Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1937 volume:

GYM AND SPORTS ' EDITION OUR GYM Our gym has just been completed, And ' s open for work and play. Honesty and true sportsmanship Are displayed there every day. When It ' s wet and the outside dreary, Our gym offers welcome to you. There ' s the team you ' ve been longing to play In All ready and waiting too. Let ' s give three cheers for our Willard Gym, The place where friends loyal and true. Spend happy hours together In the games and work they do. Helen Grant. AIM This Target Is for sports For brawn as well as brain. Even though you lose. You never fall to gain. When playing with the team. Each man must do his part. Thus for the game of life He makes a fitfing starf. Margaref Jory. TO SPORT The wealfh of healfh and happiness That we possess today. The courage and the will to win, To lose and yet be gay. The friends we ' ve made, the lessons learned In loyalty and trust. The courage gained, whate ' er the odds. To rise up from the dust. The many things that help to make Our years complete and long We owe to sport, our work that ' s play, Which makes our life a song. Beffy Kinsey. GREETINGS TO THE PUPILS OF WILLARD LCOMETO WILLARD. MR. HAYES The close of a school year is el ays a time of evaluations. I hope that the year just closing marks for each of you the ability to think more clearly, a better understanding of the fair play which un- derlies all good citizenship, and a stronger determination to strive for that best which is yours. For the years to come, wherever you may be, I covet for you an understanding of the rights of others, a willingness to serve, and an all-impelling desire to be satisfied only with your best. C. K. HAYES, Principal. V elcome, welcome, Mr. Hayes, To our happy throng. At Willard where good spirit reigns Is right where you belong. We like to hear you talk and joke And see your jolly smile. You give advice we wish to take: It is so worth our while. So here ' s to you, our Mr. Hayes, May life be long and kind. We ' d have to go a tedious way A better man to find. John Roberts. IN MEMORIAM Willard has again lost by death one of her esteemed teachers, Mr. W. E. Beardsley. Mr. Beardsley was a man of arfistic temperament and scholarly attainments. He loved the best in art, in music, and in literature. As a musician, Mr. Beardsley ' s voice v as sweet in song and his ear acute to the tones of the different instruments he played so well. To the few, Mr. Beardsley ' s keen humor was well known, and it was an added charm to his personality. His long association with Willard will cause him to be missed by many. WILLARD P. T. A. As we begin another year in Parent-Teacher work, we are look ing forward to a year full of pleasant activities and associations, always keeping in mind the welfare of boys and girls of Willard and not forgetting youth everywhere. Already our program chairman, Mrs. James Smith, has planned several interesting meetings for the remainder of the school year, building her programs around the boys and girls of the school. We wish to thank them, their teachers, leaders, and Mr. Hayes for their wonderful cooperation. We hope to present all the activities of the school during the coming year in order to encourage the boys and girls in their worth-while programs, and to interpret to the parents what their children are accomplishing in character development. The Student Aid Work will be continued under the fine and wise supervision of our beloved Mrs. Colmore. We are also fortunate to have Mr. Baxter on our Executive Board this year. Mrs. Abbott will continue her sewing class, and we hope more girls will take advantage of this wonderful opportunity of such