Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

Page 23 text:

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.

Page 22 text:

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

Page 24 text:

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.