max well accompanlsts Narcrsa Rhodes Imogene Prrce Jan1ceM1ller sectlon cha1rmen Janet Hartzell May Goodwm Elsle Shedler courtesy com ITIIICIICC The members of che G1rls Glee Club are Suzanne Agnew Mary Mar jorle Beal Audrey Belmam Cornella Blngham Betty Blankenburg Joan Sallne Cheek Beverly Cooper Happy Coyle Betty Caldecott Mary Ann Delmore Moucha Dehe Florence Der1ckson Shxrley Dxll Dor1s Dunlap Anne Duhrlng Esther Fmn Kathleen Fox Mar1on Fuller Betty Graham Margaret Hall Vlfglnla Haddock Clara H111 Helen Honsmger E1rwen Iones Marjorle Klng Cleo Klngsley Lucllle Kleln Dorothy Lanslng Betty Lasher Toya Leporsky Mary Ann L1nv1lle Lupe Llausas Ieslre Lockwood Dorls Lowry Jean Luhr Iane MacCullum Beatr1ce Matzke Mary McPeak A1leen Mlnasslan Geraldlne Nattress Eleanor Nevm Jean Porter Jean Pruden Lols Pruden Margaret Rogers Lella Rutland Vlr g1n1a Saam Mary June Schendel Helen Schm1dt Margery Ska1fe Chrxs txne Snyder Patsy Stava Rowena Stetson Mary Stevens Mary Sutherland Betty Taylor Mary Templeton Betty Ann Thomas Barbara Lee Thomas V1rg1n1a Tolen Dena Totoro Grace Tufts Erma Wellborn Ruth Wh1Hin Vlola Wnlson Mary Stzmfon Secretary ' 9 , . ' 5 f h , ,, , , , , , T , . , S 3 , S ., , ' ' l U. . : , u . 3 . ' Q ' . 5 . - s S . a , n, Q 1 - 1 - Y . 3 3 I Q 1 . - . 3 s 9 l 9 . I , - 1 u n u n , I 7 3 3 Blunt, Patricia Brooks, Suzanne Bruen, Mary Carey, Ernestine Chamblin, I 7 , . 9 I 9 5 . 1. , I . 3 I 5 , n n s , , 1 , , u 1, a u , n , n . , I , 3 3 v 3 I I 3 A Q Q ' , 3 3 'J I 3 l .7 I 3 . . 3 . 1 1 . 3 9 . 3 i . 3 i 3 I l . 7 . - J 9 3 I 3 . - D Y 9 3 , D 3 . . 9 3 3 j . , ' I The Boys' Gllee Cllulb THE BOYS' GLEE CLUB is composed of the following members: Edward Adams, John Arbios, Frederick Archambault, James Baker, Charles Bell, Donald Bockbrader, Henry Bowman, Fred Boylin, Joe Bowman, Boris Bunje, Louis Bennett, Charles Evans, Thomas Fletcher, Frank Gray, Robert Jewell, Viggo Kiosterud, John Linville, Paul Lucas Leon Pius, Charles Rice, Emmett Rogers, Victor Savage, Ernest Smiley, Robert Shafer, Richard Sutcliffe, Charles Tyler, Richard Webb, James Wilson, Charles Wood, Bud Wilkins. The officers are Paul Cole, president, Jerome Brashear, vice-president, Joe Machell, secretary, Raymond Rambo, treasurer, Gordon Jones and Ward Allison, librarians, Sydney Dent and Basil Pearce, courtesy commit- tee, Ernestine Chamblin, accompanist. This club sang the following selec- tions for the American Education Week Program, November 9, 1 9 3 2: The Volga Boatmen, a Russian folk song, Kentucky Bahe by Adam Beibel, and Neapolitan Nights by Lamecnik. I oe Machell, Secretary. The Jog of Christmas- Christmas again! The glorious time of year That fills with joy the hearts of large and small! Bring in the log and let the wreaths appear. Let spruce ana' fir adorn the spacious hall With mistletoe upon the lighted wall. The wintry winds howl round the mountain den And toss aloft the pinetree hranches tall. Let peace on earth and all good will to men Be present now, nor ever leave again. Mary Carey. The Junior' Gllee Clliulh . THE JUNIOR GLEE CLUB, under the direction of Mrs. Osgood, meets twice a Week on Tuesday and Thursday. This organization gives an opportunity to seventh grade children with special ability to do more ad- vanced choral work. The members of the group are William Wann, Evelyn Slusser, Virginia Miller, Lois Bugbee, Florence Shea, Maria Martin, Shirley Becker, Betty Meyer, Doreta White, Betty Kirkman, Verna Johnson, Evelyn Bergen, Barbara Knowles, first sopranosg Alma Tregoning, Margaret Wright, Vic- toria