capable assistance in making their own clothes. A most interesting parent-education course, a mother-daughter class, is being con- ducted by Dr. Edith Bryan. This course is planned to bring about a better understanding of fhe girls ' viewpoint by the mothers, and the mothers ' viewpoint by the daughters. A good attendance is reported and much interest is shown in the class by both mothers and daughters. An adult class in adolescence will be organized by Dr. Bryan in the fall. Spring Day has come and gone again, leaving memories of an enjoyable event and interesting costumes, as well as a financial success. We thank all for their support. May we of the Executive Board wish you, parents and students, a most enjoyable and health-giving vacation and may you return v lth renewed vigor and enthusiasm for the new year. Mrs. Marshall Sayles, President. WILLARD DADS ' CLUB My second year in Dads ' Club leadership was a joy instead of a dufy because of the spirited cooperation from the principal, the teachers, and the students of Willard. It was also made happier by the association with Vice-President Donald Campbell, Secretary Al Blackwell, and Treasurer F. A. Buckingham. At the opening of the new gym, there was a splendid attendance of Dads. Willard ' s basketball team successfully took on the Berkeley Y I 20 ' s. Mrs. Edna Kellogg directed the Glee Club in a series of rousing, inspirational songs. Lester Ready gave interesting and instructive reports on committee progress. And I should like to thank the Dads for their committee work on the Gymnasium, the Auditorium, and the Playground. The Nominating Committee reported at the Dads ' Daughters and Sons ' Dinner on May 27th. May I wish the new officers the best of success, and fhat will mean the continued cooperation of all of you at Willard. � 3 « Fred S. Strlpp, President. DAN ALDEN FRANCIS ALLEN NORMAN ALLEN MAXINE AMESBURY HOWARD ANDERSON RAYMOND ANDERSON GORDON ANDREWS BARBARA ANDRUSS RICHARD ANGELL ALICE ARNOLD JULIANNE ARPIN DICK BARGER WAYNE BATES BARBARA BAXTER BARBARA BEEDLE FRED BERETTA TYBEL BERNSTEIN DOROTHY BETAQUE MARIAN LEE BIRCH RUTH BLACK LEONARD BLACKFORD ORVA BLAINE GEORGE BLEVINS PHYLLIS BLISS ELEANOR BOND ANDREE BONNO BARBARA BRIGHTFIELD BETTY BROWN TED BRUCE BOB BRUEN BEVERLY BRUNING ALLEN BUCKINGHAM MARGARET BUCKLEY BLISS BURCHELL JAMES BURNETT ROY BURNETT BOBBIE BURNS DORIS CALLAWAY UMBERTO CELESTRE JANE CHAMBERLIN BILLY CHAPMAN BETTY COLE JEANNETTE CONNICK DAVE COX BARBARA DEAN DOROTHY DODGE BOBBY DOOLITTLE ALICEDAY DOWNING TOM DOWNING ANNABELLE DUTHIE SHERIDAN EDWARDS JANE ENGLEHORN BARBARA ERICKSON JACK ERRO BARBARA FAGAN CLARENCE FELT HELEN FIELDBRAVE LOIS FISHER CECILIA FOWLER VIRGINIA FRATZKE HAROLD GALLIETT BRUCE GILLESPIE ED GILMAN TOM GILSENAN JEAN GORDON MARILYN GORDON BILL GRACEY BILL GRANGE HELEN GRANT ANNABEL GRAY RUTH GROVE JOY GUENTHNER JAMES HAHN JOYCE HALL GRACE HALSTEAD HOOD HARRIS BILL HARRISON ANTOINETTE HAYES BEVERLY HAYNES PATSY HE AS LETT DONALD HELLIER DOROTHY HENSLEY KARL HONSINGER VALERIA HOVEY GLORIA HOWARD JAMES HOXIE CHARLES HOYT PEGGY HURT BETTY JENSEN MARION JEWELL FRED JOHNSON HOWARD JOHNSON JACK JOHNSON BARBARA JONES BOB JONES EARL JONES MARGARET JORY BETTY KARSTEN FRANCES KELSEY BOB KENNEY HILDA KETTLE JULIETTE KING BETTY KINSEY MARGARET KNIBBE MARGIE KNIBBE EDDIE KNUDSEN JOHN KONDEFF SIDNEY KUBEY SHIGERU KUBOTA PATRICIA LANDREGAN ELLEN LANGLEY DELBERT LAUDEL MARY KATHRYN LEE GEORGE LINNELL ANNA LEA LLOYD BILL LOWE NORMA LOWRY BETTY LUNDHOLM JEAN MALLORY DOMONIC MARCELLINO LEON MARSH EDWARD McCREARY JACK McCullough BILL McDonald JACK McELHENEY VIVIAN MEGERIAN STANLEY MERRELL MARYLEE MILLER bud minor RICHARD MONSON MERILYN MORSHEAD MARGARET MUGGLESTONE