Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1936 volume:

WILLARD OFFICERS ROY BRADSHA W (Vice-President ) — ROBERT DOUTHITT (President) — BOB READY (Secretary) Official Report June nineteenth marks the end of my term as president o; the Willard Student Body. This year, on account of the lack of an auditorium and stormy weather, we have only been able to have a few assemblies. Three were outstanding. The first wis held for the purpose of awarding prizes to the winners of the pDetry contest held at Willard and tD award to the school the Gazette Swimming Trophy which some of the boys won as a result of their swimming accomplishments during the spring holiday season. The second was held in honor of the Willard Band after they made such a fine showing at the State Band Contest in San Francisco on May 19. The third was our Memorial Day Program. In the Student Council our most important task has been rewriting the Willard Constitution. We also collected money for the Flood Relief. When the City Hall had Open House, volunteer members from the Student Council went down to get material for reports for some of our classes especially interested in city government. We also nomi- nated candidates for May Queen. The election of the Student Body Officers for the fall term was a concluding project under the management of the council and under the supervision of Miss Chace. First came the registration of voters, then the primary and final elections, at which in either case practically a hundred per cent ballot was cast. Right here, permit me to name the presidents of the various classes of the school who so ably served the Student Body this semester as their representative council members. Members: Miss Farwell (sponsor), Duane Alton, Bill Barnard, Dorothy Betaque, Mac Neil Burt, Donald Campbell, Martha Crandall, Clifford Elwood, Barbara Erickson, Pete Farmer, Barbara Holmes, Henry Houser, Barbara Jones, Paula Joy, Kathleen Kreitler, Ray Kruschke, Delbert Laudel, Merritt Neale, Patricia Packard, Alma Roth, Erna Roth, Barbara Russell, Minoru Sano, Helen Scott, Dean Solinsky, John Sproul, Clifford Stewart, John Stroud, Jack Wallace. Now that my term of president of the Willard Student Body is ended, I wish to take this opportunity of thanking Mr. Glessner, the faculty, and you, fellow students, for the frank spirit of friendliness and cooperation which helped this term ' s projects to run smoothly and to succeed. Robert Douthitt. Ready, Go! Just a smile upon your face, Just a will to make you race, Just a sparkle in your eyes, And you ' re set to win the prize. Polly Morgan. 2 Vacation By the time this issue of the Target reaches you, your vacation will be definitely planned, and many of you will be ready to start for the mountains or the seashore. We in California are very fortunate in living in a state that is blessed with beautiful seaside resorts, as well as state and national parks second to none in the country. I sometimes wonder if we really appreciate all of these wonderful opportunities that are given us, or if we just take for granted that these garden spots are to be found everywhere and are available to everyone the country over. I hope our Willard boys and girls will be able to take advantage of these opportunities and will enjoy the vacation period to the extent that, when the summer is over, they will be able to look back and say, It has been a very profitable vacation. H. H. Glessner. Willard Parent-Teacher Association The Willard Parent-Teacher Association year of 1935-36 was full of fine activities under the leader- ship of President Mrs. Fred Paris. Meetings and dinners were enthusiastically attended to further rehabilita- tion of our auditorium and gymnasium and acquisition of land for a much needed community playground. Our programs of music, drama, and lectures provoked most favorable comment, perhaps explaining such a goodly average attendance of one hundred thirty persons out of a paid membership of two hundred thirty-eight. Our Boy and Girl Scout Troops received aid, as did student welfare under the wise administration of Mrs. Colmore. Enthusiastic support was given to two bridge parties thus supplementing our current income and enabling the purchase of books for our school library. Recognition of cooperation and leadership was marked by the gift to our principal, H. H. Glessner, of a National P.T.A. Life Membership. Even greater opportunities await those who carry on, for nothing succeeds like success. Helen M. Buckingham, Historian. Willard Dads ' Club It gives me a great deal of pleasure to review briefly the work of the Willard Dads ' Club during this term. The meetings have been held regularly each month, and the programs have been most entertaining as well as instructive. It has been the policy of the club to obtain speakers who were thoroughly familiar with their subjects, and I am certain the Dads will agree that we have been more than fortunate in our choice of speakers. Among the outstanding topics were Skiing and Other Winter Sports, given by Mr. Von Lutken, an authority on the subject, the Bay Bridge, so ably presented by Mr. Kenyon H. Clark, one of our own members, and The East Bay Regional Park and Organized Recreation, discussed by Colonel Davies, widely known English army officer, engineer, and world traveler. The last meeting of the term, which was held on June 11, was given over to a report on the much needed playground for the Willard School by Mr. Oscar T. Barber, chairman of the playground committee, and a report on the rehabilitation of the gymnasium and auditorium by Mr. Lester S. Ready, chairman of the committee on the rehabilitation of the Willard School. The meetings throughout the term have been well attended, and much enthusiasm has been shown regarding the programs as well as the discussions of the needs of the school. The outstanding gathering of the term was the dinner given by the Parent-Teacher Association and the Dads on the evening of February 11. This dinner was attended by over two hundred Willard parents. The needs of the school were very clearly presented by Mr. Oscar T. Barber, representing the Willard Dads. Mrs. Louise Hector, representing the Board of Education, and Mr. Hollis Thompson, our city manager, also spoke on the needs of the Willard School and expressed themselves as being eager to do everything within their power to provide these needs. In closing, I wish to thank the dads for their loyal support and the program committee for the excellent programs they have provided. I also wish to thank the Parent-Teacher Association, the Willard Orchestra, the glee clubs, the faculty and the student body for the fine cooperative spirit they have shown throughout the term. It has indeed been a privilege to work with these organizations, having always at heart the welfare of the boys and girls of the Willard School. Fred S. Stripp, President. 3 G R D E Bob Andrews Jim Arbios Tony Arrieta Ian Ball Ava Jean Barber Helen Barker Frances Barnes Don Bartlett Clarice Behm Gordon Bell John Bellamy Bill Bennett Joe Bennett Park Biehl Eva Blanchard Ted Blanckenburg Mardell Boucher Bob Boyd Bob Bright Nathalie Brizard Marie Brown Frank Buckley Gloria Bullock Betty Burns MacNeil Burt Phyllis Butler Lloyd Callaway Kenneth Cameron Alvin Carlson Arthur Carlson Alice Carrell Richard Chinn Gerald Christensen Billy Clark Bob Clark Marian Clark Richard Clark Margaret Coleman Patsy Poe Cooper Elinor Crocker Loring Curtis Thornton Davis Bill Day Adrienne De Journette Eugene De Luca Armando De Mingo Bob Dieterich Carolyn Dobbs Marian Doran Robert Douthitt Patricia Doyle Dean Driseoll Boardman Drobish Stuart Duncan Bill Durkee Lorraine Ehle Lola Lee Eisenmayer Mildred Ekstrom Jack Eldridge Dan El kins Bob Ellis Jean English Jean Erickson GRADUATES Betty Fankhouser Pete Farmer Mary Dozier Finley Dorothy Fitz Gerald Jean Follette Martha Ford Haruko Fujii Michiko Fujii Chester Gall Jim Garoutte Werlie Gleason Paul Godfrey Lucille Green Jack Greig Jared Grossmith Maxine Hallford Sally Halstead Patricia Hamlin Robert Hansen EUse Harding Patty Hardy Bernita Hassett Janet Hay Betty Henderson Emily Herrmann Lois Hiester Betsy Hoffman Marilyn Holmes Callie Home William Hoyt Lorraine Huff Serga Isaef f Teruo Iyama Albert James Philip Johnson William Johnson Mair Jones Betty Jeanne Josephs Paula Joy Loie Judkins Mehiko Katsu Eugene Kauffman James Keilty John Kenward Eileen Kenyon Deryl Kesselring Elaine Keys Barbara Kindt Stanley King Sylvia Kiosterud Clema Kirsch Jun Kojaku Sho Kojaku Harold Kronick Tsugio Kubota Ada Lewis Patsy Linde Lloyd Lory. Martin Lory Marie Losee Polly Love Florence MacCormack Maxine Manning 5 4 Anne Maslin Beth Mayhall John Maynard Camilla McCan Louise McCann Claude McEntyre Wallace McKague Marjorie McKay Robert McKenzie Berry McKinney Robert McMahon Ruth Meads Ted Merrill Loretta Michelbook Louise Miller Ryo Mishima Conon Molody George Montier Darrach Murchison Tilbur Myers Shigero Xaka Dan Xaughton Jane Newman Dorothy Xoxon Susumu Ota Patricia Packard Tilbur Parkinson Henrv Paulsen Johnie Pearson Laura Pedersen Bernard Peters Doris Petersen Margaret Poston Betty Prentiss Richard Randall Dorothy Rasmussen Hugh Reiger Dorothy Richardson Jean Romie Kathryn Rushforth Edward Rutledge Toshiko Sagimori Minoru Sano Helen Schauppner Betre Schmidt Barbara Schwartz Lillian Scott Loxley Scott Marjorie Scott Lester Scully Harwood Sharp Lorraine Sharp David Sherwin Marjorie Silva Billie Jean Simpson June Simpson Mortimer Smith Patsy Snook Doris Sparks Gilbert Steigman Ann Stevenson David Stewart Grace Stovner fS C% fS O. © T E en J m v W+ZA .- ' j - i car ■ -lb- : V 1 - 6 G R D IT A T E Pat Stripp John Stroud Frances Stubbe Marjory Sutcliffe Elbert Swenson Sachie Takahashi Virginia Thompson Richard Thornbury Harold Tibbs Elmer Tolley Nagao Tomita Bob Trolson Paul Trometter Elisabeth Trumpler Chester Turner Russell Turpen Andre Tweedt Anna Valentiner Alice Valenzano Donald Vance Virginia Veirs Wallace Walker Louise Warwick Thomas Weir Eugene Weisend Janet Weldon Lois Weston Margaret Whelan Edward White Dorothy Will Lorraine Williamson Narcisa Williamson Betty Wilson Imogene Wilson Dorothy Wolfe Howard Wolfe Nan Woodworth Clifford Wright Alfred Wuori Mona Young M c lis o r i a in As we pass along the highway of life, we meet men and women of all types. In this procession there appear here and there individuals who leave a vivid impression on our minds and who exert a lasting influence on our characters. It has been our good fortune here at Willard to be associated for a number of years with Mr. Richardson whose unblemished character has left a deep impression on our mem- cries. His personality, his unswerving loyalty, his high ideals and sympathetic under- standing will ever remain vivid in our minds. To Willard boys and girls he was always Richie, so to Richie the man with the big heart, the bright smiling eyes, the warm handclasp — to Richie the understanding friend, to Richie the true sportsman who played his game on the battlefield of life with chin up and love in his heart for all men, to our own Richie we pay affectionate tribute. 7 ADMIIIISfRATlUC Student Control The Student Control was first started at the old McKinley School, and it was the first organization of its kind in our county and probably in our state. The system had a court with student judges. This was given up, however, a little before McKinley was con- solidated with Willard. Today, under the sponsorship of Mrs. Green, the Student Control has a staff of over one hundred pupils with a chief and several ranking officers. This semester the Student Control has taken over the nurse ' s room and rest quarters. Every period some officer is stationed there to assist in keeping order. Then, too, the officers maintain order in the halls and school yard. Mr. Glessner re- marked that he has noticed as he walks through the hall general good order, and he is proud of the organization. Officers: Charles Apgar, Meta Baird, Ava Jean Barber, Helen Barker, Betty Baxter, Duane Beeson, Orva Blaine, Edith Borman, Roy Bradshaw (captain), Margaret Buckley, Alice Carrell, Naylor Cole, Edward Coulon, Elinor Crocker, Thornton Davis (lieutenant), Eleanora Dawson, Armando De Mingo, Melba De Mingo, Patricia Doyle, Boardman Drobish, Dick Duhring, Lorraine Ehle, Robert Ellis, Jean Erickson, Pete Farmer, Mary Dozier Finley, Jean Follette, Melvin Gailon, James Gerlacher, Edward Oilman, Glada Gould (sergeant), Charles Gray (sergeant), Jack Greig (sergeant), Holly Hammond, Patty Hardy, Ursula Haven, Janet Hay, Lois Hiester, Betty Henderson, Hisashi Higashi, Betsy Hoffman, Callie Home (captain), Mona Janney, Rodney Jenks, Eileen Kenyon, Kathleen Kreitler, Glynn Lee, Patsy Linde, Polly Love, Walter Lucas, Glen Lux, Malcolm Magruder, Kenneth McLaughlin, Ruth Meads, Audrey Monahan, Gregory Moon, Arthur Morgan, Polly Morgan, Donald Monday, Merritt Neale, Jack O ' Conner, Walter Paroni, James Pepper, Fern Pruden, Bob Ready (lieutenant), Richard Reinhardt, Donald Remig, Fred Rohde, Edmund Richard, Erna Roth (secretary), Toshiko Sagimori (sergeant), Helen Schauppner, Loxley Scott, Lester Scully (chief), Kenneth Slater, Philip Smith, Doris Sparks, Arch Sparrowe, Ann Stevenson, Pat Stripp, Bernice Stutt, Toshie Tanabe, Bob Trolson, Elisabeth Trumpler, Mary Van Heusen, Gordon Veaco, Louise Warwick, Bill Weik, Thomas Weir, Margaret Whelan, Dorothy Wilson, Imogene Wilson, Don Wood, Eleanor Jean Wood, Georgena Wood, Nan Woodworth. Student Control Court The court staff, as usual, is a group of most efficient Willard citizens, who devote much of their time, which might be used for study or play, toward the betterment of the Willard School. The judges, Mrs. Ivelsky and Mr. Harrison, preside alternately. It is felt that the court has reduced Willard ' s number of constant offenders considerably, and the Willard School is lucky to have such a fine organization. Chief Clerk Wilbur Parkinson was supported by the following staff: Armando De Mingo, Neil Fal- coner, Eugene Kauffman, William McDonald, Conon Molody, Arthur Morgan, Minoru Sano, Loxley Scott, David Stewart, Gerald Whipple, and Eleanor Jean Wood. Junior Traffic Police Willard School can boast that not one pupil has been killed or injured while under the direction of this group of boys. They are doing the school a service that will long be re- membered. Officer Fraser of the Berkeley Police Department was the originator of the Junior Traffic. We are informed that cities all over America and even in some foreign countries have adopted this system of protecting their children. The Willard Junior Police have weekly drills and are a fine marching unit. They are boys who are ready and anxious to serve their school. Traffic police: Jim Arbios, Bill Armstrong, Tony Arrieta, Ed August, Bruce Baker, Ian Ball, Junior Bloodgood, Glen Butler, Bud Crandall, Armando De Mingo, Bill Gracey, Rodney Jenks, Leland Moore, Domonic Marcellino, Alan McGregor, Wilbur Parkinson, Douglas Peasley, James Pepper, John Richardson, Elmer Richberger, Bill Robinson, Ernie Schauppner, Preston Spurrier, Cyril Taylor, Jack Teagarden, Robert Trumpler, Bill Wadge, Eugene Warren, Don Wellington, Stanley Willett. 