Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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outstretched arms, water from the fountain splashed against my cheek. I awoke. A handsome guard was smiling at me. The music of the foun- tain still played its little tune, but, as I turned to leave the Court of the Lions, I saw a beautiful red rose floating in the fountain. It wasn ' t there before I fell asleep, and the guard said no one had entered the court. Only the water in the fountain and the arches of the Alhambra share my secret. Win f red Garret son. Kerf ' s Visit to the iillinmlirn J ert and his mother were going to Granada to see some relatives of theirs. Look, Mother, said Bert, I think I see the station, but it is still raining. As they got off the train, they both quickly put up their umbrellas and walked down the street. Their relatives lived a few blocks from the station. Bert in his excitement lost track of his mother and was following another woman instead. He had gone about three blocks when he discovered his mistake. The day was drawing to a close, and already he could see black streaks stretch- ing across the cloudy sky. This was his first visit to Spain. He did not know where his aunt lived so he looked about for shelter for the night. In the distance through a flash of lightning he could see the Alhambra. Thinking it would be a good place to spend the night, he went into it. The halls were long and dark. A shiver ran down his spine as he walked down the passage. He walked along until he saw a place that looked com- fortable. Cuddling up in a corner, he was soon fast asleep, but his dreams were quickly disturbed by rough voices. Here he is, said one. Bert looked about, and he could see a Moorish king with a few men of his court. Come with me, said the king. You are the one that eloped with my daughter. But, sir, said Bert, frightened more than ever, I-er-. Never mind trying to get out of it now. I know you by your black hair and the freckles on your nose, said the king. I would have gotten you sooner if that spell had not been put on me, but now that it is broken for a few hours I have you, and there is no way of escaping. Poor Bert could not explain to the king so he was forced to go with him to the trial room. The trial was a very weird one to Bert and terrifying because every- one was against him. Aha! said the king, he shall be beheaded. Bert was put on the beheading stand. Just then there was a great rumble. The spell! the spell! gasped the people of the court. Our release has come to an end, and we will have the enchantment upon us for ten more centuries. All was quiet. Little by little all the people vanished. It had been a dream! The rumble Bert had heard was a crash of thun- der. He opened his eyes wider and looked about to make sure he was not still dreaming. My! said Bert, that sure was a scary dream! As he

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ABIiamlira Echoes Taken By Surprise hen I was over in Europe, I was wandering one day off in a lonely path of the Alhambra. I suddenly stumbled and looked down, and there was something rusty partly protruding from the bottom of a rock. Of course I picked it up. When I got it in my hands, I saw that it was a very queer key, and it had something engraved upon it. I took the key and went to find my mother to show it to her. We soaked it in oil, and, after most of the rust had come off, my mother said that the inscription on it was Moorish. I decided to take it to an old Moor in Granada and see what he could tell me about it. When I got to his shop, he took the key from me to study it for a few minutes, and then he told me it was worth something. I asked what the writing said, and he told me, Twenty steps west of the Tower of Comares, two feet down. Mother paid him well, and we went to find this place. We took a shovel with us and soon found what seemed to be the right spot. I started digging. I dug and dug till I was tired, and the hole was about two feet deep. Mother and I decided to sit down, so we did and ate a couple of sandwiches. I was getting discouraged but took up the shovel and went at it again. Clink! I ' ve hit something! I said to Mother. I put my shovel into the dirt again and heard the same sound. I pushed the dirt away, and there was something rusty, which we dragged out. It was a box about six by six inches, and it looked very old and queer. I hurried and stuck the key into the keyhole. It opened all right, and there, sure enough, were some old coins. When we counted them, we found only as much as Mother had paid the old Moor for reading the inscrip- tion. We had not gained anything, but anyway it was a surprise. Jt happened while I w as touring Spain. I visited the Alhambra, a Moor- ish citadel and palace in Granada. The afternoon sun was sultry and hot. I had just visited the tower where the Three Beautiful Princesses had been kept, and I had been thinking also of the Rose of the Alhambra. I wandered into the Court of the Lions and sat down beside the fountain. Suddenly sweet music came to me, so faintly at first I thought it was the splashing of the water in the fountain. I was feeling sleepy in the afternoon heat and too lazy to move, so that when a Spanish maiden came out and danced to the sweet music of a lute, I was not surprised. I heard a man ' s voice murmur softly, Sen- orita, my Rose of the Alhambra. I looked and there beside the Spanish maiden stood a boy. He was wearing the elegant uniform of a page. He leaned against a pillar of one of the beautiful arches and followed the movement of the dancer with his eyes. Just as he stepped toward her with Bob Anderson. The Secret of the Fountain

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looked about, he could see the sun was coming up. The Alhambra was not so weird by day as at night. Just then a gua rd of the Alhambra came along. Bert told him his story, and the keeper who knew Bert ' s relatives took him to their home. Bert thanked the guard and told his mother of his strange night. Lois Bradshaw. The Piece of Jnile IVl Y ' WHAT A GLORIOUS day! murmured Janet. Just the sort of a day for horseback riding. Little golden sunbeams found their way down through the arch of tall trees and danced merrily upon the path before her. It was a dreamy, drowsy, summer day, and Janet upon her slick little Blackie was sauntering aimlessly down the little mountain path. Suddenly the silence was broken by a shrill cry and a shriek of pain. Janet started, and Blackie stopped short. What was that? cried Janet. There it sounded again not very far from her. Then from around the bend of the path came an Indian, shrieking madly. Janet Morgan, her father, mother, and brother were spending their summer vacation in the northern part of Mexico. There were many In- dians around these parts, but most of them were friendly so Janet was not greatly alarmed to see this Indian running toward her. She hur- riedly dismounted, ran toward him, and asked him what was the matter. The Indian didn ' t seem to be able to stop yelling long enough to tell her, but he pointed with his free hand to a snake which was gliding rapidly away. Janet understood at once, having had experience of this kind be- fore. She pulled out her pocket knife, opened the wound, and sucked the poison out. Then, tearing her handkerchief in half, she bound up his hand as tightly as she could. The Indian made signs of gratitude and disappeared into the woods. Janet climbed back onto Blackie and started for home. Their camp was very plain for Janet ' s family was not very rich. However, they had been able to send Janet ' s brother to college, but Janet ' s possibility of going to college was not very bright. It was of this denied pleasure that Janet was thinking as she sat in the doorway of the cabin the next morning. Suddenly she lifted her head, and there in front of her stood the Indian! In his arms was something he carried with great care. Janet greeted him and asked about his hand. The Indian, not being able to speak English, made signs showing it was better. Then he placed the package he was holding so carefully in Janet ' s lap, making signs showing she was to keep it as a gift. Janet looked up to thank him, but to her surprise he was gone. She opened the package and gasped with surprise at what she saw, for in the package was a large piece of fine, old Mexican jade which Janet knew was very valuable. She took it into the cabin, and her father told her that the jade would be worth enough money to start her on her college career. How thankful Janet was that fate had guided her along the path to where the Indian was. Shirley Becker.