CHESTER MURRAY AUDREY JEAN MYERS BARBARA NATTINGER VERONICA NEAL LORRAINE OHMAN BARBARA OHNEMULLER THOMAS O ' NEIL HARRIETTE O ' SHEA SHIZUE OTA MIRIAM OTTO HELEN PAPPAS NANCY PAYNE MARY JANE PEARSON DOUGLAS PEASLEY ELEANOR PEET BEVERLY PERRY JUNE PILANT PAULINE RAILTON BOB READY DON REMIG BETTY RICKARDS JOHN ROBERTS ROSALIE RODERICK NICHOLAS ROSE ERNA ROTH GLADYS ROUSE RUTHELMA ROWE ROSEMARY ROWLANDS PAULINE RUTLEY EDITH SAVIN HENRY SCHAUB JOHN SCHAUB JEAN SCHNEIDER BEN SCHULER SIMONE SCIOBERETl MARGARET SHEPHERD BETTY SIMCOX BARBARA SMITH GARRETT SMITH MARY RUTH SMITH BETTY SOULES LA VERNE SOUZA DELMER SPARROWE HARRY SPEAR VIOLET STEFFANELLI FRANCES STEINER SUSAN STEUBER JACK TEAGARDEN KENNETH TERKILDSEN BOB THOMAS BRUCE TILLMAN BILL TOCHER DOROTHY UDDENBERG PETER VAN ROSSEM KEVIN VARANESE RUTH VAWTER JIM WALL FRANCES WALLACE DORIS JEAN WERUM BARBARA WHITTINGHAM BONNIE JUNE WILLIS DOROTHY WILSON DOROTHY WINDER FRANCES WING ROBERT WISE FLORENCE WITKOW AUDREY WULFERDINGER SAM YAMAMOTO WILLARD OFFICERS MARGARET CONNICK CLIFFORD ELWOOD MERRITT NEALE Secretary President Vice-President TRIUMPH Strenqth of purpose, Courage to smile Up hill or down hill, It’s always worth while. It ' s not what we get But what we give That makes the beauty By which v e live. Patricia Heaslett TEAMWORK AND ACCOMPLISHMENT At the beginning of this term Willard faced many new and important changes. After three years of fine supervision here, Mr. Slessner was promoted to the principal- ship of the Berkeley High School. Our new principal, Mr. Hayes, is carrying on most successfully and has proven his sincere interest in the welfare of Willard. For the first time also, Willard has had a Low Tenth Grade. This group, maintaining its fine spirit toward Willard, has fitted in to the new situation in an admirable way. With a cooperative Student Body the sale of our Student Body Cards was well carried through and the Target drive v.ent over the top. Our Spring Day with its shows, parades, and plenty of food v as a great success both socially and financially. At last our gymnasium has been completed and opened for use. This has meant a great deal to our school. It has enabled us to have games wit h other schools here at Willard. We have been able to hold more assemblies which the entire Student Body has attended. School dances have become especially popular due to the extensive space offered by the gymnasium floor. My term as president of the Willard Study Body has expired. I have enjoyed my office immensely and wish to thank Mr. Hayes, the faculty, and the entire Student Body for the cooperation they have shown in making this term a success. Clifford Elwood, President. THE BIG GAME It’s great to be on the winning team. In a game that’s fairly won. It ' s fine to know you’ve played your part When the contest is over and dene. It has taken fight to come from behind When khe going was hard and tough. The game has been won by courage and grit; It took something more than just bluff. The game called Life is the greatest of all. And the rules are hard and severe. But each can win, it he ' ll never say, Quit! ” Have courage and just persevere. Dick Barger. � 6 « S30--I] N-31 MI0 IS _ ' • ST E jw STUDENT COUNCIL COURT OFFICERS STUDENT CONTROL OFFICERS JUNIOR TRAFFIC POLICE THE BIG PART It ' s not only our aim to keep physically fit By indulging in sports of all kinds, But it teaches us how to be mentally keen And active in spirit and mind. The amusement, the pleasure, we find in a game Is really a very small part. It ' s the law of clean play and the teamwork. The courage and stoutness of heart. Ted Bruce. � 7 « STUDENT COUNCIL The Willard Student Council under the supervision of Clifford