Sandner, Phyllis Gwinn, Nancy Ferrier, Jean Schmitt, George Petti- grove, Anne Beck, Barbara Mel, second sopranosg Laverne Harbaugh, Mariory Cox, Mary Kulmer, Stephen Brashear, Jane Klemgard, Alice Forkum, Evelyn Winder, James Brooke, Edgar Stutt, Craig Gaffney, Na- buko Higashi, altos. - My Kittens I have three little kittens, And a mother cat, too. At times they get so noisy . I doift know what to do. Sometimes when they seem hungry, I try to feed them milk, But all they do is spill it On their little coats of silk. Each day they grow more lively Aml learn to rim and play, But soon the day is coming When I 'll give them all away. Robert Morris. 0.4 Ji The Willard Urchestrn THE ORCHESTRA has been doing line work under the able direction of Mr. J. Ray Salisbury. They played for the Armistice Day Program on November Ioth. On November zrst, they played two numbers for the Berkeley City Institute which seemed to be greatly appreciated by the teachers and our superintendent. They also took part in the Museum Week Grand Concert of December znd. Their final appearance for the term will be at the Graduation Exercises on December 16th. The membership consists of Victor Relich, concert master, Richard Nichols, Byron Lowe, Doras Moreton, Charlotte Gray, Ralph Jones, Max Thelan, Harold Johnson, Betsy Saph, Violet Laudel, Gala Bunje, Peggy Lee Erdman, Eugene Wheeler, Boris Bunje, Jack Hutchison, Kampe Lewis, Aileen Gilkey, Sidney Konigsberg, Lloyd Minear, Lincoln Werum, Betty Cox, Dolores Halling, Reva Jean Logan, Wesley Plunkett, Billy Margaret Ennis, Constance Meilink, Alta Todd, jane Klemgard, Albert Queen, vio- lins, Ben Snyder, Jean Barker, Emaleen Gordon, Paul Ogilvie, Sherman Hay, Edward Peterson, Cornelia Bingham, Charles Gray, Betty Johnson, Emajane Ehorn, Mary Bennett ,cellosg Norman Mclntire, Webster Rowell, Herbert Michael, Audrey Cowan, Roger Willis, Bob Stone, Herbert Bull, reeds, Dick Vance, Billy Andrews, Marjory Brockhurst, saxaphones, Mar- tha Cox,E-flat clarinet, Christine Snyder,David Shivell,Bob Wright,Frank Gray, solo cornets, Bob Foster, Harold Queen, Ernest Genss, second cor- nets, George Dyke, F horn, Horace Corbett, souzaphone, Stanley Weston, Glen Harter, baritone, Charles Brown, Lowell Smith, trombone, Fred Boylin, Louis Bennett, George Sauer, Ralph Scott, Herman Ivantosh, drums, Jack Hurst, cymbals, Margaret Phelps, Beverly Wann, Margaret King, string bass, Florence Derickson, Erma Wellborn, piano. The Willard Band THE BAND is doing fine work under our new director, Mr. J. Ray Salis- bury, who, however, is not new to our school. Our band is made up of forty-six members. Among these there are twelve cornets, fourteen clari- nets, five drummers, four trombones, four double basses, two baritones, two mellophones, two tubas, three saxophones, and one souzaphone. Our members are Christine Snyder, David Shivell, Roy Reece, Ernest Genss, Bob Wright, Harry Regina, Frank Gray, David Bowman, Harold Queen, Henry Berriman, Jack Seymour, Bob Roster, Martha Cox, Robert Stone, Audrey Cowan, David Ayers, Douglas Gould, Roger Willis, Laddie Bent, Webster Rowell, Norman Mclntire, Marjorie Brockhurst, Herbert Bull, Gilman Leist, Herbert Michael, Dick Vance, Bill Rawn, Bill Shuey, Ralph Scott, Fred Boylin, George Sauer, Sherman Lea, Charles Brown, Dick Logan, Lowell Smith, George Dyke, Stanley Weston, Horace Corbett, Jim Johnson, Glen I-Iarter, Margaret Phelps, Beverly Wann, Margaret King, Stanley Weston, Herman Ivantosh, Jack Hurst. Seven of our members will graduate, and they will be missed by