Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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No, nog I can't see! I ca-- Suddenly she stopped. What's that? Listen! Nothing but the waves, Miss Huldaf' Listen! It's a machine stopping in front. Your brother, Lizzy, is after me. Don't let him get me. Take me away quick, quick, away! My brother, my brother? I have no brother, Miss Huldaf' Weren't you born in France? Isn't your name La Salle? Heavens no! I'm French, but I was born in California, and my name is Carr. I'm an orphan. Oh, I see, but no matter. Take me away! I hear them coming up the steps. Lizzy took her into the bedroom where a secret passage led down to a tunnel out to the beach. But, Lizzy, I can't see. What shall I do? I'll fall. Oh, please help me! Stay here. I'll be right backf' When Lizzy opened the door, she was surprised to see a messenger boy standing there. Are you Miss Englemann? Here's a telegram for you. No, I'm not Miss Englemann, but I'll take it to her. When he was gone, Lizzy opened the telegram and read it. It was from a friend of Hul- da's and stated that Phillip La Salle had been killed in a train wreck that night at exactly eleven o'clock. Miss Hulda, it's a telegram. only a telegram. It's a- As she opened the door, she stopped short. There on the floor was Hulda Englemann. She had died of fright, fear of Phillip La Salle. He had gained his revenge. The thought of him had killed her although he would never know it. Lucille Klein. Dick POISED with one foot in the air, halfway through a forest, Dick stopped. He was a half-grown, police dog, intelligent and with lots of pep. He had just run away from home. He had a habit of running away, but he always returned. He could not seem to make his young master understand that he wanted a little freedom and did not wish to stay tied up or in the house all day. Now as he stopped, he heard a faint sound like a whimper. Cocking his head to one side, he listened. Directing his footsteps slyly forward, he peered through the bushes. What he saw made him start. Here was his young master, Tommy, only five years of age, slowly but surely being drawn into the depths of a terrible swamp. Dick stood still for a moment. Then, with wonderful speed, he tore through the woods and in a short time was home. After much trouble he got his little master's father and uncle to follow him. Wfhen at last Tommy was home safe in bed, everyone began to look for Dick. From a distance they saw him running wildly after a rabbit, absolutely unconscious of the deed he had performed. Anna May Robinson.

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I'm I-Iulda Englemann, and I want to know if I may have one of the children to take to my house to help with the chores. No, ma'am, none o, my kids is gonna go up there with all those ghostsf, Oh, mother, may I go, please! the sweet voice of a young girl came from within. - No, ya ain't goin'.', Oh, mother! Lizzy Teller came out to the door. She was dressed like the rest of the children, but she didn't look the same. Her hair was brushed back, and she carried herself with an air of pride. When Hulda saw Lizzy, she turned pale. Was it? Could it be? Oh, no, she couldn't have had a sister! What,s wrong? Wonit I do? asked the girl. 1 . Oh, ah, o-er, yes, you'll do Hne, if your mother will let you come. Oh, she isn't my mother, but I call her that. She'll let me come. Won't you, mother? Anyone could tell that the girl had once lived in a refined atmosphere. She spoke so sweetly and so differently from the NVidoW Tel- ler who responded, Wal, I suppose so. When they arrived at the old Englemann mansion, they were not greet- ed by a very pleasant aspect. The house stood on the top of a hill, alone and serene. The windows at the top looked like eyes searching into your soul as though they knew everything you were trying to conceal. Hulda hated the place, but it was her only hope of safety. She was in a hurry to get settled. What if he found out where she had gone? Oh, no, he couldn't. Was this his sister? Why didn't somebody tell her? Why didn't she know? Why did things like this have to happen? In this state of mind Hulda entered the house followed by Lizzy. It was equally uninviting inside. They made a fire and ate something, after which I-Iulda decided to go to bed. There were no lights in the house, and Hulda had to carry a candle. It cast dark shadows on the wall. She went up the long, winding stairs very slowly. As she got to the top, she thought she heard a voice. I'm coming, I'm coming, and I'll get you! I'll kill you just as you did John! Ha, ha! I'l1 make it worse than dying. Revenge! ha, ha, revenge! The clock below struck eleven. Oh, dear God, why didn't somebody help her? What should she do? Was someone coming? There, she heard footsteps. They were light, airy footsteps on the stairs above her. It was coming down! It rounded the landing and started down the same stairs she was on. It brushed past her! She screamed and put her arms in front of her face as though to protect herself. What's wrong, Miss Hulda? Do you see a ghost? Oh, Lizzy, it's only you, but I can't see you. I can't see anything. What's happened? Come here, Lizzy. Light the candle. It's lit, Miss I-Iuldaf, But, Lizzy, I can't see you. Come right here in front of me with the candle. Oh, Miss Hulda, your eyes! Don't stare at me like that! Please, Miss I-Iulda! But-oh, Lizzy, Lizzy, come near me! What's wrong? My eyes, help me! I'm blind! I'm blind! 1 No, Miss Hulda, no! I-Iere's the candle. Can't you see now?

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V P in l T it i I lm Alone in the Woods MY FATHER, my mother, my two brothers, and I were returning from a fishing trip in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I thought we were getting fairly close to a resort down at the bottom of the range in a little valley, so I asked my father if I could run down the mountain ahead to be the first to reach the resort. He said, Yes, but don't go too fast and go straight toward the resortf' I started off jumping bushes and small stumps, until finally I found myself in the bottom of a deep ravine. The sides were so steep I could not climb them, so I decided to go down the ravine until I came to a place where I could get out, then retrace my steps. I kept walking and walking, but it seemed always to be as steep. The sun had sunk about an hour ago, and the weather was quite cold and nipping. It was getting darker and colder. I quickened my pace in order to get to the end of the ravine. I was listening, ready to jump and run at any time for I recalled a story an old-timer had told me once about a mountain lion that had jumped on a boy who was lost and had eaten him up. There were lots of bears up in these mountains, and once a timber wolf had been killed. I came to a little spring. I took a drink and walked on. Just as I was leaving the spring, I heard a twig snap behind me. I stopped and listened. The snapping of several other twigs broke the silence of the evening. Then I heard a rustling noise like a heavy animal crawling on its stomach. I re- membered from a book I had read that this was a sound similar to that made by a mountain lion before it sprang on its prey. I looked around but could see nothing for it was dusk. Then, too, a mountain lionis skin blends well with the leaves and is hard to see in the dark. I wished I had never left the rest of the party. I could feel those big, yellow eyes of a mountain lion glued upon me. I could not move. My hair was literallyistanding on end. I could still hear that rustling sound coming from behind my back. I heard some sort of lapping noise. I thought the lion was going to have one good drink before eating me. I heard the leaves rustling louder than ever. Turning, I saw the shrubs part! Out waddled an unusually large porcupine. He glanced at me and then went rustling and grumbling off in the op- posite direction. He had come down the stream to drink and not to eat me. I thought I had better hasten on before a lion did get me. I started off. I heard a noise coming from my side. I glanced around and saw a huge, black object against the blue, evening sky. I felt sure it was a bear. I jumped and ran down the ravine as fast as I could. To my surprise I looked up and saw the resort in front of me. After that experience I thought I had better stay with my father while out in the woods. When I got back to the car, I heaved a sigh of relief and thought, All's well that ends well? Lowell Smiib.