Elwood the presi- dent of the Student Body, Merritt Neale, the vice-president, Margaret Connick, the secretary, and Miss Farwell, the sponsor, has accomplished many worthwhile projects this semester. Their first effort was to collect money for the Flood Relief Fund. Because of the splendid generosity of the Willard boys and girls they were able to contribute over one hundred and fifty dollars. Later twenty-five dollars was given to the Berkeley Community Chest, and a portfolio was made to send to a school in Germany. The theme of this book was the City of Berkeley, and it included articles about Our Country, Our State, Our City, and Our School. The letter of introduction and the headings were prepared by the German classes under Mrs. Colmore. The semi-annual elections for officers of the Student Body took place in May under the direction of Miss Chace and her election board. Registering and voting at the elections are splendid training for our future citizens. The students seemed to appre- ciate that fact, and a heavy ballot was cast at both the primary and final elections. At each election several advisories had a 1 00 per cent vote to their credit. The advisories are all well organized with a full quota of officers for each room. The president in each case is automatically a member of the Student Council with the vice- president or secretary serving as alternate as the occasion demands. Advisory Officers: High Seven: No. 20A — Alvan Altman (pres.), Virginia Berg { vice-pres.) , Cullen Chapman (sec.); No. 218 — David Cole (pres.), Robin Doughty (vice-pres.), George Dodge (sec.): No. I — Nancy Haven (pres.), Virginia Hamilton (vice-pres.), Willie laconetti (sec.); No. 202 — Joan Peacock (pres.), Betty Jane Pyke (vice-pres.), Ted Prentiss (sec.): No. 209 — William Rogers (pres.), Yukio Sano (vice-pres.), Glen Sturdevant (sec.); No. 213 — Jack Wolfe (pres.), Lois Turner (vice-pres.) , Bill Werum (sec.). Low Eight: No. 106 — Ellen De Journette (pres.), Andrew Craig (vice-pres.), Shirley Cooke (sec.); No. 3 — Wayne Hooper (pres.), Ray Kruschke (vice-pres.), Alvin Hambly (sec.); No. 210 — Eleanor Moore (pres.), Fred Moreton (vice-pres.), Helen Scott (sec.); No. 5 — Raymond Snow (pres.), George Snell (vice-pres.), Barbara Solinsky (sec.). High Eight: No. 115 — Audrey Beresford (pres.), Phyllis Koplan (vice-pres.), Jean Berry (sec.); No. 201 — Elsie Carter (pres.), Scott Blair (vice-pres.), Louis Fischl (sec.); No. 109 — Kenneth Mirov (pres.), Elizabeth Marshall (vice-pres.), Madalynne Lindenberg (sec.); No. 113 — Irving Short (pres.), Alma Roth (vice-pres.), Ernie Schauppner (sec.). Low Nine; No. 110 — Herbert Cantelow (pres.), Donald Campbell (vice-pres.), Esther Enos (sec.); No. 112 — Helen Halloran (pres.), Edward Howell (vice-pres.). Bob Lamborn (sec.); No. 108 — Robert Price (pres.), Frank Pepper (vice-pres.), Jamies Morley (sec.); No. 212 — Billy Thompson (pres.), Jack Wallace (vice-pres.), Tamako Niwa (sec.). High Nine: No. 205 — Ted Bruce (pres.), Phyllis Bliss (vice-pres.), Dick Barger (sec.); No. 214 — Ed- ward Gilman (pres.), Helen Grant (vice-pres.), Harold Galliett (sec.); No. 104 — Hood Harris (pres.), James Hoxie (vice-pres.), Sidney Kubey (sec.); No. 114 — Margaret Mugglestone (pres.), Veronica Neal (vice-pres.), Ed McCreary (sec.); No. 215 — Donald Remig (pres.), Eleanor Peet (vice-pres.), Edith Savin (sec.); No. 211 — Kenneth Terkildsen (pres.). Bob Thomas (vice-pres.), Robert Wise (sec.). Low Ten: No. 206 — Meta Baird (pres.), Lynn Farrar (vice-pres.), Melba De Mingo (sec.); No. Ill — Paul Crtega (pres.), Dorenne Paris (vice-pres.), Kathleen Kreitler (sec.); No. 216 — Robert Veaco (pres.), Mary Wucher (vice-pres.), Ilene Wilkinson (sec.) JUNIOR