all. Good luck to them. Fred Boylin, Secretary. Evening A white moon, hiding, peers from lrzcework honghs of budding leaves. In the burnished west the sun sinks far he- hind the hills. The ,ghostly wind in the treetops softly sigh- ing breathes. The hidden crickets sing in reverent, eve- ning trills. Reva Iean Logan. The Piano Club THE WILLARD PIANO CLUB has met on the second and fourth Friday of each month. The membership is composed of the following: Geneva Bartlett, Shirley Becker, Robert Brower, Lidia Bracinni, Lois Bugbee, Mil- ton Chamblin, Dawn Cochrane, Gertrude Davis, Norma Dotters, Jean Fletcher, Adele de Fremery, Elizabeth Glasson, Ann Halstead, Thelma Hume, Barbara Knowles, Edith Kroll, Jean Liddicoat, Theresa Maioline, Beatrice Maxwell, Aileen Minassian, Fernando Montijo, Geraldine Nattress, Helen Oatman, Narcisa Rhodes, Dorothy Robinson, Joy Rodifer, Kath- ryn Scott, Ernest Smiley,,Christine Snyder, Margaret Spicer, Dena Totoro, Mary Fulmer, Jane Verrill, Arlene Vincent, Robert Wattron, Constance Williams, Evelyn Winder, Mary Jean Schendel. The officers for the term are Mary Rakestraw, president, Moucha Dehe, vice-president, Florence Derickson, secretary, Erma Wellborn, assistant secretary. The program committee consists of Ernestine Chamblin, chair- man, Barbara Mel, Esther Finn. At the first meeting on September 9th, after the election of officers, Mary Rakestraw played Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin. l The second program of September 2 3rd included the following num'- bers: Elfin Dance Uensenj and Brooklet QHellerj by Milton Chamb- lin, Black Eyes CThompsonJ by Barbara Mel, Tarantella fHellerj by Barbara Knowles, Sonata CGriegj and Black Key Etude QChopinj by Ernestine Chamblin. On October 14th these selections were heard: Valse Capricev QNew- manj by Lidia Bracinni, The End of a Perfect Day,' fBondj as a trio by Christine Snyder fcornetj , Ben Snyder fcelloj , and Mrs. Snyder fpianoy. Mrs. Snyder, guest artist, played two splendid solos, The Windv fBrahmsj and Fire Dance from Siegfried', CWagnerj . The fourth program of October 28th follows: Spinning Songl' CMen- delssohnj by Mary Rakestraw, Waltz CKingj by Jean Fletcher, Min- ute Waltz CChopinJ by Milton Chamblin, second movement of Moon- light Sonata CBeethovenJ by Ernestine Chamblin, Sonatina fKellanJ Mary Jean Schendel, Crescenda CLassenj by Florence Dedickson, Rus- tic Song CSchumannQ by Helen Oatman. At the fifth program, which was held on December 9th, the following numbers were rendered: Waltz in E-flat CChopinj by Geraldine Nat- tress, Sonata which was the first movement of Op. 49, No. 1 fBeet- hovenj by Helen Oatman, Sonata of Op. 5 CMozartj by Barbara Mel, Melody in F QRubensteinj by Erma Wellborn, Prelude in G Minor CRachmaninovQ by Mary Rakestraw, Anitra,s Dance CGriegJ by Flor- ence Derickson. Florence Derickson, Secretary. 4 Sunset Wherz the shadows round us fall, Down into his painted bed, A-nd the birds have ceased their song, And on clouds of rosy red Mister Sun, a big red ball, Lays to rest his sleepy head Slowly sinks behind the hills As he bids us all good-night. ' jean Porter. ,kwin q i :ll fs: .42 ,X um 0 :hs fx 1 Tx -E14 is U --'l et-few new . ' Volllley Bull VOLLEY BALL is the first scheduled interclass and interschool activity of the fall semester. Representative teams are chosen from the best play- ers in each class, and the winners of the interclass competition play the other Berkeley junior High Schools. The high eighth and high ninth girls and the high eighth and high ninth boys