Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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.

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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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Donnie? 'Toys THE NEW CHRISTQMAS 'roYs were sitting around the Christmas tree talk- ing. I think Donnie will like me best when he comes down to see us in the morning, said a big, fancy doll boastfully. I don't think you are so fine just because you are so bigf' piped up a little china doll. Donnie doesn't like dolls,', scornfully replied a little steam shovel. I think he will like me best because I am new and shiny with red paint, and he turned his back on the rest of the company. Hulda, a battered, old, rag doll sat in a corner of the sofa where Donnie had left her, listening to what the new dolls were saying. I wonderf' thought she, if Donnie will really like them better than me, but she said nothing. Soon it began to grow light, and the new toys were still arguing as to which Donnie would like best. It was just a little after seven o'clock, and the sun was peeping in the window to see the fun, when Donnie in his little, white nightgown came slipping through the door. He ran immediately to his new toys with shouts of joy. without so much as a glance at Hulda, who wished she was fresh and new like the other dolls. After the excitement of the day and the big dinner, Donnie was finally sent to bed. He had left his other toys. He had grown tired of them long ago, but he ran to Hulda and hugged her tight while he whispered in her ear, You are the best of the whole bunch. The others are so stiff and new I can't play with them, but you are just right. Then he tucked her under his arm and departed for bed. Hulda cuddled down by Donnie, now asleep, and murmured happily to herself, Now I do know that Donnie likes me best. Mary Fnlnzer. Time The rope no man can sever, The rope of time. lWrappea' nmnifolrl about the earth, It has eonneetea' the aneient with the 'nzorler-n. It is a cord with no beginning and no end. I t saw the earth created, I t saw human beings develo p, I t saw civilization begin, It sees our present world, And it shall see things that no man of this age shall see. Time should be respected, Time is power. Morton T. Swarth.