TRAFFIC POLICE The Willard Traffic Police Squad is composed of twenty-five courteous, law-abiding, responsible citizens of our school under the control of the assistant coach, Jimmy Pepper, who in turn is supervised by the head coach, Mr. Gremaux. Their reliability and strict attention to duty inspire a ready confidence in their ability as officials at their posts of service along the busy lane of traffic that fronts our school. The drivers seem ever ready to cooperate with their signals for it is most evident to the public that Safety First is the great aim of each and every Willard officer. They have striven and succeeded in keeping their record unblemished by misfortunes, and Willard is proud of them. Traffic Police; Philip Andruss, Edward August, Ian Ball (sergt.) , Wesley Bowen, Sterling Carr, Andrew Craig, Theodore Fieldbrave, Keith Gaisford, Charles Holland, Everett Kennedy, Willis LeCJuatte (sergt.) , George Linnell, Domonic Marcellino, Leon Marsh, Alan McGregor, Bob Pearson, Douglas Peasley (sergt.), James Pepper (sergt. maj.) , William Quivers, Dan Redmond, Elmer Richberger, Cyril Taylor, Kevin Varanese (sergt.), Eugene Warren, Don Wellington. � 8 « STUDENT CONTROL The Student Control, under the supervision of Miss Smith, has been doing such exceptionally fine work In mainfalning order In the traffic lanes between classes that the faculty has been entirely relieved of that responsibility. Of course fhey feel that a great measure of their success has been due to a very evident desire on the part of fhe sfudents to cooperate In the enforcement of every measure advanced for fhe best Interests of fhe school. Due to the opening of fhe gymnasium the force has been enlarged fo take charge of the pupils during games and dances. Since our assemblies are now held In the gymnasium Instead of fhe yard, they have assumed responsibility for the seating situation at the weekly gatherings, a task of no small proportions since the Student Body Is large and the seating capacity of the gymnasium limited. Two more lieutenants and two new sergeants have been added to the force. Experienced subsfifufes, who step Into a vacancy when a regular officer Is absent, have received the new appointments. The members of our Sfudent Control are doing an excellent piece of work and merif the praise of faculty and students. Officers: Francis Allen, Manuel Ambrose, Charles Apgar, Meta Baird, Frances Baldwin, Tom Barber, Don Bartlett, Floyd Becker, Dorothy Betaque, Eileen Blackwell, Orva Blaine (capt.), Roy Bobo, Andree Bonno, Roy Bradshaw (lieut.), Barbara Brightfield, Beverly Bruning, Allen Buckingham, Margaret Buck- ley, Donald Campbell, Chip Cheney, Naylor Cole, Jeannette Connick, Donald Cook, Shirley Cooke, Edward Coulon, Melba De Mingo, Aliceday Downing, Dick Duhring, Annabella Elkner, Clifford Elwood (lieut.), Lynn Farrar (capt.), Clarence Felt, Melvin Gielow (lieut.), Edward Gilman, Jay Guenthner, Edna Haggerty, Alvin Hambly, Holly Hammond, Harold Hibbard, Hisashi Higashi, Barbara Holmes, Ed- ward Howell, James Hoxie, Peggy Hurt, Mona Janney, Fred Johnson, Richard Johnson, Earl Jones, Mlt- suko Kambara, Marjorie Kight, Bernal Kirwan, Kathleen Kreitler, Ray Kruschke, Robert Laning, Delbert Laudel, Mary Kathryn Lee, Walter Lucas (sergt.), Elva Lynch, Malcolm Magruder, Virginia Merchant, Yvonne Michelson, Marylee Miller, Audrey Monahan, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, James Moulton, Chester Murray, Audrey Jean Myers, Ronald Naess, Merritt Neale (lieut.), Harriette C ' Shea, Nancy Payne, Eleanor Peet, Frank Pepper, James Pepper, Beverly Perry, Fern Pruden (sergt.), Russell Rawson, Bob Ready (chief), Richard Reinhardt, Donald Remig, Edmund Richard (sergt.), Peggy Lee Robertson, Phillip Robinson, Rosalie Roderick, Leslie Rogers, Fred Rohde, Nicholas Rose, Mary Rosenkranz, Alma Roth, Erna Roth, Ruthelma Rowe (sergt.), Barbara Russell, Edith Savin, Dorothy Sayles, Ben Schuler, June Setterlund, Irving Short, Douglas Sinclair, Barbara Smith, James Smith, Betty Jane Soules, John Sproul, Arthur Starke, Elizabeth Stewart, Billy Thompson, Don Treadwell, Betty Udall, Ruth Vawter, Gordon Veaco, Robert Veaco, Jack Wallace, Stuart Watterson, Benjamin Weir, llene Wilkinson, Van Williams, Dorothy Wilson, Don Wood, Georgena Wood. STUDENT CONTROL COURT Improvement Is whaf we at Willard strive for at all times. With that thought ever to the fore, our sfudent court strives for Improvement and better traffic system In congested halls and corridors. The court continues to function under the supervision of three teachers who give generously of their time. The students feel that they are justly treated and have a wholesome respect for the organization. That the court Is a success Is proved by the constantly decreasing number of offenders who come within Its juris- diction. Considering the size of the school, there are very few sfudents arrested a second time. The court ' s officers are picked from oufstanding members of fhe Student Control and perform their duties with promptness and skill. A few of fhem, together with Judge Harrison, were heard on the Willard program at Station KRE recently. Taking one case, they exhibited the deftness of court judgment very efficiently. Reports from Interested parent listeners confirm our own belief that our Student Control Court Is an excellent way of handling school discipline. Court Staff: Jean Alexander, Babs Du Puy, Bill Gracey, Ruth Grove, Fred Holling, Frank Kruse, Jack McCullough, William McDonald, Arthur Morgan, Jean Paul, John Sproul, Gerald Whipple, Eleanor Jean Wood. Judges: Mr. Dunkum, Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Ivelsky. TRAFFIC RULES As you travel down the road of life, Obey the rules, keep to the right. Remember that others will travel this v ay. And courtesy ' ll make more pleasant a day. Jeannette Connick. � 9 « TARGET STAFF SCOOP STAFF GIRLS ' LEAGUE REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL W. B. A. REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL THE DIAMOND There are many kinds of diamonds, Some yellow, white, and black. But the kind we know and love the best Means baseball, bat, and sack. If the player plays his diamond. As the cutter cuts his stone. He must be steady, expert, sure, A sportsman to the bone. Our diamond heroes must be white With not a streak of yellow. For Uncle Sam ' s behind the game. No one ' s a finer fellow. Aliceday Downing. � 1 0 « WILLARD GIRLS ' LEAGUE This has been a most pleasant and successful term for the League. Every Willard girl has been entertained at one or more of the Big Sister Parties and many a new friend- ship has been sealed. Big Sister Parties were held for fhe Low lO ' s and High 7 ' s on February 26th, for fhe High 9 ' s and Low 8 ' s on March 1 2th, for the Low 9 ' s and High 8 ' s on April 9th. The parties were all well attended. An excellent program and refreshments were provided by the Big Sisters for each group. The Mother and Daughter Tea on May 7th was the social event of the season for the League. The Girls ' Glee Club cooperated and gave a splendid concert at this time. A party for fhe incoming High 7 ' s was held on May 20th to which all the pros- pective graduates of the elementary schools in the Willard District were invited. The High 9 ' s were the hostesses of fhe occasion and they gave their guests an Interesting glimpse of Willard af work and af play. A