8 STUDENT COUNCIL— COURT OFFICERS— STUDENT CONTROL BOARD — JUNIOR TRAFFIC POLICE Find It Happiness is everywhere, If you can only find it, It ' s in the earth, it ' s in the air For that ' s how God designed it. Patricia Packard. 9 W. B. A. REPRESENTATIVE CCUNCIL— GIRLS ' LEAGUE REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL GIRLS ' LEAGUE ADVISORY BOARD The W. B. A. The W.B.A. ' s have just concluded a busy season as baseball managers. They entertained the Girls ' League Council at a dance recently and were voted most successful hosts. The in- coming L7 Boys were their guests the other day, and these young people are now most eagerly anticipating their fall term at Willard. WlB.A. Council: Richard Angell (president), Bruce Baker, Fred Beretta, Robert Collins, Richard Chinn Bob Cutter, Eugene De Luca, Clifford Elwood, Neil Falconer, Louis Fischl, Leonard Gaffney, James Hahn Wayne Hooper, Edward Howell, Jun Kojaku, Domonic Marcellino, John McManus, Ted Merrill, Jam:; Morley, John Oshida, Fred Rohde, John Schaub, Dave Sherwin, Tom Stanton, Pat Stripp, Harlan Veal Eddie White (secretary), Robert Wise, William Wuori. The Girls 9 League Among their activities this spring term, the Girls ' League has sponsored school dances, candy and peanut sales netting $3 0 for the League treasury, a picnic, an afternoon at Rollerland, as well as the Big Sister Parties for all classes. The High Nine Girls entertained their mothers at a Spring Tea with an attractive program of skits, dances, songs, and monologues. After a year of successful existence under the guidance of Mrs. Mahoney, they look forward to many more seasons of cooperative spirit, rich friendships, and increas- ing loyalty to Willard and its ideals. Girls ' League Council: Alice Arnold (secretary), Mary Jane Atkins, Betty Baxter (vice-president), Mardell Boucher, Cathleen Burt, Phyllis Butler, Elsie Carter, Carolyn Clifford, Margaret Coleman, Alice Connly, Eleanora Dawson, Jean Follette, Ruth Grove, Patty Hardy, Bernita Hassett, Ursula Haven, Yukiyo Hayashi, Betsy Hoffman, Birte Jensen, Marion Jewell, Ellen Langley, Mary Lynn Magruder, Yvonne Michel- son, Ruth Meads (president), Nancy Oliver, Betty Piatt, Fern Pruden, Toshiko Sagimori, Marjorie Silva, Barbara Smith, Ann Stevenson, Carol Sutcliffe, June Sutterland, Tomiye Uratsu, Louise Warwick, Dorothy Winder. 10 SCHOLARSHIP CLUB (PINS) — SCHOLARSHIP CLUB (CERTIFICATES)— SENIOR CITIZENSHIP CLUB JUNIOR CITIZENSHIP CLUB Old California On the shores of the Pacific, Where the gentle breezes blow, Where mission bells are ringing, And padres softly go, Moonlight brings old memories, Crowding to the fore, Murrieta, senoritas, gay guitars That are no more. Eileen Blackwell. HONORARY The Scholarship Club Membership in this society should be the goal of every ambitious Willardite, a challenge to his powers of concentration and persistent effort. This term gold pins were awarded to those with a scholarship rating from 95-100, while those rating from 90-95 received certificates of merit. Wearers of the pin are Jane Anderson, Alice Arnold, Ava Jean Barber, Tybel Bernstein, Dorothy Betaque, Roy Bradshaw, Barbara Brightfield, Jeannette Connick, Esther Enos, Jean Erickson, Neil Falconer, Cecilia Fowler, Haruko Fujii, Glada Gould, Annabel Gray, Helen Halloran, Harold Hibbard, Lois Hiester, Barbara Holmes, Margaret Jory, Betty Kinsey, Ruth Meads, Darrach Murchison, Shizue Ota, Frank Pepper, James Pepper, Betty Prentiss, Bob Ready, Edmund Richard, John Roberts, Ruthelma Rowe, Toshiko Sagimori, Simone Sciobereti, Ann Stevenson, David Takahashi, Sachie Takahashi, Gerald Whipple, Eleanor Jean Wood. Certificates of merit were given to Jean Alexander, Rex Anderson, Duane Beeson, Audrey Beresford, Fred Beretta, Edith Borman, Ted Bruce, Cathleen Burt, Barbara Chapman, Margaret Connick, Patsy Cooper, Edward Coulon, Martha Crandall, Elinor Crocker, Barbara Dean, Robert Douthitt, Richard Doyle, Dick Duhring, Annabelle Duthie, Barbara Erickson, Betty Fankhauser, Lynn Farrar, Mitchell Farrar, Jean Fol- lette, Michiko Fujii, Ruth Grove, Gladys Hayashi, Patsy Heaslett, Betsy Hoffman, Jeanette Jones, Mehiko Katsu, Eileen Kenyon, Polly Love, Glen Lux, Elizabeth Marshall, Anne Maslin, William McDonald, James Morley, Margaret Mugglestone, Merritt Neale, Jane Newman, Tamako Niwa, Patricia Packard, Muriel Porter, Richard Reinhardt, Fred Ritchie, Phillip Robinson, Alma Roth, Erna Roth, Kathryn Rushforth, Irving Short, Billy Silva, Barbara Smith, Toshie Tanabe,- Bill Thompson, Elisabeth Trumpler, Betty Udall, Katharine von Adelung, Jack Wallace, Thomas Weir, Gail Wetmore, Dorothy Winder, Peter Wolf, Sam Yamamoto. The Senior and Junior Citizenship Clubs Membership in the Senior Citizenship Club now is open only to students enrolled in the Junior Citizenship Club. This means a senior group of tested and experienced citizens, to promote a brand of citizenship in our school that cannot be excelled. This Senior Club is limited to sixty members who are given a gold pin, permanently theirs after three con- secutive terms of membership. The officers of the club are Patty Hardy (president), Roy Bradshaw (vice-president) , Bob Ready (secretary). Membership: Richard Angell, Betty Baxter, Duane Beeson, Edith Borman, Beverly Jean Bruning, Mac Neil Burt, Jeanne Cooke, Eleanora Dawson, Melba De Mingo, Bob Douthitt, Patricia Doyle, Mary Dozier Finley, Jean Follette, Jim Garoutte, Ursula Haven, Betty Henderson, Lois Hiester, Mona Janney, John Ken- ward, Delbert Laudel, Frances Lockwood, Elva Lynch, Regina McManus, Darrach Murchinson, Merritt Neale, Tamako Niwa, Frank Pepper, Muriel Porter, Edmund Richard, Fred Ritchie, Ruthelma Rowe, Doug- las Sinclair, Doris Sparks, Ann Stevenson, Pat Stripp, Toshie Tanabe, Billy Thompson, Betty Udall, Gerald Whipple, Peter Wolf, Eleanor Jean Wood. The Junior Citizenship Club is a newly established group of students under the supervision of Mr. Edwards. Because of the large size of the Senior Citizenship Club it seemed advisable to establish a junior group having about the same aims and ideals as the Senior Club in order to prepare its members for possible membership in the older group. They have met several times this term and have given a party in cooperation with the Drama Club. They also played an important part in the sale of Student Body Cards. Members: Frances Baldwin, Robert Brown (secretary), Bob Bruen, Cathleen Burt (treasurer), Ann Campbell, Billy Clark, Margaret Connick, Edward Coulon, Martha Crandall, Eugene De Luca, Patricia Doyle, Dick Duhring, Mary Embody, Marcela Genss, Melvin Gielow, Glada Gould (president), Charles Gray, Edna Haggerty, Gladys Hayashi, Bob Hirschkind, Barbara Holmes, Margaret Jory (vice-president), Kathleen Kreitler, Robert Laning, Mary Kathryn Lee, Anna Lea Lloyd, Glenn Lyons, Malcolm Magruder, Mignon Marois, Joan Maslin, Dorothy McCann, Jack McCullough, Yvonne Michelson, Jimmy Moulton, Barbara Nat- tinger, Ruth Nishi, Sadako Okubo, Jo Onufer, Shizue Ota, Dorenne Paris, Richard Reinhardt, John Roberts, Phillip Robinson, Leslie Rogers, Mary Rosenkranz, Betty Jane Soules, Elizabeth Stewart, Sachie Takahashi, Bob Thomas, Elisabeth Trumpler, Clarinda Vandegrift, Jack Wallace, Doris Jean Werum, Louis Weston, Van Williams, Nan Woodworth. 12 Girl Reserves Willard is well represented in the Girl Reserves. Practically every grade has its club and Mrs. Allen is sponsor of all the Willard groups. As a Girl Reserve I will try to be gracious in manner, impartial in judgment, ready for service, loyal to friends, and asso- ciation with these girls impresses one with the thought that this quotation from the Girl Reserve Code is quite in harmony with their aims in school life. Their activities are varied: selling candy to send members to Asilomar, making bean- bags and May-baskets for the nursery tots, visiting factories for information, rehearsing plays and pantomimes for entertainment, a dinner for parents, teas for friends, swim- ming pa rties, dances, picnics, hikes, and summer camp for their own recreation. The girls revel in the joy of it all, and they like it. Their smiles are contagious. Bonus Amicus (H9) : Clarice Behm, Nathalie Brizard, Marian Doran, Lorraine Ehle, Jean Erickson, Lucille Green, Elise Harding, Betty Jeanne Josephs, Loretta Michelbook, Dorothy Richardson, Barbara Schwartz, Lillian Scott. LaLoma (L9): Eileen Blackwell, Polly Burgess, Melba DeMingo, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, Muriel Porter, Donna O ' Dell, Barbara Russell, Evelyn Shultis, Dorothy Uddenberg. Tufis (H8): Julianne Arpin, Frances Baldwin, Beverelie Beane, Dorothy Betaque, Doris Callaway, Mary Jeanne Eyman, Cecilia Fowler, Grace Gillespie, Margaret Godfrey, Jean Gordon, Betty Jensen, Patricia Landregan, Betty Lundholm, Jean Mallory, Barbara Masterson, Audrey Jean Myers, Frances Steiner, Phylis Treleaven, Mary Van Heusen, Ruth Vawter, Barbara Whittingham, Florence Witkow. Manzanita (H7): Barbara Abbott, Marilyn Arpin, Audrey Bateman, Jacqueline Beane, Jean Berry, Catherine Coffin, Ann Cunningham, La Nell Davis, Elaine Detels, Jean Elliott, Pearl Tollakson, Pauline Galliett, Elizabeth Gebhart, Evelyn Haines, Jane Hopkins, Phyllis Koplan, Betty Lerch, Jeanne Le Quatte, Betty Lindsey, Kathryn Maguire, Dorothy Patmont, Alma Roth, Kathryn Sparrowe, Jean Van Heusen, Betty Wescott. Las Felicias (L7): Carol Davis, Yukiyo Hayashi, Gertrude Houser, Sally Howard, Harriet Johnson, Helen Scott, Charlotte Weston. Girl Scoots— Troop 7 Under the sponsorship of the P.T.A., the Willard Girl Scouts of Troop 7 have been very active this term. Besides the regular meetings several hikes and picnics have been enjoyed. One Court of Awards was held early in the term and another in June. In the annual cookie sale, the troop raised over thirty-three dollars to go toward making up the deficit caused by lack of funds provided by the Community Chest this year. The leaders of the troop are Mrs. Arthur Nield, Mrs. John M. Noyes, and Ruth Angell. The members of the troop are Jean Alexander, Jane Anderson, Mary Jane Atkins, Elizabeth Bade, Margaret Buckley, Elinor Crocker, Babs DuPuy, Jean English, Lois Findlay, Lola Ann Fisher, Virginia Hacker, Marion Jewell, Kathleen Kreitler, Frances Lockwood, Ruth Meads, Jane Newman, Josephine Onufer, Patricia Packard, Dorenne Paris, Patricia Presley, Muriel Rohde, Mary Rosenkranz, Dorothy Sayles, Evelyn Shultis, Betty Stewart, Anna Valentiner, Clarinda Vandegrift, Margaret Whelan, Eleanor Jean Wood, Mona Young. Boy Seouts— Troop 33 After enjoying a favorable post-season, the boys of Troop 3 3 plan a busy coming season. On Friday, May 15, they gave a dinner to parents and friends of the Scouts. Many of the boys advanced ranks and obtained Merit Badges. On May 23, the troop sent all four patrols to the annual Camporee, held at Crockett this year. The patrols include the Black Bears, the Tigers, the Panthers, and the Flaming Arrows. They all plan to at- tend the annual Camporal at Sacramento as they received high ratings. In the summer, some of the boys will make a camping trip to Yosemite to conclude the season. Membership: Gene Bochrer, Bob Burns, Glen Butler, Melvin Gillow, Bill Grange, Howard Hein, Eugene Kauffman, Bill Long, Dan Naughton, Eddie Rae, Richard Randall, Bill Wadge, Eugene Warren. 13 DRAMA CLUB — POETS ' WORKSHOP— GIRL RESERVES (BO ' US AMICUS ) — GIRL RESERVES (LA LOMA) — CHESS CLUB. It Radiates A smile is a human need It is life ' s symbol dear. It lifts a mist of frowns And radiates far and near. Poli.y Love. 14 f A$Tlft£S The Drama Club A group of students who are keenly interested in all that pertains to the theitre and theatrical production have the honor of being included in the Drama Club, under the direction of Mr. Edwards. Their verse choir entertained the Lincoln P.-T. A. Shortly after a party was given in cooperation with the Scholarship Club. The Fatal Necklace was presented at that time. On Spring Day Beyond the Gate was produced twice in the library to capacity audiences that were most enthusiastic in their praise of the excellent work done by the youthful Thespians. Between acts on each pro- gram the verse choir contributed to the pleasure of the afternoon. Membership: Edith Savin (president), Irving Short (secretary), Thomas Weir (treasurer), Bruce Baker, Jacqueline Beane, Orva Blaine, LaNell Davis, Andrea de Grassi, Jean Elliott, Chester Gall, Margaret Godfrey, Joy Guenthner, Don Ingalls, Elva Lynch, Wallace McKague, Donna O ' Dell, Don Page, Johnie Pearson, Belle Purcell, Jimmie Scott, Betty Soules, Phylis Treleaven, Clarinda Vandegrift, Jean Van Heusen, Janet Weldon. Prentice Wharff. The Poets ' Workshop The Poets ' Workshop has had another altogether delightf ul year meeting once a week during the home-room period and getting together several times for parties. They achieved honors for Willard and their club in this year ' s poetry contest in which there were eighty- three entries. The judges reported finding a high poetic standard, fine restraint, and wide variety of form in their contributions. The prizes were awarded as follows: First, Sum- mer, Paula Joy; second, Castle of Dreams, Paula Joy; third, The Charm of the Orient, Elinor Crocker; fourth, Sky Fantasy, Frances Lockwood; fifth, Echo, Betty Kinsey; sixth, Dream Realm, Paula Joy; seventh, Memories, Jane Anderson; eighth, Nocturne, Betty Kinsey; ninth, Evening, Elinor Crocker; tenth, The Little Pirate, Frances Lockwood. Willard was very fortunate in winning second prize in the high school contest at the Annual Poets ' Dinner this spring. Elinor Crocker won that signal honor with her Sea Fantasy, a poem written for that event. Membership: Mrs. Shulgin (sponsor), Jean Alexander, Elinor Anderson, Jane Anderson, Gordon An- drews, Jacqueline Beane, Tybel Bernstein, Bernice Bowersmith, Betty Brown, Elinor Crocker (vice-presi- dent), Pat Doyle (historian), Arthur Dunlop, Babs DuPuy, Esther Enos, Barbara Erickson, Mary Dozier Finley, Jean Follette, Betty Green, Patty Hardy, Janet Hay (assistant editor), Patsy Heaslett, Betty Henderson, Teruo Iyama (art editor), Earl Jones, Paula Joy (president), Loie Judkins, James Keilty, Betty Kinsey (librarian), Sylvia Kiosterud, Bernal Kirwan, Frances Lockwood, Jean Mallory, Elizabeth Marshall, Joan Maslin, Marjorie McKay, Ruth Meads, Marylee Miller, Polly Morgan (program chairman), Betty Mountford, Audrey Myers, Barbara Newman, Tamako Niwa, Dorothy Patmont, Jean Romie, Mary Rosenkranz, Ingelborg SchleifF, Lorraine Sharp, Marjorie Silva, Elizabeth Stewart, Elisabeth Trumpler, Betty Udall (secretary), Clarinda Vandegrift, Bill Vincent, Mary Wucher. The Willard Penguin Clnb Probably the youngest organization of Willard Junior High is the Penguin Club, which has a charter membership of fifteen girls, wh o have elected Cornelia Ballard as president, Martha Ford vice-president, Mary Scott secretary, and Jean Hardy for their treasurer. The aim of the club is threefold: recreational, social, and service. Because of the enthusiastic cooperation of the girls and the help of Mrs. Droitcour and Mr. Glessner, the club is progressing rapidly. The members have chosen as a sign of membership wooden pins in the form of a P. Since the club will feature sports to a great extent, the costume colors are dark blue and white. Membership: Margaret Ballard, Esther Bartholomew, Needie Jackson, Pearl Johnson, Dorothy Jones, Elaine Keys, Marilyn Keys, Annie Kinney, Eunice Manning, Maxine Manning, Mildred Randolph. 