Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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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.