Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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.

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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.