Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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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.