Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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fifteen Hundred Dolllloirs TO-O-OT! It was five o'clock, and people of all descriptions were hurry- ing in every direction, well dressed people that gave the appearance of working in offices, men in greasy clothes walking together with their lunch boxes under their arms, and brightly dressed shop girls strolling arm in arm down the street, chewing poppy gum, and talking loudly. Only one person stood out in the throngs of passing people. He was a tall man whose dirty clothes showed that he worked in a coal yard. It was Jim Jones, who had caught our eye. He had worked hard that day, and tomorrow Josephine was leaving him. He hated to think of it. He would miss her coming to meet him every night when he came home from work, but twenty dollars a month wasn't much for two. Jim was nearing the tenement district in which he and Josephine were living. They had been happy there together, but now she was leaving. As he turned the corner, he saw Josephine coming to meet him. She was a cute, little thing with long, black, curly hair. She seemed happy, but she didn't know that this was their last day together. Josephine had been with him for two years, ever since her mother died. He was going to lose her now, but there was nothing he could do about it. They walked along for a block without saying a word. Then Jim realized that he must tell her the sad news. Well, Josephine, he said, as he patted her dark curls, tomorrow you're leaving. We've been together for a long time, and Isure am going to miss you. Josephine's eyes searched his face, and she was unable to say a word. She is a brave, little thingf' Jim thought as he looked down at little Josephine running along beside him. Now they reached the tenement house that was their home. It was a tall, brick building, nottoo beautiful, but it was where they had lived to- gether for two years. Jim would have to leave after Josephine left. It would be lonesome there without her. Jim just glanced at the mail box. It had been empty for two years. There was something in the box, something white. A letter! Who can it be from? Jim thought as he opened it with trem- bling fingers. As he read it, Jim's face brightened. He pinched himself to see if he was asleep and then read the letter over twice. Josephine, he shouted, you'll not have to leave after all. You know I sent your photograph into the picture contest? Well, you won the first prize! You won fifteen hundred dollars. Josephine looked up into Jimfs eyes, wagged her stubby tail, and barked joyfully. Betty H amen. My llfimiend EVEKY day when I come home from school a little mongrel dog comes 'to meet me. He is a forlorn looking creature and is always hungry and affectionate. He has a strange looking eye. His owner told me that when the dog was born, the iris was defective. As a result he sees things wrong. This makes him irritable and nervous. He sometimes runs after me when I am on my bicycle. He can stand up on his hind legs. He can also play dead. This dog does not belong to me, but I get as much happiness out of playing with him as if he were my own. Albert Queen.

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The llaosit Apron ABOUT FORTY-Five YEARS ago, when it was the style for little boys to wear velvet suits and gingham aprons, there was a little boy named Chester, who hated to Wear aprons. His grandmother made him wear them to kindergarten. One day he wore his best, black, velvet suit with a lace col- lar to kindergarten, and he was unhappy because he had to wear his apron. On his way to school he passed a gopher hole, and he quickly took his apron off, stuffed it down the hole, and went on to school. After a while his sister passed by and noticed the apron. She took it out and took it home to her grandmother, who wrapped it in a package and in- closed a note, saying: Dear Chetty, I was down in my house when, all of a sudden, it became dark and gloomy. On investigation, I found your apron in my doorway, and I am returning it as I know you will need it. Respectfully, MR. GOPHER.,, The little boy was so surprised he never objected to wearing his apron again. Elsie Latimer. o-jo, MY PERSIAN CAT, sat on the window sill looking out. He seemed - very quiet and peaceful, very gentle and lovable, with a dreamy, far- away look as he gazed at the horizon. He seemed to be thinking beautiful thoughts, perhaps of the blue sky and bay stretched out before him. Suddenly he rose, stood on his hind legs on the window sill, and gave a mighty slap at the bird cage overhead. Losing his balance, he fell with a thud to the floor and stalked with dignity into the other room where he went to sleep on the rug. Ann H all. My Garden I have a lovely garden Wfbere dainty ladies sit. They drink their tea in silver en ps And eat on golden plates. Some are white, some are blue, Others dressed in pink. ' They are quite pretty and quite gay. They are the flowers that grow In my garden every day. Ioy Rodifer.

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The Greatest Wish Achieved IT WAS a cold, cold night. The snow had stopped, and the moon had risen bright. The long Winter night of the artic had begun! Mitek was very much excited. He was to be fifteen on the morrow. He felt a warm tingling inside when he thought that he could at last go hunt- ing With the older men. He'd show them that he could hold his head up with the rest of them! With this fascinating thought in his mind, he slipped inside the igloo, and, after eating a hearty supper of uncooked, seal meat, he jumped into his bed, which was only a pair of reindeer skins. Early in the morning he was wakened by his mother shouting, Wake up, Mitek! You are fifteen years old todayln He quickly jumped out of bed, and, after he had slipped into his warm, furry jacket and trousers, he ran out into the cold air to feed the dogs. As he was throwing the big hunks of frozen meat to them, he looked out to sea to see if the ice was frozen solid yet. Wliat did he see out beyond the frozen ice? A spout of Water rose from a black object, and he knew at once it was a whale. The cry was soon taken up from end to end of the little village, and the men all gathered in front of Mitek's father's igloo. Itu gave his orders quickly. Each man get his kayak and harpoon! As the men ran off to do so, Itu said to Mitek, who was standing next to him, As it is your fifteenth birthday today, son, you may go out with us on this hunt. Run and get my extra kayak and harpoon. Hurryll' Mitek hurried off, and, as he went into the igloo, he shouted to his sis- ter, 'QNatsek, a whale is in today, and I am going hunting with the men. Aren't you proud of me? His sister was very scornful and said to him, You going hunting? You'd better watch out or you'll get hurt!', Mitek, burning with anger, took the harpoon and kayak from their places and hurried off, but took time to shout to his sister, 'tYou'll see. I can hunt as well as any of the men. All he received for an answer was a scornful laugh. Then he hurried back to his father, and, as soon as the other men returned, they carried their kayaks out beyond the solid ice and paddled off swiftly. As they came closer and closer to the whale, they saw that he was an extra large one and would be able to put up quite a fight. Itu shouted to the rest of the men, Be careful and take no chances. He then turned to paddling all the faster. Mitek was a fairly strong paddler, and he kept up with the men very well. From his place in the group of kayaks, he saw his father just behind the whale on the left-hand side, while Tunck, another great hunter of the village, was closing up on the right-hand side of the whale. Then he saw them both raise their harpoons and at the same instant, down! The har- poons plunged into the beastls great sides. The whale, after lashing about, suddenly dived deep, nearly upsetting the two kayaks in the motion. He then swam as fast as he could out to sea, but suddenly he swerved and came right at Mitek, who was now out of the group and trying to get ahead. As