15 TUMBLING CLUB — TENNIS PLAYERS The Tumbling Club The oldest club in Willard? That ' s us, the Willard Tumblers, now under the spon- sorship of Coach Luther. Although young in years, we are experts, a :d you can ' t upset our pyramids with the muscle control and coordination we have developed. We ' re tum- bling for a gym, too. Happy landings! Tumblers: Armando De Mingo, Stuart Duncan, Dan Elkins, Bill Gracey, Bud Hansen, Teddy Merrill, Henry Schaub, Lester Scully, Werlie Gleason, Pat Stripp, Donald Vance, Bob White. The Chess Club Your move, check! How often these words are spoken as the Chess Club gets together. Every week the chessmen come out of their boxes, and the members endeavor to learn the fine points of this brains-taking game. The competition is keen, but oh, what fun it is to be coached by Mr. Harrison when he is a kibitzer. One of the real values of chess is the practice in concentration it gives to the player. Chess players may well be called the power behind the throne for they have the will that moves kings and queens. Membership: Mr. Harrison (sponsor), Park Abbott, Bob Dable, John De Martini, Stuart Duncan (president), Neil Falconer (vice-president), Werlie Gleason, Hisashi Higashi, Malcolm Magruder, William McDonald, Conon Molody, Arthur Morgan, Toshiko Sagimori, Helen Schauppner, Dave Sherwin, Richard Siler, Russell Smith, Pat Stripp, Bill Thompson, Paul Trometter, Bill Weston, Gerald Whipple (secretary), Ilene Wilkinson, Stanley Willett, Walter Williamson, Stanley Wilson, Peter Wolff. 16 GIRLS ' GLEE CLUB— BOYS ' GLEE CLUB— HIGH NINE CHORAL Odds and Ends I ' ve tried my hand at poems, I ' ve tried to climb a tree, I ' ve tried to do just everything, But they just don ' t suit me, So now that I am growing old, I cease to think of that And spend my time at checkerboards, Declaring, Oh, my hat! Ronald Naess. Everybody Can Everybody can smile Either at work or play, Smile to shorten each mile, Each task along the way. Betty Fankhauser. 17 CLtf CLM6CRS The Girls ' Glee Club The Girls ' Glee Club, under the direction of Mrs. Allen, has just concluded a imst interesting and enjoyable term. The High Nine Members of the club sang two songs at the Girls ' League Mother-Daughter Tea on April 23. At a meeting of the teachers of the Berkeley Junior and Senior High Schools, the club rendered two r umbers. The mothers of the Girls ' and Boys ' Glee Clubs gave these two organizations a party on May 26. Mrs. Allen and Mrs. Kellogg were presented with corsages. Both Glee Clubs sang, refreshments were served, and a dance was enjoyed by all. As the climax to their term ' s work, an operetta, The Ni-ty Shop, was presented at the P.T.A. Program on June 3. This was a delightful one-act musical comedy, in which a chorus modeled the latest spring fashions. The cast included Marilyn Gordon (Madame Lazare), Betty Henderson (Olga), Patricia Packard (Mrs. Goldore), Barbara Kindt (Bess Goldore), Lois Hiester (Jackie Goldore), Carolyn Dobbs (Rosemary), Adrienne De Journette (Janet), and a chorus of Models. Membership: Lois Hiester (president), Paula Joy (secretary), Patricia Packard (announcer), Adele Arey, Tybel Bernstein, Eileen Blackwell, Phyllis Bliss, Beverly Bruning, Gloria Bullock, Cathleen Burt, Jean- nette Connick, Elinor Crocker, Adrienne De Journette, Carolyn Dobbs, Annabelle Duthie, Mildred Ekstrom, Barbara Erickson, Jean Follette, Dorothea Foss, Cecilia Fowler, Marcela Genss, Marilyn Gordon, Helen Grant, Annabel Gray, Lucille Green, Holly Hammond, Betty Henderson, Lois Hiester, Betty Houghton, Lorraine Huff, Barbara Jones, Margaret Jory, Paula Joy, Barbara Kindt, Juliette King, Betty Kinsey, Ada Lewis, Anna Lea Lloyd, Frances Lockwood, Marie Losee, Anne Maslin, Frencene McCarty, Ruth Meads, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, Veronica Neal, Patricia Packard, Betty Prentiss, Fern Pruden, Frances Rakestraw, Kathryn Rushforth, Jean Schneider, Marjorie Scott, Lorraine Sharp, Margaret Shepherd, Billie Jean Simpson, June Simpson, Barbara Smith, Virginia Thompson, Elisabeth Trumpler, Francis Wallace, Louise Warwick, Margaret Whelan, Narcisa Williamson, Imogene Wilson, Nan Woodworth. The Boys ' Glee C lub All Willard ' s music organizations are able to contribute to the pleasure of an audience at any time, and the Boys ' Glee Club is no exception. Throughout the term they have been doing their part in the activities of Willard. They have performed for the P.T.A. , on our program of entertainment for the faculties of the secondary schools of Berkeley, and on the evening of the same date they put on a program for the Willard Dads ' Club in answer to a request made by that organization. The semester may well be termed a total success from every standpoint, the personal benefit derived from the excellent train- ing received, the fine contacts made, and the joy of sharing the results of that excellent training with those who have been privileged to hear them. Membership: Mrs. Kellogg (director), Armando De Mingo (president), Mortimer Smith (announcer), Douglas Sinclair, Gerald Whipple (librarians), Park Abbott, Bob Andrews, Tom Barber, Bill Barnard, John Bellamy, Park Biehl, George Blevins, Bob Bright, Allen Buckingham, MacNeil Burt, Donald Campbell, Her- bert Cantelow, Alvin Carlson, Robert Collins, Bob Cutter, Bob Dable, Boardman Drobish, Harold Ferrari, Harvey Fielder, Louis Fischl, Leonard Gaffney, Jack Greig, Ivan Hawkins, Henry Houser, James Hoxie, John Kenward, Stanley King, Eddie Knudsen, Roy Kruschke, Jack Lynch, Ed McCreary, Gregory Moon, Billy Morgan, John Mountford, Ronald Naess, Merritt Neale, Richard Randall, Bob Ready, Fred Ritchie, Phillip Robinson, Lester Scully, Arch Sparrowe, Delmer Sparrowe, Gilbert Steigman, David Stewart, John Stroud, Jack Teagarden, Kenneth Terkildsen, Perry Thornton, Chester Turner, Robert Van Buskirk, Donald Vance, Gordon Varnum, Robert Veaco, Harlan Veal, Bill Wadge, Stuart Watterson, Benjamin Weir, Jerry Weldon, Jack Wheaton, Bill Whitton, Van Williams, Robert Wise, Bobbie Woods. 18 WILLARD ORCHESTRA and WILLARD BAND The Orchestra Representing musical talent in the school, Willard ' s seventy-two-piece orchestra has climbed high on the ladder of achievement this term. Mr. Salisbury is to be highly com- mended for his artistic direction. Due to the lack of an auditorium a select group was called upon to add harmony to the Low Seven Open House and other local activities. They also rendered a program at the Masonic Lodge in April. Another group of twenty- five played for the P.T.A. Bridge Party. On April 24, the spotlight gleamed brightly on the full orchestra as it did its part to spread the story of beauty and melody at the concert given at the Berkeley High School Auditorium. Climaxing the continued efforts of Mr. Salisbury and his seventy-two musicians was the added enjoyment they contributed to the Graduation Exercises on June 19. Membership: Howard Anderson, Rex Anderson, Betsy Ballard, Ava Jean Barber, Duane Beeson, Gordon Bell, Clarice Behm, Joe Bennett, Roy Bradshaw, Tatiana Bu anoff, Kenneth Cameron, Naylor Cole, Nancy Cox, Thornton Davis, Melba De Mingo, Bob Doolittle, Marian Doran, Richard Doyle, Robert Douthitt, Clifford Elwood, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Virginia Fischer, Barbara Foulds, David Fulmer, James Gamas, Bob Gassaway, James Gerlacher, Melvin Gielow, Charles Gray, Jared Grossmith, Glada Gould, Janet Hay, Pat Hamlin, Ina Henning, Edna Herrmann, Emily Herrmann, Callie Home, Marion Jewell, Jeanette Jones, Betty Karsten, John Kondeff, Patsy Lindc, Polly Love, Fred Moreton, John Maynard, Claude Mc- Entyre, Virginia Merchant, Charles Miller, Louise Miller, Sei Moda, Merilyn Morshead, Darrach Murchison, Audrey Myers, Nancy Payne, Frank Pepper, Doris Petersen, Muriel Porter, Dorothy Patmont, Robert Price, Belle Purcell, Dorothy Rasmussen, Edmund Richard, Hal Rutledge, Dorothy Sayles, Simone Sciobereti, Bar- bara Schwartz, Doris Sparks, Frances Steiner, Marjory Sutcliffe, Bill Tocher, Andre Tournier, Richard Tucker, Dorothy Uddenberg, Ruth Vawter, Jack Wallace, Don Wood. 19 The Band Saturday, May 9, the State Band Contest was held in San Francisco. The Willard Band performed as the outstanding group in the Junior High School Class. Both in conduct and performance they were rated excellent. The Student Body had the pleasure of hearing them play their program numbers at an assembly held in their honor. On May 17, they played in the annual Spring Band and Orchestra Festival held in the Men ' s Gym- nasium, University of California, and again their work was outstanding. It was a very fine program they put on at the International Rotary Convention held in our city re- cently, and the excellence of their work called forth many favorable comments. The mem- bers of the band are a credit to the school, and we are proud of them. Membership: Mr. Schott (director), Rex Anderson, Dick Bahger, Duane Beeson, Gordon Bell, Jean Berry, Worth Bishop, Leonard Blackford, Roy Bobo, Ted Bruce, Kenneth Cameron, Marshall Cheney, Billy Clark, Catherine Coffin, Edward Coulon, Thornton Davis, Ellis Day, Eugene De Luca, Bob Doolittle, Robert Douthitt, Dick Duhring, Arthur Dunlop, Clifford Elwood, Don Englis, Jack Evernden, Tom Evernden, Pete Farmer, Lynn Farrar, Clarence Felt, David Fulmer, James Gamas, James Gerlacher, Paul Godfrey, Stanley Greig, Jared Grossmith, Alvin Hambly, Harold Hibbard, Frank Kruse, Paul Lindblom, Billy Love, Claude McEntyre, Charles Miller, Norman Miller, Lealand Moore, Alfred Montano, Timothy Pearson, Douglas Peasley, Robert Price, Jerry Ransom, Russell Rawson, Hugh Renfro, Jack Robbins, David Rutledge, Edward Rutledge, Ernest Schauppner, Harwood Sharpe, Marvin Smith, Alan Stagner, Tom Stanton, Dick Seymour, Ben Taylor, Cyril Taylor , Richard Thornbury, Robert Trumpler, Russell Turpen, Dorothy Uddenburg, Ted Valentiner, Ruth Vawter, Jack Wallace, Billy Weik. The Choral One hundred twenty-seven students selected music as one of their courses this se- mester, a peak enrollment we wish you to know. These girls and boys automatically became members of the H-9 Choral with Mrs. Kellogg as their leader. A triumphant and enjoyable term has just been most successfully climaxed with the beautiful numbers so faultlessly rendered on the program for graduation today. Membership: Bob Andrews, Ian Ball, Ava Jean Barber, Helen Barker, Clarice Behm, Gordon Bell, John Bellamy, Park Biehl, Eva Blanchard, Mardell Boucher, Bob Bright, Nathalie Brizard, Marie Brown, Gloria Bullock, Betty Burns, MacNeil Burt, Phyllis Butler, Ann Campbell, Alvin Carlson, Billy Clark, Bob Clark, Margaret Coleman, Patsy Poe Cooper, Elinor Crocker, Adrienne De Journette, Armando De Mingo, Carolyn Dobbs, Marian Doran, Robert Douthitt, Boardman Drobish, Lorraine Ehle, Mildred Ekstrom, Jean English, Jean Erickson, Betty Fankhauser, Mary Dozier Finley, Jean Follette, Martha Ford, Haruko Fujii, Michiko Fujii, Chester Gall, Paul Godfrey, Lucille Green, Jack Greig, Jared Grossmith, Patricia Hamlin, Patty Hardy, Betty Henderson, Emily Herrmann, Lois Hiester, Lorraine Huff, Serga Isaeff, Philip Johnson, Mair Jones, Betty Jeanne Josephs, Paula Joy, Loie Judkins, Mihiko Katsu, John Kenward, Deryl Kesselring, Barbara Kindt, Stanley King, Clema Kirsch, Jun Kojaku, Tsugio Kubota, Ada Lewis, Patsy Linde, Marie Lois, Polly Love, Maxine Manning, Anne Maslin, Beth Mayhall, Camilla McCan, Louise McCann, Emma Mae McCollum, Claude McEntyre, Marjorie McKay, Robert McKenzie, Ruth Meads, Loretta Michelbook, Louise Miller, Jane Newman, Dorothy Noxom, Patricia Packard, Wilbur Parkinson, Laura Pedersen, Doris Petersen, Margaret Poston, Betty Prentiss, Richard Randall, Dorothy Rasmussen, Kathryn Rushforth, Toshiko Sagimori, Helen Schauppner, Bette Schmidt, Barbara Schwartz, Lillian Scott, Marjorie Scott, Lester Scully, Lorraine Sharp, Marjorie Silva, Billie Jean Simpson, June Simpson, Mortimer Smith, Doris Sparks, Gilbert Steigman, David Stewart, Grace Stovner, John Stroud, Frances Stubbe, Marjory Sutcliffe, Sachie Takahashi, Virginia Thomp- son, Elisabeth Trumpler, Chester Turner, Alice Valenzano, Donald Vance, Louise Warwick, Janet Weldon, Thomas Weir, Margaret Whelan, Lorraine Williamson, Narcisa Williamson, Betty Wilson, Imogene Wilson, Nan Woodworth, Mona Young. The Forest ' s Children The gentle doe in the forest green Peeks out from behind her leafy screen. The bushy-tailed squirrel collects his nuts For winter-time when his door he shuts. The broad-tailed beaver with his dam Cuts down trees for his pond to cram. The big brown bear inspects the trees To steal some honey from the bees. Ted Wilson. 20 Girls ' Basketball Girls ' basketball this year was a season full of fun and spirit. Under the guidance of Mrs. Hoskins and Mrs. Johnson the interclass games were played after school. The win- ning class was the High Eighths. The girls also played interschool games with Garfield. The High Sevens won for Willard. All the girls who played 25% or more of the games against Garfield won a Block W or a star if they already owned ¥ ' s. High Ninth: Ava Jean Barber, Jean Follette, Haruko Fujii, Patty Hardy, Janet Hay, Callie Home, Betty Jean Josephs, Paula Joy, Loie Judkins, Louise McCann, Ruth Meads, Patricia Packard, Betty Prentiss, Grace Stovner, Frances Stubbe, Louise Warwick, Margaret Whelan. Low Ninth: Betty Baxter, Melba DeMingo, Holly Hammond, Betty Houghton, Annie Kinney, Kathleen Kreitler, Polly Morgan, Donna O ' Dell, Mary Scott, Merle Steinmann, Dorothy Uddenberg, Ilene Wilkinson, Georgena Woods. High Eighth: Dorothy Betaque, Orva Blaine, Margaret Buckley, Jeannette Connick, Margot Daniel, Barbara Dean, Annabel Gray, Margaret Jory, Juliette King, Anna Lea Lloyd, Jean Mallory, Vivian Mer- gerian, Nancy Payne, Ruthelma Rowe, Margaret Shepherd, Barbara Smith, Barbara Whittingham, Ruth Vawter. Low Eighth: Jean Alexander, Frances Baldwin, Alice Cordero, Babs DuPuy, Esther Enos, Marcela Genss, Grace Gillespie, Trent Johnston, Soeko Kawamoto, Mignon Marois, Yvonne Michelson, Patsy Morton, Peggy Lee Robertson, Betty Stewart. High Seventh: Elsie Carter, Catherine Coffin, Martha Crandall. Merle Kelsey, Phyllis Koplan, Jeanne Le Quatte, Joan Maslin, Evelyn McClure, Maralee Ogle, Dorothy Patmont, Alma Roth, Jean Van Heusen. Boys Basketball Basketball under the supervision of Mr. Baxter is one of the most popular games at Willard. The Willard Unlimiteds beat Woodrow Wilson 18 to 13 and Garfield 9 to 8, but lost the set 2 to 1 with Garfield. The Willard 115 ' s beat the Y. M. C. A. 34 to 4, but were beaten by Garfield 5 to 4. Although the boys lost this game, they tied the set with Garfield. Throughout the season Willard has set a fine example in good sportsmanship. Unlimiteds: Lloyd Callawa y, Bill Clarke, Bob Douthitt, Bill Durkee, Jack Eldridge, John Kenward, John Stroud. 