defeated the other class teams. The high ninth boys won from Burbank and Edison and were awarded their block W's. The players on this victorious team were Warren Ronne- berg fcaptainl , Ian Back, Fred Boylin, Frank Dinsmore, William McPher- son, Robert Nelson, Edward Peterson, and Clyde Slusser, assisted by the substitutes, Bob Delaney, Joe Dieves, Ray Kohrs, Hamilton Lowe, Norman Mclntire, Bob Rogers, Webster Rowell, Frank Silva, Stewart XValker, Eugene Wheeler, Oliver Wolcott, and Charles Young. The high eighth team included George Burge, Ed. Cannon, Roy Cun- ningham, George Hemphill, Yoshiyuki Hibino, Bob Howell, Wayne Lash- Way, Dick Maulsby, Roy Reece, Ralph Scott, George Stevens, Harold Swantner, Tom Tanabe, Verne Taylor, Ed. Valentine. In the interclass series the high eighth won from the low eighth two sets out of three, I 5-9, 8-15, 15-8, If-4, and 15-8. The low nines included the following: Robert Allen, Bill Biggerstaff, Jerry Brashear, Boris Bunje, Paul Cole, Ed. Dexter, Reginald Grady, Bob Greig, Jack Heaslett, Gordon Jones, Joe Machell, Bob Maxwell, Edgar May, Jack Seymour, Ben Snyder. The low eights were Ray Altmann, Joe Bowman, Craig Combs, Clif- ford Crabtree, Charles Knowles, Arthur McIntosh, Dan Paulsen, Harry Regina, Tom Sagimori, Glenn Slaughter. The high seven players were Robert Anderson, Stephen Brashear, Car- los Burgerin, Reggie Davis, Bill Dreusike Ccaptainb , Iga Gagarin, Frank Hoyt, Herman Ivantosh, Jimmy Van Slyke. The high sevens won inter- class games, two straight, from the low sevens, 1 5-o and 1 5-o. ' HIGH NINE voI.I.EY BALL INTERSCHOOL CHAMPIONS, BLOCK W WINNERS The low seven players were James Brooke, Walter Burnham, Fred Clif- ford, Carlton Crystal, Craig Gaffney, Andrew Gillespie, William Kelleher, Harry Koplan, George O'Connor, and George Steneberg. Among the girls' volley ball teams the high nine girls were interclass champions, and they were Margaret Ingalls, Jean Johnson, Marjorie King, Sue MacKay, Eleanor Massie, Margaret Smith, Mary Stanton, Vivian Sulli- van, Jane Verrill, Jean Luhr, Lucille Klein, Mary Rakestraw, and Anna May Robinson. The high eight girls were also interclass champions, and their names follow: Marjorie Barker, Helen Barry, Margaret Boucher, Martha Cox, Mary Dent, Sumaye Harano, Margaret Jones, Gloria Leeds, Beatrice Matzke, Janice Miller Ccaptainj , Elizabeth Newman, and Betsy Saph. The low nine players were Jean Anderson, Althea Pagnello, Janet Hart- zell, Patty Wiskocil, Marguerite Stutt. Florence Cresao, Betty McOuarrie, Janice Graff, Clara May Weston, Aileen Minassian, Margery Skaife, and Esther Finn. The low eighth grade was represented by Patricia Brooke, Dorothy Mc- Gregor, Mary Sutherland, Grace Tufts, Virginia Saam. Betty Graham, Mary McPeak, Betty Berryhill, Patsy Stava, and Suzanne Bruen. High seven players were Laverne Harbaugh, Mary Davis, Barbara Mel, Charlotte Laity, Marcella Smith, Anne Morgan, Molly Davies, Myrl Wil- son, Olga Corvina, and Thilda Bengsten. Martha Eaton, Elsie Latimer, Katherine Latimer, Thelma Hume, Eve- lyn Winder, Rowena Smith, Barbara Scribner, Florence Shea, Betty Kirk- man, and Margaret Wright made up the low seventh team. BOYS, PASS BALL TEAMS Low seventh: James Brooke, Craig Gaffney, Robert Gegan, Jack Hurst, Harry Kaplan, Cedric Speerer, Frank Buckley, Tom Ellis, Fred Clifford, Carlton Crystal. High seventh: Bill Drusike, Jimmy Van Slyke, Herman Ivantosh, Glenn Connors, Frank Hoyt, Alex Anderson, Steve Brashear, Norman Weiss, Jack Evelyn, Greville Way, Iga Gagarin. Low eighth: Don