Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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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.