105 ' s: Bob Dable, Duane Beeson, Hisashi Higashi, Sho Kojaku, Fred Rohde, Minoru Sano, Dave Sherwin, Pat Stripp, Perry Thornton. 115 ' s: Armando DeMingo, Werlie Gleason, Jun Kojako, Dan Naughton, Timmy Smith, David Stewart, Nagao Tomita, Bob Trolson. 95 ' s: Bob Brown, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Mitchell Farrar, Arthur Kariya, Jack Lynch, Hal Rutledge. Boys 9 Baseball The Willard Hard Baseball Season has been a short one, but two matches with Gar- field called forth a crowd of enthusiastic supporters at both games, and meant one triumph for each school. Players: Frank Buckley, Lloyd Callaway, Bob Dable, Armando DeMingo, Stuart Duncan, Werlie Glea- son, Jack Heffernon, Dan Naughton, Mortimer Smith, Pat Stripp. Willard Rotary Baseball Mr. Baxter has led his boys through a very successful season. They came out on top in the games with the Garfield Lions and the Kiwanis Club. With the Garfield School Team, Willard and Garfield shared honors with one apiece. Willard membership: Frank Buckley (substitute), Lloyd Callaway, Bob Dable (substitute), Armando DeMingo, Stuart Duncan, Bill Durkee (substitute), Werlie Gleason, Jack Heffernon (substitute), Dan Naughton (substitute), Timmy Smith, Pat Stripp, Nagao Tomita. 21 Girls ' Baseball Everyone who went out for after-school baseball this term was rewarded with games filled with excitement and good sportsmanship. The High Sevens, High Eights, and High Nines won, which made them interclass champions. Following these triumphs, the vic- tors played against Garfield. Willard ' s High Sevens and High Nines beat Garfield the necessary two out of three games and brought home to Willard two hard-earned victories. High Ninth: Ava Jean Barber, Clarice Behm, Mardell Boucher, Elinor Crocker, Patty Hardy, Janet Hay, Loie Judkins, Barbara Kindt, Marie Losee, Louise McCann, Ruth Meads, Patricia Packard, Betty Prentiss, Frances Stubbe. Low Ninth: Meta Baird, Melba DeMingo, Betty Houghton, Annie Kinney, Kathleen Kreitler, Hideko Kuroiwa, Mary Scott, Winifred Scott, Merle Steinmann, Bernice Stutt, Dorothy Uddenberg, Ilene Wilkin- son, Georgena Wood, Mary Wucher. High Eighth: Dorothy Betaque, Orva Blaine, Jeannette Connick, Barbara Dean, Annabel Gray, Mar- garet Jory, Juliette King, Anna Lea Lloyd, Nancy Payne, Barbara Smith, Mary Van Heusen, Ruth Vawter, Barbara Whittingham. Low Eighth: Jean Alexander, Frances Baldwin, Shirley Engelhardt, Esther Enos, Marcela Genss, Grace Gillespie, Mignon Marois, Audrey Monahan, Patsy Morton, June Setterlund, Elizabeth Stewart, Clarinda Vandergrift. High Seventh: Elsie Carter, Catherine Coffin, Barbara Durkee, Merle Kelsey, Phyllis Koplan, Jeanne La Quatte, Madalynne Lindenber , Joan Maslin, Evelyn McClure, Dorothy Patmont, Alma Roth, Lillian Sholin, Jean Van Heusen. Girls 9 Tennis Seventeen girls have been eagerly polishing up their game for the tryouts wherever a court offered an opportunity. Although the teams have been chosen, and they defeated Garfield, the girls still relish the sport and expect to continue the game throughout the summer. Players: Jeannette Connick, Elinor Crocker, Jean Erickson, Patty Hardy, Janet Hay, Emily Herrmann, Betty Jeanne Josephs, Loie Judkins, Juliette King, Kathleen Kreitler, Patricia Landregan, Helen Schaupp- ner, Barbara Smith, Merle Steinmann, Elisabeth Trumpler, Ruth Vawter, Margaret Whelan. Hots 9 Tennis m From the elimination tournament held at the Grove Courts, six winners were chosen to represent Willard in a series of games against Garfield and Willard was victorious. The boys certainly know how to handle their rackets. Pla yers: Robert Brown, Bill Durkee, Jack Eldridge, John Kenward, Bernard Peters, Bob Ready. A Bath in the Sound It was on a fishing trip in the Puget Sound, Washington, that I was to experience defeat. We were going along in our motor boat, my uncle and I, when my line started to pull in what I thought was a small salmon. All of a sudden it jumped out of the water, and to my amazement I saw that it was at least two feet long. Suddenly there was a jerk on the line and overboard I went. I was so frightened I couldn ' t let go of the line, and the salmon pulled me away from the boat. I looked back to see that I was about fifty feet from the craft. Realizing my danger, I let go of the line just as the salmon started to descend to the black depth of the Sound. Meanwhile my uncle had started to my rescue. In record time, sputtering and spouting, looking more like a drowned rat than a swanky fisherman, I was pulled back into the boat, but that salmon had put an end to our fishing trip for that day. Harlan Veal. 22 UNLIMITED BASKETBALL 115 LB. BASKETBALL BOYS ' TENNIS H8 BASKETBALL 95-LB. BASKETBALL TEAM I05-LB. BASKETBALL TEAM H7 BASKETBALL H9 BASKETBALL Smiles If smiles were catching like a yawn, And we began to smile at dawn. How happy this old world would be! There ' d be no time to frown, you see. Jeanne Cooke 23 Traffic Safety • My life is my own, and I can do anything I want with it. If I want to break my neck, thr.t is my own business. You sometimes hear this among young folks, and it is in the safety class conducted by Officer Kidd of the Berkeley Police Department that the L-9 Students who have the privilege of attending the course are finding out the financial outlay represented by each of them to their parents. At fourteen years, most of them have cost their parents over $4000, and this $4000 machine is not replaceable. Debt to parents is pointed out. There is a possibility that society may be deprived of some Edison or other genius in the class, whose contribution to society may be chopped short by un- timely death due to complete lack of safety consciousness. Considerable time in the class is devoted to the automobile — reaction time, momentum of car, braking distance, vision, mental and physical defects, and how these are induced or aggravated by liquor, narcotics, or by disturbing conditions. The safety class points out the fact that SAFETY and SKILL are closely related and that the clumsy, untrained person is the one most likely to become injured. The skilled person is better at games, better at work, better at the wheel of an auto, and better under all circumstances. The students readily react to the fact the unskilled person is to be pitied, not only because of the hazard he is to himself and others, but because he will be in dif- ficulties most of his life and probably die much younger than is necessary. The meat of this course, however, as Officer Kidd states, is attitude. Death is in- evitable and therefore nothing we can do makes any difference. My life is my own. These two attitudes are the subject of attack throughout the course, and the class fully understands the importance of the attack. RIDING CLUB Willard Riding Club The Willard Riding Club has been enjoying the semester at the Athens Polo and Riding Club. The group is under the supervision of Mrs. Johnson, and they ride every Wednesday and Friday afternoons. Mrs. Bast and Miss Bolton have kindly chauffeured the groups. On the afternoon of May 9th, at the Athens Polo and Riding Club, there was a riding contest in which Willard Students participated. In the Willard competitive riding, Dorenne Paris came in first, Pauline Galliett second, and Jayne Marquis third. In competing with the Berkeley Schools, Willard won second place. Dorenne Paris was judged the third best rider of all the participants. In the handkerchief race Dorenne Paris placed second, and in the water race Grace Gillespie placed first. Willard came in second in the finals, the Girl Scouts winning first. Willardites have a right to be proud of their representative equestrians. Membership: Betty Baxter, Eleonora Dawson, Pauline Galliett, Grace Gillespie, Gloria Howard, Peggy Hurt, Mona Janney, Patsy Linde, Jayne Marquis, Patricia Morton, Dorenne Paris, Katharine von Adelung. 24 . ,J ; . SI ' i SPRING DAY SNAPS What I Wish I wish I had a million pies With nuts and raisins too. I wish I had some pop corn But, of course, no work to do. People say I am lazy ' Cause I simply love to play. And when there ' s any work to do I always run away. Gloria Shallat. 25 Spring Day, May 1, 1936 After weeks of daily uncertainties in regard to the weather, we were all infinitely relieved to be greet- ed by sunshine when we awoke on May Day. It continued until all the festivities were over, and the last stragglers were well on their way home. Then it did rain, but who cared? After an unprecedented epidemic of measles, colds, and influenza, it was also a great relief to know that those upon whom we had counted had not failed us. We were glad to find that there were enough Maypole dancers to wind the ribbons as the personnel had changed daily, to the great despair of Mrs. Hoskins and of Miss Farwell, who had the responsibility of the costumes. Willing workers arrived as early as 6:30 so that when the others came at the usual time, they found the school building gay and festive with its Spanish shawls and serapas hanging from the upper windows. Im- mense Mexican hats figured prominently in the decorations as well as fascinating charm strings of colored gourds. The pillars between the arches bore Mission signs, each containing the name of a California mission and the date of its founding. The band concert added enthusiasm to the scene as California characters, historical, fictitious, and fanciful, made their appearance. At ten o ' clock the school assembled in the yard to witness the program that had been prepared. The entrance of the May Queen, Patty Hardy, and her court was impressive and beautiful. The members of her court included Ava Jean Barber, Edith Borman, Margaret Connick, Martha Cran- dall, Gilbert Cross, Eleanora Dawson, Ellen de Journette, Joy Drobish, Faith Droitcour, Barbara Durkee, Betty Green, Dexter Guio, Charles Hanger, Yukiyo Hayashi, Lois Hiester, Henry Houser, Loie Judkins, Dolly Lais, Marie Lais, Polly Love, Elizabeth Marshall, Joan Maslin, Ruth Meads, Kenneth Mirov, James Morley, Jimmy Moulton, Dorenne Paris, Betty Piatt, Bill Robinson, Bill Silver, John Sproul, Arthur Starke, Bill Tucker, Bill Vincent, Benjamin Weir, Verna Wilson. This unit was under the direction of Miss Minnie Mayne. The dance of the California Poppies followed. The dancers were Cathleen Burt, Babs Du Puy, Edna Haggerty (solo dancer), Trent Johnston, Frances Lockwood, Mary Rosenkranz, Betty Stewart, Clarinda Vandegrift, Carol Wright. The next number on the program was a colorful pageant of Early California in seven episodes, the text being the work of Mrs. Hall. The narrators were Elinor Crocker, Jean Follette, Callie Home, Eileen Kenyon, Sylvia Kiosterud, Ada Lewis, Dorothy Rasmussen, Doris Sparks, Marjory Sutcliffe. The Pageant Episode I, Discovering El Dorado, under the direction of Mrs. Mahoney, included Robert Brown (Carmelite friar), Neil Falconer (Cabrillo), William McDonald (Soldier), Arthur Morgan (Sir Francis Drake), James Pepper (Soldier), Richard Reinhardt (Standard bearer), David Takahashi (Viscaino), Richard Warwick (Indian chief). Episode II, The Coming of the Padres, was directed by Mrs. Lamiman and Miss Holmes. The stu- dents taking part were George Blevins, Roy Burnett, Bob Burns, Dave Cox, Frank Dinwiddie, Dorothy Dodge, Helen Fieldbrave, Bill Gracey, Don Hellier, Robert Hilton, Karl Honsinger, James Hoxie, Charles Hoyt, Marion Jewell, Hilda Kettle, Margaret Knibbe, Eddie Knudsen, John Kondoff, Bill Lowe, Leon Marsh, Richard Monson, Marjorie Munro, Henry Schaub, Kenneth Terkildsen, Bruce Tillman, Stanley Willett. Episode III, A Romance of the Old Presidio was under the supervision of Mrs. Shulgin. The actors were Elinor Anderson, Theresa Clark, Barbara Erickson, Billy Follette, Patsy Heaslett, Edna Herrmann, Betty Kinsey (Conception de Arguello), Robert Laning, Jeanne Le Quatte, Elva Lynch, Barbara Newman, Maralee Ogle, Dorothy Patmont, Dorothy Rasmussen, Alma Roth, Dorothy Sayles, Lillian Sholin, Irving Short (Count Rezcnnoff). Episode IV, Spanish Echoes of the Idle Forties was supervised by Mrs. Ivelsky, and the students participating were Gordon Andrews, Helen Barker, Eileen Blackwell, Bob Bruen, Beverly Bruning, Allen Buckingham, Billy Clark, Lorraine Ehle, Mildred Ekstrom, Jack Eldridge, Ursula Haven, Betsy Hoffman, Betty Jeanne Josephs, Marie Losee, Jean Mallory, Muriel Porter, Dorothy Noxon, Marjorie Scott, Lorraine Sharp, Evelyn Shultis, Marjorie Silva, Timmy Smith, Thomas Stanton, John Stroud, Virginia Thompson, Donald Vance, Virginia Veirs, Narcisa Williamson, Imogene Wilson. Episode V, The California Argonauts, with Mr. Edwards as director, was presented by Bill Barnard, Clarice Behm, Bill Bennett, Bob Boyd, Patsy Compton, La Nell Davis, Bill Day, Andrea de Grassi, Dean Dris- coll, Jean Elliott, Bob Ellis, Pauline Galliett, Elizabeth Gebhart, Jay Haley, Bud Hansen, Bill Johnson, Mada- lynne Lindenberg, Conon Molody, John Sebastian, Bud Spurrier, Paul Trometter, Janet Weldon, Prentice Wharff, Margaret Whelan, Howard Wolf, Nan Woodworth, Mona Young. 