Brockbroder, Gurney Breckenfelt, Charles Evans, Jim Johnson, Arthur Mclntosh, Dan Paulsen, Wesley Plunkett,John Scott, Charles Tyler, Elbert Wells, Charles Wood. High eighth: George Burge, George Hemphill, Wayne Lashway, Dick Maulsby, Bill Rawn, Ralph Scott, Norman Spitzer, George Stevens, Ken- neth Wood, Tom Tanabe, Charles Lundholm, Edward Cannon, James Wescott, Ray Bronson, Yoshi Hibino, Clarence Hirt, Roy Reece, Verne Taylor, Harold Swantner. Low ninth: Robert Allen, Bill Biggerstaff, Paul Cole, Edward Dexter, Reginald Grady, Jack Heaslett, Edgar May, Lloyd Rotramel, Richard Scott, Jack Seymour, Ben Snyder, Foster Veirs, Gordon Jones, Box Max- well, Byron Lowe, Harold Johnson, Bill Cameron, Jack Gegan, Loring Barker, Max Thelen. High ninth: Frank Dinsmore, Lester Hink, Don Budd, Oliver Wolcott, Norman Mclntire, Eugene Wheeler, Stewart Walker, Bill McPherson, Ian Back, Bud Slusser, Fred Boylin, Edward Peterson, Earl Cleave, Charles Young. The Tree House I zz my backyard is a gnarled, oak tree, And in it a tree-house built for me. I love to climb there with my book To rest and read in my cozy nook. Far out on the ocean ships I see, Sailing vessels from a southern sea, All full of pearls and teas and spice With coffee and silks and all things nice. A whaler stearns through the Golden Gate. I wish that I were its captain or rnate To ride the waves and feel the spray Tossed by the spouting whales at play. A battleship gray at anchor rides. What fun to rnan the guns in her sides! But rnany years yet the boat for me Is the swaying house in my gnarled, oak tree. Bill Andrews. Many Pupils Qualify in Good Posture Test THAT UHEAD ERECT,,, chest out, abdomen in, knees straight have a definite meaning for pupils of the elementary and junior high schools is indicated by results of the annual test for good posture completed in the health department of the Berkeley Public Schools. Approximately three- fourths of the pupils in the high sixth and high ninth grades passed the tests successfully as a result of systematic instruction in good posture which is a regular part of the health education program. The test used, known as the triple posture test, consists in testing the posture of pupils in three posi- tions, standing, walking, and while raising the arms through side horizontal to vertical above the head. Pupils of the high sixth grade of the Oxford School led the entire city with a prohciency of loo per cent in the posture test, with high sixth grade pupils of the Franklin and Lincoln Schools tying for second place of 94 per cent. Results of the posture tests in the junior high schools are as follows: Burbank Junior High School-boys, 67 per cent, girls 60 per centg Edison Junior High School-boys 80 per cent, girls high schools are as follows: Burbank Junior High School-boys 67 per cent, Willard Junior High School-boys 92 per cent, girls 89 per cent. We are pleased to quote a letter of congratulation sent to Mr. Clark, our principal, by Mrs. Ward, Supervisor of Health Education in the Berkeley Public Schools. Allow me to congratulate the Willard School on taking first place in the posture tests that have recently been made in the four junior high schools. Mr. Davis and I have worked together in testing the H9 boys and girls. The Willard H9 boys made 921, the Willard girls 89'Z1. Edison School took second place, the H9 boys making 80941 and the girls only 7071. Willard's L9 boys and girls did even a little better than the H9, the boys rating 95 and the girls 9096. The Willard boys and girls during the posture tests