Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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.

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Winter Tlnoughts The leaves are falling from the trees, Gone are the busy, humming bees, The north winds whistle as they blow, The ero ps are in, the bon ji res glow. The pumpkins on the cold earth lie As gaily child ren seam per by. The turkeys strut and corn. stalks blow As if expecting -winter snow. Then down it falls with flaky pride On snow men standing side by side As child ren shout and play with glee Beneath a leajless, barren tree. Bill Gadd is. Christmas lluclk I ITTLE BILLY SIGHED. Two more days until Christmas, and he only had eighty-nine cents. He needed eleven cents more and then he could buy that beautiful woolen shawl for mother that was in Mr. Cleman's store. He had saved the money up, penny by penny, doing errands for kind neighbors. Just recently a new grocery store had opened, and they delivered their goods, so now Billy had lost that job of bringing them to the people. He shivered and put another stick of wood on the fire. A fire felt good these days. Snow lay like a huge, white blanket for miles around, and a sharp wind bit people's noses and fingers. When the wood had burned, and there was no more left, he crawled sleepily into bed. I wonder how I'11 get that eleven cents, he murmured and then fell fast asleep. As Billy sleeps, I will tell you a little about him and his mother. His father is dead, and he and his widowed mother live alone. Billy's mother sews for the neighbors, and sometimes Billy gets a job of taking the place of a newsboy who is sick. The next day Billy heard a knock on the door. He opened it, and he saw Tom, the chimney sweep, who told him that he could take the place of Andy who was sick. Andy sold newspapers on the street corners. Billy was overjoyed. Now he could get that shawl for mother with the money he earned. Billy had been on the corner for an hour. It was not a very busy place, and he had sold none. Oh look at mother's pet selling papers! jeered a number of boys coming up the street. Billy paid no attention to them, which only stirred them on. They began hitting him, and the papers were thrown all over the street and torn. The snow made them wet, and they