26 Episode VI, The Golden Spike, was arranged by Miss De Lancie and Miss Chace and given by Francis Allen, Barbara Beedle, Fred Beretta, Ellen Davis, Barbara Detels, Annabelle Duthie, Lola Ann Fisher, Mar- garet Godfrey, Ruth Grove, Joy Guenthner, James Hahn, Fred Holling, Jack Johnson, Margaret Knibbe, Patricia Landregan, Verral Lincoln, Norma Lowry, Domonic Marcellino, Edward McCreary, Bill McDonald, Vivian Megerian, Shizue Ota, Pauline Railton, Bob Ready, John Roberts, Erna Roth, Simone Sciobereti, Robert Schmitt, Robert Van Buskirk, Gordon Varnum, Robert Wise, Sam Yamamoto. Episode VII, A New Star in the Flag was staged by Mrs. Hardy, Mrs. Allen, and Mrs. Johnson, and the following students were in the scene: Duane Alton, Richard Angell, Muriel Bennett, Tatiana Buzanoff, Florence Carleton, Robert Dubuque, Annabella Elkner, Lowell Foster, Barbara Foulds, Virginia French, Ed Gilman, Roger Gilmore, Barbara Hodges, Wayne Hooper, Sally Howard, Barbara Kirby, Ray Kruschke, Hisaka Kuroiwa, Robert McFarland, Lois McKay, Lois Merkt, Elenor Moore, Bill Morton, Ronald Naess, Bob Patter- son, Donald Remig, Edmund Richard, Don Riggs, Fred Ritchie, Leslie Rogers, Nicholas Rose, Jack Sather, William Silva, George Snell, Raymond Snow, James Stewart, Jack Teagarden, Junior Tesar, Coris Thaxter, Bill Thompson, Donald Treadwell, Harlan Veal, Donald Waldie, Peter Wolff, Don Wood, Yumiko Yoshimine. The Queen and her attendants, followed by the participants in the program and the entire audience, then formed a procession to witness the Maypole Dance given on the lower terrace of the school grounds under the direction of Mrs. Hoskins. The Maypole Dancers were Janet Bagby, Marilyn Biehl, Helen Callahan, Carolyn Clifford, Beatrice Foster, Jean Grove, Lenore Hermida, Harriet Johnson, June Lamb, Jean Lower, Mary Magruder, Evelyn Massoni, Agnes McKechnie, Rita Richberger, Vivian Saph, Helen Scott, Gloria Shallat, Ailene Smith, Barbara Solinsky, Carol Sutcliffe. This concluded the morning program. Luncheon was then served by the mothers of the P.T.A. in the cafeteria and in a booth in the east yard. Candy, peanuts, and punch were also on sale. The afternoon program featured a costume parade. Prizes were given to Robert Bray, Evelyn Haines, Alan McGregor, John Richardson, Donald Wescott of the Seventh Grade; Eva Blanchard, Bruce Gillespie, Joyce Hall, Delbert Laudel, Ellen Langley, Delmer Spar- rowe of the Eighth Grade; Edward Lind, Dan Naughton, Margaret Poston, Richard Randall, Roy Sayles, Dean Solinsky of the Ninth Grade. Honorable Mention Badges were given to Alice Arnold, Bernice Bowersmith, Thomas Boyd, Roy Brad- shaw, Barbara Dean, Geraldine Daugherty, Dean Driscoll, Boardman Drobish, Jeanne Eyman, Mary Finley, Virginia Fischer, Ted Gourlay, Helen Grant, Dorothy Hensley, Jack Hewson, Mona Janney, Jeanette Jones, Margaret Jory, Eugene Kauffman, Will McFadgen, Marjorie McKay, Marylee Miller, George Montier, Betty Mountford, Marian Parry, Helen Pearson, Eleanor Peet, Beverly Perry, John Pillsbury, Vern Robinson, Robert Ross, Lionel Talbot, Howard Thompson. Two performances of Beyond the Gate, under the direction of Mr. Edwards, were given in the library during the afternoon as the Drama Club ' s contribution to the day ' s pleasure, and the cast included Bruce Baker (Clown), Peggy Crane (Pleasure), Andrea de Grassi (Child), Chester Gall (Work), Evelyn McClure (Idleness), Wallace McKague (Sleepy-head), Don Page (Harvester), Johnie Pearson (Failure), Belle Pur- cell (Joy), Edith Savin (Corinna), Irving Short (Discontent), Phylis Treleaven (Love), Clarinda Vande- grift (Slug-a-bed ) , Jean Van Heusen (Day Dream). A costume dance in the cafeteria concluded the Spring Day Program of festivities, which was an out- standing success from every standpoint. Sancha This is a story about a little deer. Sancha was about three weeks old when we got her. Her mother had been shot, and we found her wandering aimlessly about the hills. The Mexican houseboy was the one that started bringing her up on a baby ' s bottle. When mealtime came, he would make a sound like wee-wee, wee-wee, and you would see Sancha bounding over the plain with one object in her mind, food. Sancha had many cute traits. For example, when the door of the house was open, she would mince in and steal a luscious cigarette. When winter came and it began to snow, she went wild. She would run in big bounds and land in the midst of a four-foot snowdrift and then prance right out again. Sancha would see someone walking along the path from which the snow had been cleared. It was then she would hide, and, at the opportune moment, out she would leap wildly into the air and gallop off at top speed as if she thought no one was within ten miles of her. Anybody would have to be an eye witness to the occasion, for it ' s certainly difficult with mere words to do justice to her playful antics. I am sure that a deer is one of the most lovable of pets when young, but after three or four years it ' s inclined to become mean and jump on you, using its vicious hoofs most unkindly with no provocation whatsoever. I believe, however, that Sancha ' s or any other deer ' s first three years make up for any mean or disagreeable traits which come in later years. Don Hellier. 27 TARGET QUOTA LEADERS— ADVISORIES 111, 206, 214, 209, 201, 113 23 TARGET STAFF and SCOOP STAFF The Target We knew you would like the Target cover, fellow students. Shirley Enge ' hardt of the Low Eighth Grade is responsible for both the design and block. The captions and title page add much to the appearance of our paper. They were drawn, and all the lino- leum blocks were cut by Lois Weston of the graduating class. Our campaign for subscriptions was a great success. Rooms 108, 110, 111, 112, 201, 212, and the girls of 113 have a 100 ' ( record. Advisories 206, 209, 214, and 218 were also among the quota leaders with a subscription record of 90 ' ( or above. Willardites, your cooperation is greatly appreciated. The Target staff: Ruth Meads (editor), Emily Hermann (assistant editor), Ava Jean Barber (manager), Shirley Engelhardt, Lois Weston (staff artists). Associate Editors: Alice Arnold, Jeannette Connick, Patsy Poe Cooper, Eugene De Luca, Jean Erick- son, Mary Dozier Finley, Jim Garoutte, Annabel Gray, Holly Hammond, Lois Hiester, Margaret Jory, Bar- bara Kindt, Polly Love, Anne Maslin, Jane Newman, Paul Ortega, Patricia Packard, Dorenne Paris, Muriel Porter, Betty Prentiss, John Roberts, Phillip Robinson, Kathryn Rushforth, Toshiko Sagimori, Helen Schauppner, Barbara Smith, Gerald Whipple, Mary Wucher. Sponsors: Mr. Glessner (Principal ), Miss Christy (Publication ), Mr. Baxter (Business) , Miss Blumert (Art). The Scoop The Scoop Staff has aimed this year to bring to its readers articles that interest and editorials that encourage individual and school improvement, while the faculty from time to time has added feature matter. The staff has kept up with the school activities and news. At the same time the art editor has arranged attractive headpieces and designs. Good jokes, clever cartoons, also Who ' s Who and Can You Imagine have contributed a bit of spice. Staff: Pete Farmer (editor), Arthur Morgan (assistant editor), Loie Judkins, Eleanor Jean Wood (society), Armando De Mingo, Patty Hardy (sports), Jeannette Connick, Loie Judkins (jokes), Ann Stevenson (staff artist), Bob Trolson (manager), William McDonald (assistant manager), Park Biehl, Elinor Crocker (reporters). 29 BRAI1D IUU Fingerprinting No Willard graduate is ever going to commit a crime. He won ' t dare because his fingerprints are on record. Nearly all good Willardites have been fingerprinted although none were forced to be. Notes were sent home to the parents, and no one ' s prints were taken without a parent ' s signature. Think of the work the physical education teachers did, too, for they were delegated to manage the project for Willard. It took fifty-six moves to print one person. If you didn ' t have your prints taken at school, you ' ll have to go to a sidewalk station to get your trade-marks, for, of course, you ' ll want to have them. They are really very valuable in cashing checks and for other purposes as identi- fications no one can question. In this respect Berkeley has surpassed the other cities of the United States for no other city has as large a per cent of fingerprinted citizens, over 5 0,000 up to date. Lost and Found Department The Lost and Found Department, a recent feature of Willard school life has been unusually successful. It is under the sponsorship of the Senior Citizenship Club, and many of its members are on duty there. Not only has it been an aid to the office, but they have really enjoyed doing the work it necessitates. All the unsightly clutter is neatly labeled and carefully placed in its proper niche in the room set aside for that purpose. Now it is a well organized unit of school activity. At least three quarters of the missing articles are properly registered and returned to their owners without the least complication. The students under whose management the department is conducted are Betty Baxter, Duane Beeson, Edith Borman, Roy Bradshaw, Arthur Carlson, Richard Chinn, Eleanora Dawson, Melba De Mingo, Mary Dozier Finley, Ursula Haven, Mona Janney, Bill Johnson, Barbara Kindt, June Krishian, Merritt Neale, Betty Prentiss, Kathryn Rushforth, Timmy Smith, Ann Stevenson, Gerald Whipple. Gone— the Wallflower No longer does the wallflower thrive on Willard soil. Why not? you ask, and the answer is quite evident. It ' s the class in ballroom dancing, Willard ' s latest innova- tion, that has settled the matter. Miss Holdom instructs, Miss Johns is at the piano, and seventy or more eager pupils don ' t miss a date. They have learned the four basic factors in ballroom dancing, poise, position, relaxation, and the ability to lead or follow. They also have a repertoire of many of the newest steps including Rock-a-bye, Tango, and Ex- hibition Waltz. It ' s on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons that they meet, and they don ' t deny that they have many good times together. The Melody Murderers McEntyre ' s melody murderers reminding rhythm retrievers suggest that the Mon- day Dances have been especially popularized of late by the appearance of these murderers, who, in reality, compose the orchestra that has been providing the music for our school dances. These classy clef clowns whose rhapsodical renditions have contributed to our Monday pleasure are Gordon Bell, Bob Douthitt, John Fairchild, Jared Grossmith, Harry Haviside, with Claude McEntyre as leader. 30 f I ■ I nA TCRpieccs Just a Mutt Mutt justified his name. He was a mixture of terrier, bull, collie, airedale, and hound. You can use your imagination as to what he looked like. When Jimmie brought him home on the end of a rope, the pup was not welcome, but after a long, heated conversation he was allowed to stay provided he never entered the house. Thus began the life of Mutt in the Adams ' household. Besides Jimmy, the family consisted of his small two-year-old sister, Susan, his mother, Moms, his father, Big Jim, and Last but not least, Tim. Tim, a large black cat, was a never-ending source of misery to Mutt. When he eagerly ran up to greet Tim, happy to have found a playmate, he would come to a distinct and sudden stop. He would feel a terrible searing pain across his tender nose again and again, until he recovered suf- ficiently from his surprise to run yelping away. Later while Jimmy was doctoring his nose, he realized that Tim was a creature to avoid. It seemed strange to him that while Tim was allowed to remain in the living room, whenever he sneaked into the house, he, Mutt, was soundly slapped on the hindquarters and soon relegated to the outdoors. On a Saturday in May the Adams ' family decided to go on a picnic. In spite of the protests of Jimmie ' s mother, Mutt was to go. To Mutt ' s extreme delight, Tim was shut up in the house for the day. The Adamses went to their own special picnic spot, one that they had picked out long before. It was ideal with its small river gliding peacefully by. After the picnic lunch, Big Jim and Moms lay down on a quilt and told Jimmie to stay close by to watch Susan. Strolling down by the river, the two children came upon a deserted raft that some lumberman had left. Susan was suddenly possessed with the idea of going for a ride on the raft. Against his better judgment, Jimmie pushed the raft out into the stream. Unknown to the children, there was around a bend about two hundred yards distant a waterfall, which, while not very deep, was high enough to injure the children. Mutt, seeing the danger, ran back to the picnic spot, and Big Jim, sensing that something was wrong, followed him to the side of the bank. There he saw the raft bobbing up and down in the current. Knowing the waterfall was near, he was terrified. Running along the side of the river, he came to a tree overhanging the water. He climbed out on the branch just in time to grasp the children as the raft went by. Safe on the bank, he watched it go over the brink with a catch in his throat and a thought of what would have happened if Mutt hadn ' t given the alarm. Moms, who had come more slowly, was now hugging Susan and Jimmie. Then, catching sight of Mutt, she caught him up in her arms and said to him fondly, You ' re just a mutt, but you ' re worth your weight in gold to us. Marilyn Holmes. A Silver Dream As I lay upon my bed, A silver dream ran through my head. I dreamt I was in heaven above With angels all around to love, Then they tucked me in and said, Happy dreams! as the dream boat fled. Helen Callahan. 31 With the Help of a Panther Frank Barton, a young explorer, jumped from the train at the city of Benzuela, Angola, South West Africa, and went to his hotel. Frank was a young explorer sent by the Huntington Museum in New York to try to locate the tomb of King Woola-Woola who reigned in 8 34 B. C. This tomb was said to be in the region of Cave City in the mountains back of Benzuela. This place was called that because there were hundreds of caves that extended for quite a few miles along the base of one of the highest mountains of this district. After reaching his hotel, Frank called the American Council and made reservations for a pack train to go into the mountains. Two days were spent in preparing, but on the third the train started. By night of the first day they were well into the moun- tains. After three days of marching they reached Cave City and made camp. The next day Frank started his search. The problem was where was the tomb, in the caves or in the side of the mountain? Finally, he decided to start exploring in the caves. The end of the caves was near the camp, and, starting at that end, he searched the caves one by one. The first cave was about twenty feet long, and the walls and ceiling were just rugged, jagged rocks. The second was the same, so was the third, and so on. At the end of the first day, he had explored fifty caves with no results. The next day was the same, as were the following. By the end of a week, they had covered four hun- dred caves, and not a trace of a tomb was found. The natives were becoming restless, and by the end of the next week, with yet no results, they were on the verge of a riot. Frank became uneasy and usually armed himself for any kind of a disturbance. At the beginning of the third week a storm broke out, and the lightning and the thunder so frightened the natives that Frank ordered them to find refuge in the caves. Rushing to one of the caves, he, too, sat down and waited for the storm to cease. Sud- denly a huge black form appeared in the entrance, and Frank, now sitting alert, saw an immense panther entering the cave seeking shelter. The animal had not yet scented the boy as noiselessly he crept into the corner. He had left his gun at the camp in his hurry to reach the caves and was now unarmed. Then the panther saw Frank in the corner. Frightened nigh unto death, Frank looked around for a weapon. He grabbed a square rock lying on the floor, and suddenly he saw the floor moving. Then he realized what it was. The rock was probably the catch of the spring that set a trapdoor in the floor free. He saw the panther approaching him, and with lightning movements he jumped down the opening. He closed the trap- door after him, leaving a crack that he might have air and freedom when he so desired. Taking his flashlight, he started to explore the place. He saw a short corridor, the end of which opened into a beautiful room. There a wonderful sight met his eyes, for at the other end of the room was the case of a mummy. The walls were decorated with ancient paintings and carvings. After examining the mummy, Frank discovered beyond a doubt that it was the mummy of King Woola-Woola. His search was ended for this was the tomb and the mummy for which he had been looking. Waiting quite a while, he started back to the trapdoor and peeked out to note the whereabouts of the panther. The storm had ceased, and the panther was nowhere around. Frank was soon on his homeward voyage, armed with the trophies of the tomb. In conversation with a fellow traveler interested in the story of his exploit, he said, I owe the discovery of that tomb to a panther. Bob Ready. Age Age is a panther Creeping through the dark, Unnoticed till calamity Finds the promised mark. Jane Anderson. 