also evidenced higher scores in general appearance, cleanliness, and self-control. The physical education teachers are of course to be congratulated because this work is their major responsibility, but every class room teacher is likewise to be congratulated, for unless the principles of good posture and general good order are adhered to all through the day, little can be accomplished in the one period of gym work. Let me also thank you as principal for making it possible for the physical education teachers at Willard to carry on such a well-organized program of activities. Last of all, and most important, I want to con- gratulate the boys and girls on the splendid spirit they showed, and for their success in passing this rigid triple posture test. ' p 0111 ll-llo1lllowe'en Pu-'mplei-ns shine from window ledges, Ghostly figures lurk in hedges, Children throng the streets in hands, And doorbells ring by unseen hands. Gates and doormats exchange homes, Whisked on H allowe'en by gnomes. Helen Bar-ry. YE OLD ATS FRA! WE DEEM IT altogether fitting and proper to hereby dedicate a portion 1 of this worthy section to our three well known Ats Fra, namely: the Vikings, the Spartans, and You-Dunk-a-Buns. Since the first moments of the existence of these three brotherly unions, the manly intellect of their members has risen considerably. These diligent students have shown most marked cooperation with the faculty of our dear Alma Mama. They have insisted upon being charter members of our Detention Society, and they attend with most conscientious regularity each meeting scheduled. When their grades are verging between B and C, they always insist upon a D. Not only that, but always get the D unless the supply of F's has been overdrawn. Their motto is Never do homework today that you can copy tomorrowf, Substitute teacher Qin historyj - Class, I've been putting down noth- ing but zeros and checks. I don't know what you'll have left. Do you? Bob Greig- Sure! Zeros and checks. Some folks eat their meals with forks And ofhers ea! with s poous, S But I would rather dine with friends -Morning, night, or noon. Fads may come, and fads may go, F ad s and fancies all so dumb, But not the one that we love so- Thafs the fad of chewing gum. IN SCHOOL DAYS, ALGEBRA-QKMC minus you just means nothing at all. --Willard Sears. French- I beg your pardon, mademoisellef,-George Seelig. I History- Egyptian Ella. -Dale Van Slylae. English- Is I in love I is. -Ed Peterson. Gym- Bend down, sister. -Victor Reliela. Spanish- You're my muchacha. -Byron Lowe. Latin- How dry I am. -Claude Giguoux. Sewing-- You little so and so. -Frances Merrill. Cooking- Let's have another cup of coffee and let's have another piece of pie. -Adele de Fremery. Manual Training- The house that Jack built. -jack Seymour. Science- Sheltered by the stars. -Betty Weed. Music- Music, music everywhere, but not a song in my heart. - Bemzie Hall. Typing- Kitten on the keys. -Hope Valentine. Art- Painting the clouds with sunshine. -Nareisa Rhodes. Civics- Okay, America. -Yosbi H ibino. Mechanical Drawing- Just picture a penthouse. -Paul Cole. Homework- From A.M. to P.M. -Emaleen Gordon. Report Cards- Say it isn't so. -Franlz Silva. Study- I'm just a dreamer. --Joyce Wfbit-man. John Arbios Cin Oral Englishj - I was throwing a stick to a dog and another dog got there before mef' George Seelig- I can Write about anythingf' Constance Williams- Then right-about, face! Teacher Cwhen Verne Taylor and Clarence I-Iirt are making strange soundsj-- Clarence, stop making that noiseg