32 Mary Mine It was in the year 1875. Mary Wells stood on the Great Divide in Virginia City, Nevada. She looked down over the valley to the little road twenty or thirty miles away over which she had come but two months ago. Her mother and father and she had come to this mining city in a covered wagon with about fifty others. Back in their little Ohio town her father had heard of the gold discovery here, and they had started at once. They had found it hard to get a house or a place to stay because the town was filled to overflowing. At the time they arrived, there were twenty-five thousand people. Fortune did not seem to readily join the Wells ' family for Mary ' s father had not as yet discovered any gold. One day her mother decided to take her for a walk near some of the mines. They had started down the steep incline towards Gold Hill when suddenly her mother pulled her off the road as a fire engine came rushing down the hill, drawn by four men. They hurried after it, hoping to see the fire. The nearest they could get to it was on Rocky Point, so named because it was so rocky that no one had sought gold there. Mary sat down on a boulder and idly picked up a few stones, slipping them in her pocket as she watched the dying blaze. After the fire, her mother and she hastened home, the walk quite forgotten. The next day she was playing jackstones with her shining rocks, as she called them, when her father walked up. When he saw them, he yelled, Gold! Where did you get that gold? Why, Mary replied calmly, down at Rocky Point. But there ain ' t any gold down there. Are you sure? Sure, I ' m sure. You just go down and see. Mary had not seen her father for six or seven days when one morning he burst into the house with a shout, We ' re rich! We ' re rich! I got seven hundred dollars out of that there mine on Rocky Point first thing, and it still keeps coming. What are you going to name the mine, Papa? cried Mary. I think I ' ll name it ' Mary Mine ' after the little daughter who really found it. Oh, Papa, do you mean it? The money kept coming, and Mary Mine was soon known as the richest in Virginia City. Eleanor Jean Wood In the Wilderness A mournful cry rings through the night. Look, on the gloomy canyon walls A lone wolf, bathed in a silver light. Lifts his head to the moon and calls. A great joy throbs in his lonely heart, To race before the winds is life. In the drama of nature he plays his part, Untouched by our world of human strife. Far into the night echoes his eerie call, But moon and wolf both disappear When sunlight glints on the canyon wall, And the gold and rose of dawn are here. Jim Garoutte. 33 The Release For fifteen long years James Falcoyne, a strong healthy youth, had been kept im- prisoned in his father ' s dim castle. For fifteen years he had not seen the thrilling world beyond those great walls, although he at times looked from one small window, through which could be seen only the courtyard below. It was at about this time that James decided to make his escape. Although he had seen but a portion of the inside of the castle, he had noticed with great interest two things in particular. One was the sword that hung above the fireplace, with which the boy planned to make his escape. The other was a trapdoor in the dining room that he observed at one time. Dreams had come to this lad of playing with other youths of his age and having adventures with them, and now his dream was about to come true. He had also won- dered why his father had done such an unjust thing, but now James was capable of holding his own. One day, having been permitted to eat in the dining room, he once more observed the sword and on his return to his room, he seized it and fled up the stairs. Because he pretended to be ill, his father sent a page to his room. When the boy entered, James dealt him a terrific blow with the flat of his sword, which rendered him unconscious. Then making his way to the trapdoor, he entered and crawled upon hands and knees for a short distance, opened another trapdoor, and found himself in a beautifully decorated room. Falcoyne glanced quickly over the room. He opened the one door he saw and was forced to climb a few flights of steps. Every step that was taken made James ' heart beat harder. Upon reaching the top, he crawled once more on hands and knees until he came to another flight. As he put his foot out for the first step, it crumbled under his weight, and he was thrown feet first to the floor below. At that moment he heard voices and he recognized his father ' s in conversation with another. The man was talking. So, we at last have found thee, thou impostor. Where hast thou hidden young Fal- coyne, the rightful owner of this domain? For fifteen years thou hast kept him under lock and key in this castle, which is not rightfully thine. Thou are not Lord Myles Fal- coyne, but only a thief. By ' r Lady, where is he? James ' father gave no answer but only hung his head low. James, thinking it time to make his entrance, opened the door and came in. At sight of the youth the man smiled and said, Marry, art thou by chance still here to become legal owner of thy property? He then told him how his real father had died and how this man had not allowed him outside of his own castle. Rightful punishment came to the impostor who had kept James Falcoyne imprisoned in the castle. Now the youth became known as Lord James Falcoyne and was able to live as other lads of his time. Sidney Kubey. Waxwiogs Feeble sunshine, a gust of rain! Will winter ever go again? Like a buoyant, answering proof, A flock of waxwings skims our roof. Green-gold wings to catch our eye As they are swiftly flying by. Every motion seems to sing, Winter ' s gone, ' tis spring, ' tis spring! Nancy Oliver. 34 Healding? At 1 :45 the track field gates opened, and the crowd surged in. In the Ohio State locker room, amidst the cheers of their cohorts, the team was silent. Coach Hanley stepped in. Fellows, he began, you know we ' ve lost our fine team-mate, Healding, during the last week. Without him we don ' t stand a chance, but he ' d want us to carry on. Here his voice broke. He nodded, and the men filed out, grimfaced. A voice from the field box announced the start. One by one the men got up, went on the field to give their all. It wasn ' t enough. At the call for the hundred-yard dash, State stood five points behind her rival, Yale. Spaulding, the captain, clasped Hanley ' s hand. Their eyes spoke words of encouragement and understanding. As the gun cracked, Spauld- ing leaped ahead, flashing legs caught stride, and he left the bunch standing still. The crowd rose to watch this speeding blur. The white tape snapped on his arched chest. A cry broke from the timer. The time was nine seconds flat. Spaulding lay on the turf panting easily. Yes, the meet would be lost, but Ohio State had won a record trophy; rather Spauld- ing with his phenomenal speed had. He lay quiet until the call for the mile run. He changed his blue jersey for one at his side and trotted easily to the group at the line. The number on his back leaped at every eye, thirteen! Charley Healding ' s number, Heald- ing, the greatest miler in the nation. Bronson, Charley, Carlisle, Epworth, a pause came — Healding? Here, a voice said. The starter flinched. The runners lined up, the gun cracked! Hanley hurried out to stop him too late. Laps went by, and the runners came down the home stretch. Out in front by eight yards, a runner, No. 13, with burning throat and bursting lungs came on. His legs were like lead, but his sprint was even and spaced. A dozen hands caught him as he collapsed, the tape fluttering in the breeze. The announcer bawled out, Healding, thirteen, Ohio State, time — In the locker room the team clustered around Spaulding. His eyes beheld a blurred jersey with a gold 13 . Quietly he said, Charley asked me to before he — he — . I just did it, that ' s all. A freshie broke in, State 51, Yale 49! Ohio State had won the meet or Spauld- ing had — maybe — Healding, the spirit, champion miler of the nation. Paul Trometter. What Makes for Real Success? What makes a man a real success is not having wealth but having happiness and friends, as well as enjoying his work. The man with wealth at some time had to work and is still working to keep it. We mustn ' t get greedy for money but help others while earning a living. Some people are misled by the idea that all wealthy people are unhappy. This is not true. Many people are wealthy and are happy. If a man has character, he is usually a success. I would rather have other people like me and have friends than be greedy about wealth. We should all remember that money isn ' t the only thing in life. Dexter Guio. 35 Gnome or Janitor Nature certainly made a mistake when it placed little Richard Braunschweig on top of the earth, instead of underground with the gnomes. He was short and round, only four feet high to be exact, and had a little, pointed beard. Employed as a night watch- man in a knitting mill, he was very faithful and efficient except for one thing. This, the mechanics complained, was that he pulled out the light cords when he jumped to reach them. Each night he made his rounds of the building, checking in on every floor at the A. T. D. boxes. When he did this, it registered at a downtown office of the company. If he failed to ring in every hour, someone was sent out to investigate. Late one night as he was making his rounds, he heard a truck drive up and stop at the back loading entrance. Completing his trip, the little German went to the rear alley to find a strange truck parked with the lights extinguished and partially obscured by the damp, San Francisco fog. This was unusual, and he stepped forward to investigate. A dim figure rose out of the shadows behind him, and, leveling his gun at Richard, took his keys and bound his hands. Helpless to resist, he was forced to watch the men carry bales of materials, wools, and garments out of the storeroom and swiftly load them into the truck. His guard was evidently familiar with the A. T. D. and, at the end of an hour, he forced Braunschweig to make his usual rounds, watching so no tricks could be played on his accomplices. However, he didn ' t know all the points of the system, so Richard took care to ring in on all the boxes, this including the one on the east wall of the second floor, identical with the others, which he usually omitted. As a result of this, a police patrol car was setting out at th at moment for the mill. The two men returned to the truck, when suddenly the night ' s damp stillness was broken by a shrill siren and headlights swung into the alley, piercing the fog and bring- ing the furtive tableau into sharp relief. Stunned with surprise, the thieves made a half-hearted but unsuccessful attempt at escape. The little German, bobbing up and down with excitement and relief, showed the patrolmen the storeroom from which the goods had been taken, explaining the circumstances. At the officers ' request for light, Braunschweig jumped for the light, only to land with a thump, the cord in his hand! Donner und Blitzen, he cried angrily, I haf done it again! The officers laughingly had to do their investigating by the light of their flashlights. Kathryn Rushforth. A Little Cloud There was a loving little cloud Played nursemaid to the sun. She washed his face with loving care. For this to her was fun. So when, my child, you see the sun With face all shined up bright, You ' ll know that it was a little cloud Who washed his face last night. Betty Ann Udall. 36 What Price Victory? The sun rose upon a great scene of excitement and bustle. It was the biggest day of the year for all true Grecians. It was the opening day of the Olympic Games. Spar- tans, Romans, Athenians, all greatly excited, flocked to the massive gates of the Coliseum to view the start of what was said to be one of the greatest events of the day, the Marathon Race. The race was to begin at the Coliseum and stretch along the road to Sparta and gradually wind back to Athens. A long run, it is true, but these lads were to become later important messengers for Greece so they must have a test in endurance and speed. Several homes were much upset as slaves ran confusedly around preparing their young masters for the great event. Philius, who was sometimes called the young Mercury be- cause of his fleet, almost winged feet, was in a great stage of trepidation. He was to run for the first time in the big race. Only three days ago had he become sufficiently old to qualify. His dream for as far back as he could remember had been to have the much- coveted laurel placed upon his curly, short-cropped head and to receive the Governor ' s and highest tribune ' s embrace while hearing a long oration in his praise. As he descended the hill upon which his home was situated, he silently breathed a prayer to all the gods on Olympus that he might win. He pulled his long toga tighter about him as he neared the crowd and, having kissed his mother and rceived his father ' s resounding slap on the back, he pushed his way through the throng to where the an- nouncer stood. He gave his name and number to the enlister, took off his encumbering outer toga, and placed on his running sandals. Crouching at the starting line, he silently scrutinized his opponents. Some he knew, others were from other parts of Greece, and a few were those cursed Romans. Among the latter was his dreaded rival, Secundus, second son of the vulgar Roman smithy. It was not the boy himself whom Philius hated, but what he stood for, the cheap untalented Romans, whose greedy paws were trying to destroy all the grace and charm of Greece. All these bitter thoughts were forgotten as the trumpet sounded, and, bounding forward, he started down the road at an easy lope. Soon the crowd and city were left behind, and the boys settled into a swift trot. The stragglers, panting heavily, dropped out after an hour or so of running, and it was clear that the race was between Philius, Secundus, and another Roman lad, Marcus. Philius was just coming out of a wooded stretch when he heard a surprised exclamation, a heavy thud, and a groan. Wheeling around, he saw Marcus lying writhing upon the ground holding his right foot with a bloody hand. Secundus, coming up just then, cast an indifferent look at his countryman and ran on, but Philius stopped, picked up the partly unconscious boy, and started back towards Sparta. Several times he stopped and bathed the Roman ' s hand and broken foot. Once Marcus recovered enough to explain that he had tripped and, in falling, his hand had landed on the point of his short sword. It was a long dusty march, and often Philius wanted to lie down and rest, but the Roman was feverish and might contract some deadly sick- ness if he remained upon the damp ground. Late at night, he limped into Athens. The crowd was gone, and the glories won by another. Philius was just another runner, but deep down inside his own heart he felt something more than triumph, something more than victory. He felt the voice of the real God, and he was happy. Peggy Hurt. Ballast There ' s a tramping, tramping, tramping As we tread along life ' s miles. The way will be much smoother If we fill our lives with smiles. Ann Stevenson. 37 Forest Family The silver moon on that midsummer night danced with the shadows more gaily than ever before. The merry ripples on the pond played little tunes as they were swirled and swished by the breath of the warm night breeze. There was a feeling of mystery in the sly waving of the willows. One could scarcely hear above the chirps and trills of a nearby cricket the approach of the old mother raccoon as she padded along, followed by the two chubby bunches of feathery fur that were her cubs. Treading daintily among the leaves and mosses, she waddled down to the shore and proceeded to settle down to wait the coming of her dinner. The cubs, impressed by her low growl, crouched by her side and imagined themselves as large and strong as their mother or that battle-scarred veteran, their loving daddy. The old coon stiffened as a swirl announced the coming of her meal. A lightning dab of that steel-clawed paw flopped a plump, flapping mullet to the sands. Then the mother dipped and plunged her limp, silver-flecked dinner into the water and fed full while the cubs played and gamboled upon the sands. The moon, well on her nightly journey, smiled down on the happy scene, and the pond seemed to lull its music as the old father joined them to make complete the Forest Family. George Montier. Caesar, My Hound I have the honor to possess a remarkably humorous, or, perhaps, dumb American fox- hound. Experience has taught me that it is stupidity which accounts for such things. I noticed that Caesar, when I was crossing the mad torrent of Kelsey Creek, which runs leisurely through our ranch in Lake County, was attempting to cross also. He barked at the water as if demanding it to get warmer that he might cross in comfort. The next time I looked in his direction, he was wading in up to his hips and snarling curses at the innocent stream. It so happened that he slipped on a moss-covered rock and submerged. He then declared war. With more noise than harm, he attacked his liquid enemy. In the meantime I was holding my sides to keep from bursting with laughter. Caesar was now gliding down the creek, barking, biting, and struggling with the water. He didn ' t realize what struck him when he hit the rapids and rolled head over heels down and across a three-foot waterfall into a deep, shadowy swimming-hole. He had evidently thought it wise to declare an armistice with the chilly liquid of the creek, for he seemed no longer eager to press the battle. Coughing and choking, the half- grown puppy pulled himself out and meekly walked away, never to molest the water again. Dave Cox. Ofttimes upon a wintry day One hears the wind go, Oo-oo-oo. As I pass by, it seems to say, I ' ll walk along with yo-oo-oo. Betty Kinsey. 38 Sunshine Cruise Sunshine Cruise caught the eye of Roger Wilson, who was walking along in the cold, dark mist and rain, trying to protect himself from it by an old, ill-fitting rain- coat. He stopped and stared at it for a long time. What that would mean to him, he who had been out of work for weeks with no hope of getting anything! Weeks on a boat, warm sun beating down on him, no worry where he would next eat, and, best of all, he would regain his confidence and health so, when he returned home, he would have a better chance to get a job. A sudden gust of cold wind blew these visions out of his mind, and shivering he went slowly up the street. He tripped suddenly over a wallet and, darting back into the shelter of a newsstand, he opened it. A large stack of green bills greeted his eyes. Enough here to take him on that ship bound for the realms of sunshine! He looked feverishly for a mark of identification. On the top flap he found a telephone number. Hastening to the nearest booth, he called the number, but repeated rings brought no response. Slowly walking to his meager apartment, he asked himself whether to return it or keep it, for anyone would be wealthy carrying such sums of money, and it would pro- vide him with so much that he really needed. That night he tossed and pitched on a troubled pillow under which lay hidden the wallet. In the morning, with his last few cents, he called again. This time the efforts were rewarded, and, following directions, he soon found himself in the presence of an awe-inspiring lady, who thanked him, as one would expect, and asked Roger about himself. He told her truthfully, and, as he left, she gently replaced the wallet in his hands, saying that many a lad with a need as great as his would not have found her. He could keep it now as all his very own and spend it how he pleased. As he left the kindly door, it seemed the glow of a sunshine cruise had just flooded his heart with joy. Louise Warwick. The Charm of the Orient A brass-trimmed chest with butterfly hinges And inside it — Korea. Quaint hats and colorful kimonos, A fan, tortoiseshell comb, a string of pearls, A bit of golden lacquer like a frozen, sunset cloud — Japan. Kingfisher feathers, brilliant as jewels, Lacquer-like rubies, jade and coral. Mandarin chains, embroideries, Silks that roll in a ball and come out uncrushed — Shanghai. Clear-cut pictures of twisted streets, scented shops, The moon arising over strange hills, Temples of incense and old gods, Friendly slanting eyes that smile at you — The Charm of the Orient. Elinor Crocker. 39 Jimmy ' s Reward On the morning of the day before Jimmy Smith was to enroll for his eighth year of school work, his father said to him, Jimmy, for seven years your mother and I have watched your progress in school with a great deal of interest. During that time your work has been, in general, satisfactory, but we believe you are capable of doing still better. Because of the importance of the eighth year subjects and to show you how much we want you to make a good record, your mother and I have a proposition to make to you. If during the year, you do not receive more than 6 B ' s on your report card, you are to have as a reward an airplane trip to visit your cousin Bill in San Fran- cisco. What do you say? Jimmy was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered his wits and shouted, That ' s a go, Mother and Dad, and just watch the A ' s roll in. The thought of a four-hundred mile ride in a modern sky-liner was all the incentive Jimmy needed. He studied as he had never before, and each month he breathlessly awaited his report card. Needless to say, Jimmy ' s card had less than 6 B ' s at the end of the year, and to say he was happy is putting it mildly. Finally the day for his ride came. His father had called the day before and received a seat on the 9:3 0 northbound plane. His mother packed a suitcase with his clothes, taking care that it did not exceed the 3 5 -pound weight limit, allowed for each passenger ' s baggage. Due to Jimmy ' s impatience they arrived at the airport about half an hour before the time for the plane to depart. After what seemed like h ours, an attendant shouted, All aboard the San Francisco plane! and out they went to the runway. There stood his plane, its two motors coughing and barking and the low wings gleaming in the morning sun. He saw his suitcase being loaded into the baggage compartment in the nose of the ship, and then he climbed up the little block of steps into the plane. Jimmy was met by a pleasant stewardess who said to him, Why don ' t you take this rear seat so you can have a full view? He immediately sat down in the seat sug- gested, his heart beating wildly in anticipation. Nine other passengers filed in and chose their seats, after which the door was closed, safety belts fastened, and the steps wheeled away. In a moment there was a deafening roar and the plane moved slowly forward. After taxiing to the end of the field, the pilot turned the plane into the wind and with a roar they were off. Within a short time they were off the ground and Jimmy noticed that buildings rapidly became smaller as the plane gained altitude. It was like a dream, and Jimmy ' s enthusiasm knew no bounds. Over mountains, streams, and towns they passed, with the fields below appearing like parts of a checkerboard. At one time they went through what seemed to be a mist, and the stewardess explained that they were going through a cloud at an altitude of 7,000 feet. After two hours of breathless thrills, Jimmy sensed that the speed of the motors slackened, and he was aware that they were descending. In the distance he could see the framework of the Golden Gate Bridge, and he knew his trip was about over. In a short time a bump was felt, and the plane skimmed along the ground to a stop. Jim my ' s cousin was there at the airport to greet him and Jimmy said, Boy, I hop? Mother and Dad make that offer again. Was that ride a thriller? Just ask me! Dick Barger. The Quail Call Come right home, come right home, Is the call of the quail all day long. He calls from the bushes, He calls from the tree, He calls to his young ones Where ' er they may be. Bruce Baker. 40 The Idol ' s Secret Ho Cheu Ming was an old man of ninety years. His face was lined with wrinkles, and his voice was faint, yet he lived, much to the surprise of his relations. It seemed as if he would never die. Strange to say, he wanted to die, and he waited for death crying, Oh, for many years have I lived, far too many years. I have gone away from my dear home, my wife no longer is living, and my sons are changed. There is naught left in life for me. Come most merciful death, and end me! His relatives fed and clothed him, and his pride was hurt thereat. He wished to make his own money, but the heavy load of years would not permit. Every morning he went to the temple and knelt in prayer, then went his way and distributed to the poor for he wished for the Life Hereafter. His relatives grew peevish for that he was spending their money in alms. One morning, when, as was his wont, he knelt before the family altar with the priest upon it, and wailed for death, the idol spoke and said, Look within me. You shall see that which will make you happy and independent. Cleverly was the idol devised, but it readily yielded to the trembling fingers of the devout old man. There in its innermost recesses lay hidden enough gold to render alms and bring service and rest for his remaining days. So he lived in a tea garden until his ancestors should call him to their spirit world. Marian Parry. Summer The sun was a sphere of burning gold For the day was fresh and new, And never the dew had seemed so bright, Nor the sky had seemed so blue. The sun shone high above the sky, The grass turned brown on the hill. The hot air danced and quivered and spun, And the trees were sad and still. The sun, like a flask of melted gold, Poured into the waiting sea, And the many shadows grew dense and long As they clung to every tree. The sky was smothered by millions of stars, And every stream was bright With the wondrous glow thrown over the world, Welcoming in the night. Paula Joy. 41 Joe Reforms The winnah! cried the referee, the new heavyweight champion of the world, Joe Donovan! Joe went back to his dressing room supremely happy. Joe was only an average fighter, but his manager, Al Payne, skilled in foul play, had taught him to fight in a way scorned by clean fighters. Joe had a reputation in the sporting world for being about the craftiest foe in the ring. Some of Joe ' s friends had bet quite generously on him, and, as he had won for them, as a token of thanks, they gave him a shepherd pup. Joe grew to love the dog, and it followed him wherever he went. It was constantly with him when he trained. In fact the pair were inseparable. Kid McMann, the former heavyweight champion of the world, protested his defeat so vigorously that he was granted a return match with Joe. One day Joe ' s dog, which he had named Shep, got into a fight. Shep, after a long and hard battle, finally succeeded in overpowering his foe. Shep ' s enemy lay on the ground, helpless. Tear into him, shouted Joe. Tear him up, Shep! Shep stood looking at his vanquished rival, but would not fight while his enemy was down. Joe was inspired by seeing his dog fight so fairly, and got a notion that Shep might learn of his foul tactics. Joe decided that in the future he would fight squarely. He trained harder for the next battle than he had ever trained before. The day before the contest Joe walked out on his sparring lot just in time to see Al Payne finish shoveling dirt in a hole. What ' cha doin ' ? asked Joe. Oh nuthin ' , said his manager. Al finally told him that he had buried Shep. The dog had eaten some food con- taining arsenic. He also said that Kid McMann had bought some arsenic the day before. Joe went into the fight with one thought in his mind, to batter McMann all over the ring, but to fight fairly. At the end of the fourth round, Kid McMann lay on the canvas unconscious. Joe heard a joyful bark and Shep leaped into the ring, covering his master with kisses. Al wore a very guilty look as Joe walked to his dressing room contentedly with Shep at his heels. Dan Naughton. The Redwoods The redwood trees that are so high ' Twixt river and stream and ocean lie. The reason for their mighty height Is ever reaching toward the light. These redwood trees the squirrels infest To hide their nuts and make their nest. Way up there among the boughs They run and j ump and hold their rows. The blue jays think it is their right To sit and scold and scream and fight Because the people take their trees Without as much as saying, Please. Earl Jones. 