one pig is enough in the family. Joyce Branch Cin historyj - The horses of Diomedes began to eat like regular horses. They ate hay and glass. e Teacher- Now, Jack, Write and tell your mother that you aren't do- ing your work. Jack Seymour- What shall I say? Phil de Vries- Dear mother. Teacher- What's a chip of the old block? I'm a chip of the old block. Victor Relich-- Somebody that's oldf' Frank Russell- I lost my algebra book, and I can't find her. Teacher- Do you call your algebra 'her' because you're so fond of it? On Geraldine Smith's mythology paper-- Hercules killed a boor. Substitute Cto unruly classj - Class, pipe down! Helen Betaque Qexcitedly in English testj - Mythology is a study of. dogs. Robert MacDougall's idea of English as spoke in Latin class- He had rosen. Teacher Cexplaining problemj- What would you do if you Went home, and your father said he had thirty-five dollars in his pocket? Edward Attix- I'd take him down and sit on himf, Teacher Qto Lester Ready, running around the room in one of his fran- tic searches for a pen, his head, or anythingj - When I close my eyes and think of you, all I see is a flutter. Teacher Cto the alto section of the Girls' Glee Clubj- Now, girls, have you any parts that are missing? Janice Graff- Oh, teacher, please don't get personal. Teacher- Robert, why are you making that noise? . Robert Wattron- Oh, I Was just thinking. Warren Ronneberg Cto one of his girl friendsj- Wipe off that lip- stick because it's the boy that has to eat it. Elsie Springer- The Stymphalian birds were terrible creatures living on human fish. Little, gray mousie in a black trap, Oh, what a treacherous, ugly rap You got on your poor, little bean , Dorff sigh! Do1z't cry! Itiv all over now. You're up with the 'mice who have wings. Teacher Ccalling rollj - Bill Goddis? Bill Gaddis-'Tm no goddess. I'm Gaddisf' Ynez Johnston- My answer is S1 2.98.,' Teacher- It should be SI2.98. I guess you lost track of your sense fcentsj . Teacher- How many were on the honor roll? Jack Hackett- I should have been, but they ran out of chalkf' Teacher Cin Latinj- Who will take the story of the 'Love Letters'. Maybe you'll need them some day. Bill Cameron- I think you had better translate them. You can use better technique. Teacher- Use 'analyze' and 'anatomy' in sentences. Ora Crabtree- My Anna lies over the ocean. Oh, bring back my Anna to me. Teacher- Gan any one give a good definition for 'indigestion'? Bill Biggerstaff-- It is the failure to adjust a square meal to a round stomach? In low nine history- What came out of the war between Sparta, The- bes, and Athens? Basil Pearce- A Peace of Nicias. Teacher- Of what was the Fiery Cross made? Clara May Weston- You Cyewj . Hugh Ferrier Cin Willard Museumj- Oh, look at the huge grape- fruit! ' Baldwin Woods- That isn't a grapefruit. It's an ostrich egg. Teacher lin ninth year historyj-'ilt was plain to see that Greece wanted a slice of Turkey. Teacher- Tantalus was in Hades. Then, she added, looking at Gor- don Jones, you'll see him some day. Dolores Holling asked if she might wash her hands, and permission was given. . The next day, feeling inclined to take another promenade in the cor- ridors, again her hands needed washing. I Teacher- Didn't you wash them yesterday? Shirley Larson Qreading about the eruption of Vesuviusj - The moan- ing of the women and the whales of the children were heard. Teacher- Who sits in this seat? Frank Russell- Billie Ennis. 