42 A Prank of Fate Mike O ' Brien swung his nightstick thoughtfully to and fro. The buttons on his uniform gleamed like tiny mirrors, reflecting the gleam in the evil eyes of Cuthbert Wayne, known throughout the underworld as The Vulture, who stood motionless as the officer passed. As the footsteps of the law became fainter, the sound of approaching feet caused the sinister figure to become tense, expectant. Presently the evil eyes looked upon a tall youth, Peter Huddleston, as he passed. Got the time? asked The Vulture, with a smirk. The boy glanced at his watch, but, before he could reply, he was gagged, his hands were tied, and he was thrust into a waiting limousine. When Peter awoke, he was in a tiny room with only one window. Its furnishings consisted of a hard bed and a peach crate, which formed an improvised table. A long pipe ran across the room. The sound of voices came through the door. By listening care- fully, Peter learned that he was in an apartment hotel in the Mission District, on the fifth floor. Suddenly the door was flung open, and the boy was dragged into a larger room where several men were sprawled over chairs and tables in a very disorderly manner. Cuthbert Wayne arose and addressed Peter. See that paper over there, kid? Make it snappy and write yer folks a note asking for fifty grand to release you. Peter seated himself at the table but wrote nothing. After a few moments one of the burly group said dryly, Come on, we ain ' t got all d ay. Yeah, snapped The Vulture, write it quick. Peter flatly refused. He sure looks determined. I guess he needs a little persuasion, remarked a frowzy individual with a meaning glance at a candle nearby. Hear that? grimaced The Vulture. I ' ll give you two hours to make up your mind. It isn ' t pleasant to have your feet burned with a candle. The boy was thrust unceremoniously back into the tiny room. Two hours later The Vulture threw open the door. The room was empty. A rope which extended through the window was knotted around the pipe. Boys, said Cuthbert Wayne, facing his comrades, a long time ago I had a little brother. I ran away from the orphanage, and I lost track of him — until today. That kid had a locket of my mother ' s around his neck. I put the rope in here. All right, boys. I know it ' s a dirty trick, and I ' ll pay for it. There was utter silence for a moment and then a gruff voice spoke. Vulture, even guys like me appreciate courage and know a brave man when they see one. I ' m looking at one right now. Jean Erickson. Innocent Abner Well bus ' mah bes ' britches, drawled the hillbilly from Arkansas as he gazed at the crowds on Broadway, this yere place is shore infested with folks. A car sped past Abner and drew up at the bank. A man with a gun stepped out and went into the bank. In a few minutes Abner heard two shots, and, when he looked in the window, he saw the burglar pick up a sack and run for the door. Reckon he ' s up to somethin ' no good, said Abner out loud. Ah will proceed to stop him immediate like, and he rushed into the bank. When the robber saw Abner coming, he shot at him, but Abner ducked. In the fight that followed Abner succeeded in subduing the man. The bank clerks that had been standing in silence broke out in a loud cheer for the innocent hillbilly, but they little knew that Abner, alias Mac Jones, was a famous G. Man. It was much to their surprise that Mac snapped some handcuffs on the man and marched him off to jail. Rolland Fay. 43 Charging Antlers Wake up, Jim! We have a big day ahead of us, called a rugged, elderly man from the flap of the tent. Jim stretched, yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep. Bar- ney, as the old African hunter was called, came back in the tent with a pan of water in his hand. Some seconds later a tall, lean, handsome youth, looking more like a drowned rat than a respectable human ran shivering to a cot where his clothes were carelessly slung. In an hour ' s time all was ready. The hunt was to begin for antelope! Jim, with his native guide, separated from the more experienced hunter, Barney. This country was new to Jim, who had been here but a few weeks. The very monotony of the thickly clustered trees that seemed to be the prevalent vegetation was an interest to Jim. They tramped for several hours without seeing anything more than a few tracks in hardened mud. Coming to an open clearing, which was not very wide or long, the two mounted an ant hill and looked over the surrounding country. The Dambo, as the fields were called, was at a distance filled with antelopes. Jim took his gun, aimed as carefully as he could, and fired. The shots rang out in the forest, and a few minutes later the whole herd was charging straight at him and his guide. Having used all the bullets, he could do nothing but sit, he was so paralyzed with fear. When the herd saw the two men, it was impossible to tell which were the more frightened the men or an- telopes. As suddenly as they started, they swerved to the left, streaking to the woods, and vanished from view. The cause of this attack was probably due to the fact that the bullets lit just beyond them, and, thinking they came from the other side, they rushed straight toward the two men. Jim, as soon as he recovered, left immediately for the camp with his guide close behind him. When he arrived, to his surprise, he could see nothing of his guide. Barney had not yet returned. Throwing himself on the cot, he was soon asleep. Boss, Boss, called the guide, look, look! Jim roused himself and came out to see what the guide wanted. To his surprise he found a beautiful, large antelope before him quite dead. The native explained in broken English that he had found it near the edge of the Dambo. Just then Barney came in. Jim thoughtfully wondered what to say and mused to himself, Well, I might as well begin now to make a real honest-to- goodness fish story. Helen Barker. The Little Pirate Oh, I ' m a pirate bold and bad! I sail the seven seas, I capture ships and chests of gold, And do just as I please. Oh, I ' m the robber of the seas! I sail the waters blue, I make the sailors walk the plank, And kill the captain, too. Oh, I ' m the fiercest bandit man In boots and sash of red, But, just when I am having fun, I ' m hurried off to bed! Frances Lockwood. 44 to ii 111 111 v ■•— Hear li € r Ocean? Whoopee! It ' s summer time. That ' s the way we feel once every year. We are headed for the ocean. Even though there are no serving stations or pleasant food counters, we are enjoying ourselves. It ' s like a picnic; in fact, it is a picnic. We get up early in the morning to prepare lunch instead of buying it along the roadside. At night we stop at a friend ' s house because the few hotels are either dirty or expensive. Finally we arrive at Sorai Beach, our destination. Then an argument starts as to how soon we may go in swim- ming. Of course I always say, Immediately, but we have to wait as usual. As soon as we get in the water, Mother says, It ' s almost time to come out, now. We mustn ' t stay in the water too long the first time, you know. Then, the next day, after our cottage has been cleaned up, the fun begins. We go in swimming three or four times a day. Every now and then we get out my tent and hike up the beach for overnight. We have picnics on the beach, we go sailing, and motoring. This is Sorai Beach life in Korea. Another year has passed. This summer is different. A summer like this comes only twice in every eight years. We are going to America on furlough. These are the questions asked: When and where are we going to go aboard the ship? By what route shall we go? At what places shall we stop? As the time to leave draws nearer, month by month, week by week, we grow excited about it. Why? Not because it ' s more fun than Sorai Beach life, but because it ' s different. Finally the time arrives, and, after much packing, we go aboard the train and are off. Several days later we go aboard the boat, and the ship leaves. After a week of sailing, we don ' t know what to do. We ' re tired of quoits, and we ' re tired of shuffleboard. What shall we do? Swim? Most boats have a swimming tank but not this one, worse luck. The ship ' s small library was not of the kind that I liked. This is traveling summer. Fun? Oh yes, but when it gets down to the bottom, no — not so much. Jack Adams. An Indian Powwow The Indians had come from Northern California to Clear Lake for the powwow. It was nearing dark, and the dance would soon be starting. I had never seen a real Indian or a powwow and I was very much excited. The men and women started to gather together. In the middle of the circle which they formed, logs had been placed, and they were now beginning to burn. The women made up most of the circle. They wore large, full skirts of very plain, dark colors. The blouses had most of the coloring, such as red, dark blue, and green. A few beads were also worn. The women held large handkerchiefs in their hands and swayed back and forth to the beat of the tom-tom. Two men who were dressed as witch doctors or gods circled the fire as they danced. Their costumes were quite different from those worn by the other men. They wore narrow trousers made of skins. The other men looked very warlike with paint, beads, and feathers. For three days the Indians stayed at Clear Lake performing their ceremonial dance. In the afternoon of the first day, crude straw huts had been made in which to dress and sleep. The small children were sleeping in them now, because the dance continued late into the night, too l ate for them to watch. We finally started back to our tents. As I passed one of the huts, I saw an Indian papoose who had evidently been disturbed by the noise because there were his shiny black eyes looking up at me. This experience was one that I shall never forget. Jean Schneider. 45 VLL SCC RACK? Notice on board in 212: Bob Bright — courting. Aha, who is she. Bob? Bob Ready (to Ted Bruce) : Keep moving! Ted Bruce: Yeah, if you did, you might get rid of that spare you ' ve got. Chester Turner: What do you read from my palm? Fortune Teller: You are on bad terms with soap. Teacher: Duane, what happened after Cronus swallowed Jupiter ' s brothers and sisters and a stone in place of Jupiter? Duane Beeson: Stomach trouble. Muriel Porter: No, I haven ' t 3 0 cents. I ate a quarter for lunch. Betty Henderson (translating Latin) : This horse is more like me than that one. Arch Sparrowe: Have you the time? Rollond Fay: No, but I have the ' Literary Digest ' . Eileen Kenyon (eating lunch) : I ' ll have to hurry. I have to take a test in Germany sixth period. Eugene Kauffman: What are you thinking of? Robert Douthitt: Thanks for the compliment. Fred Beretta: Keith, what ' s a metaphor? Would you use it in a sentence? Keith Davis (wisely) : Haven ' t we metaphor? Lieutenant Bob Ready (after Prentice Wharff fell down a flight of stairs) : Use the stairs, please. ' Douglas Sinclair: Robert, what are you going to be on Spring Day? Robert Brown: A friar. Douglas Sinclair: You chicken! Alice Carrell: Gee, I wonder how I can get fat? Jean Erickson: Jump out the window, and you ' ll come down ' plump ' ! Teacher in the H9 Latin Class had just finished translating the story of Ulysses and the Lotus- Eaters . What are lotus-eaters? Elisabeth Trumpler (excitedly): I know, grasshoppers! 46 Gordon Veaco (translating in French) : The man let the rope down in the hole and pulled the hole out. ' Virginia Thompson: If I were you, I ' d have more sense. Patsy Linde: Of course you would. Annoucer (at the band concert in San Francisco) : And the third selection by the Willard Band will be ' Safari ' . Band Leader (turning to band): ' Safari ' so good! Stanley King (sarcastically) : Does your mother know you ' re out? Johnie Pearson: Yes, she gave me ten cents to buy a donkey. Are you for sale? Gilbert Cross, the little page, Spring Day sat upon the stage. He held the train of our Queen of May, Nibbling peanuts throughout the play. Little Pete Farmer, feeling gay, Wore much red the first of May. His tarn, his hair, his nails so bright, Oh, my goodness, what a sight! Teacher (to H9 Class singing The Lost Chord ): When you get to ' heav ' n ' , stop. Teacher (to Donald Vance on late arrival at history) : Why are you late? Donald Vance: I was forcibly obtained (detained) by an officer of the law. Park Biehl ' s Latin test: The Helvetians crossed the Rhine by means of Fords. Teacher (sternly): Who opened that window? Gerald Whipple (in a small, meek voice): I did. Teacher: Thank you. THE LITTLE BUTTON I found a little button, I thought it was a dime, And, much to my amazement, It solved a great big crime. For on that little button There was a fingerprint, A print I ' m sure that you all know, The one of Black-Eyed Lint. Now he sits in prison. He wears a striped sweater, And I ' m sure that he is sorry And wishes he ' d been better. is Ray Kruschke. 4? Reflected Melodv I Believe in Miracles — Pat Stripp. I Feel a Song Comin ' On — Don Vance. I ' ll Be Here a Long, Long Time — Pudge Eldridge. Smilin ' Through — Gerald Whipple. Bouncin ' in Rhythm — Sachie Takahashi. I ' d Like to Dunk You in My Coffee — Hugh Rieger. I Feel Like a Feather in the Breeze — Philip Johnson. Let ' s All Sing Like the Birdies Sing — Tweedt, Tweedt! Anything Goes — Howard Howe. I ' m Drifting Back to Dreamland — Virginia Wahlstrom. Beauty Most Beloved — Patty Hardy. Good Publicity Look for the big red letters — On Report Cards. When it rains it pours — Homework. A musical instrument of quality — Timmy Smith. Condensed to give extra value — Elizabeth Marshall. The hands you love to touch- — The clock ' s. The pause that refreshes — Between classes. The best friend a washer ever had — Glen Lux. They stay brighter longer — Scholarship Club. It ' s dated — Ancient History. How to make them say, Moore — Carolyn. The world ' s finest cheeses — Richard Randall and Dan Naughton. New Editions Prince Fairy Foot — John Stroud. Merrylips — Paul Dent. Little Bear and His Doings — Bob Bruen. Gay-Neck — Pudge Eldridge. Hunger Fighters — Philip Johnson and Hugh Rieger. Old Curiosity Shop — Lost and Found. Here-to-Yonder Girl — Elinor Crocker. Jim the Conqueror — Jim Arbios. Morgan the Magnificent — Arthur. Romantic Rebel — Charles Gray. A Bowlful of Stars — Drama Club. A frolicking, rollicking pup With a smile as wide as a cup, Chews slippers with ease As he wiggles with fleas, But his smile is contagious, that pup ' s. Joy Joy you can not do without. It scares away the frown and pout. Your troubles and your cares made light, It makes your day seem happy and bright. Mortimer Smith. 48