1 Raymond Burr Cpiping up from the rearj-- And it's a girl. Teacher- A Greek hero came into the city shouting, 'Excelsior, ex- celsiorl' Does any one know the rest of it? e Bill Biggerstaif- Good to the last strawf' Teacher Cin civicsl- What is the Supreme Court composed of ? Martha Cox- One chief justice and eight assorted justices. Bill Doble fin history classj - And Aegeus named Theseus as his hair Cheirj . ' On Howell Gester,s composition paper- My pleasures are funny. I don't like pitcher shows and ferry talesf, Teacher- When the Greek Government changed after having a de- mocracy, to what did it change? Hugh Reed- To a government. SQUAWKS FROM W1LLARD's GEESE 'Tm always dreaming beautiful dreams that never do come true. - Charles Rice. I aim to please. -Clark Howat. If poison fails, try French or English. -julio Totoro. Time to retire. -Herbert Hahn. The light that never failsf'-Robert Ie-well. Flunk early and avoid the rush. -Teal Rathhun. First he whispersg then he shouts. -B017 Rogers. Too busy to work. -F red Boylin. Thrift with a thrill. -Scotty McGregor. QC Grapenuts did it. -Dale Van Slyke. Let's get associated with a smile. -Bu ford Rice. Put wings on your car?-Paul Ogilvie. K! lim up in the Worldf'-Robe-rt MacDougall. lVillaral's rooms no longer lure meg My teachers just make life a pestp X '- Therels only one thing that canrcnre ine: just one, long life of rest. --Donald Budd. A smile speaks all languagesf'-Harold Queen-. R! Sleep, come on and take me. -Richard Vance. With his long, -white beard and a crooked stajjf He tram ps along while the folks all laugh. His cares are none, and it's all just fun. Yes, I often sigh and wish that I were that Old Man of the Mountain. -Clarence Page. I don't Want to get the habit of workin', but I don't Want to stop chewin'. -Norm-an M cl ntire. ' Over the radio, over the air, Singing a jingle that gets in your hair, Look at the Glee Cluh, quite dehonair, Trying their laryrzges out on the air. BROKEN BONES' AND BUZZERS Broken bones are all the fad. I tis just the thing to be Bandaged up, or in a cast, and crutches too you see. Clark H owat started this new game. It caught abruptly too. A foot, some fingers, an arm, a wrist, a collar bone taboo. Some buzzers now are on the blink and sounding 'very blue. We hope the New Year will bring luck to buzzers, bones, and you. False or true: Baldwin Woods lives on Forest Street. Frank Russell re turns every thing he borrows. CRAZY CRACKS A girl and Gordon Iones one day Were swinging in a ha-mimock gay. At Target Meeting they were due- N ow we will leave the rest to you. Hang up Eddie Attix' stocking, Santa, don't you dare forget To fill it with better report cards, Or he'll always be Willard 's pet. Beverly Cooper has a tongue in her shoe, And she thinks she has to wag it too. Bill Gaddis ne'er will hungry be As long as dog biscuits are free. In history class they fill him. u- p For he is Willard's cute, new pup. Little I ack Hoag has changed his name. Narcissus and he are now the sarne. Narcissus was in love with himself, they say, But we hope poor Iack won't stay that way. The high nine girls dolled up in bows 5 each one looked like a posy. In gym said teacher, Oh, such babes! Play ring-around-a-rosy. A little field of waving wheat Grew out of a fat -man's head, And the reason-it was this, my dear- H e had eaten so much bread. Fads may come, and fads may go, But a Merry Christmas is always new, So a Merry Christmas we wish to yon. WMM aww 5 524 3 gfffwfw 'al fgqfwwwigbwmfwwfi 'P ' M ' EJ ETSEEEQMQQQWS if Qi Mis fyfmif Eg R X WS X pmwiff iq Si AW! 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