picnic for the League council members concluded a busy season of pleasure and service. Representafives: Orva Blaine, Jane+ Chick, Carolyn Clifford, Peggy Crane, Virginia Fratzke, Grace Gillespie, Virginia Hamilton, Barbara Hansen, Beverly Haynes, Ruth Jee, Harriet Johnson, Merle Kelsey, Marjorie Kight, Nancy Lee, Helen Anne Neale, Nancy Oliver, Nancy Payne, Jean Rouse, Nancy Scott, Merle Steinmann, Carol Sutcliffe, Margaret Thomas, Betty Udall, Charlotte Weston, Bonnie June Willis. Alternates: Elinor Anderson, Lenore Bellamy, Betty Brown, Tatiana Buzanoff, Med Callaway, Jeanne Cooke, Dorothy Cory, Jay Guenthner, Kathleen Kreitler, Eleanor Lamb, Patricia Landregan, Ruth Mac- donald, Joan Maslin, Barbara Mattes, Beverly Perry, Betty Plant, Esther Schmidt, Susan Steuber, Eliza- beth Stewart, Bernice Stutt, Patricia Talbot, Dorothy Jean Thomas. Advisory Board: Orva Blaine, Martha Crandall (sec.), Melba De Mingo (pres.), Babs Du Puy (vice- pres.) , Virginia Fratzke, Barbara Hansen, Beverly Ha ynes, Mary Lee, Nancy Payne, Jean Rouse, Merle Steinmann, Bonnie June Willis. W. B. A. Every Willard boy is aufomaflcally a member of the W. B. A. Each advisory has a representative at the executive meetings that are held under fhe guidance of Mr. Baxter and Mr. Harrison. The boys have been assisting most efficiently in the maintenance of order around the bleachers during the noon period. Now and then a boy skids off the road of school life and proves a menace to himself and others. It is then that the W. B. A. lends a hand and gives a tow in the right direction. Recently they participated in the program of welcome for the Low Sevens in our district who are expecting to enroll at Willard next term, and they played their parts most successfully in the afternoon plans of sightseeing, entertainment, and refreshments arranged for the pleasure of fhelr guests. The W. B. A. ' s aim at all times to do their best to keep school spirit on a high level and to make the life of the veteran Willardite as well as the newcomer a profitable and a happy one. Representative Council: Harry Boomer, Tommy Boyd, Ted Bruce, Naylor Cole, Kim Creed, Bob Dable (pres.), Mitchell Farrar, David Fulmer, Dick Gilmore, Bill Grange, Shigero lltomi, David Johnson, Jack Johnson, Edward Kruse, Domonic Marcellino, Robert Millar, Leland Moore, Paul Ortega, Timothy Pear- son, Ted Prentiss, Arthur Roe, John Schaub, Douglas Sinclair, John Sproul (sec.), Don Treadwell (vice- pres.), Harland Veal, Bill Werum, Sam Yamamoto. THE MAN Courage makes the man And faith and honor, too. An honest face, Integrity, A bold heart and a true. Merilyn Morshead. � II « SENIOR SCHOLARSHIP CLUB JUNIOR SCHOLARSHIP CLUB SENIOR CITIZENSHIP CLUB JUNIOR CITIZENSHIP CLUB AMB T ON It ' s will to get ahead today, To look forward to some goal. It ' s not the will to weakly say, 1 can’t get on. I ' m in a hole.” It’s will to win and not to lose. To have ideals and firmly cling. It ' s not excuses that you use. But forging on until you ' re king. So it is as it ' s always been. That folks wi thout an aim Don ' t get along as well as those That have the call for fame. Barbara Smith. � I 2 « SCHOLARSHIP CLUBS The Senior Scholarship Society is composed of those students who hav ' scholarship line with a vengeance and have come to the fore with signal honors. They have had many a hard tussle with problems and books to achieve marks ranging from 95 to I 00 per cent, but their spectacular efforts have been rev arded, and they are now the proud possessors of the gold pin of honor, which, if gained for three terms, is theirs to keep. An ambitious group of scholarship guards whose records average between 90 and 95 per cent have received superior scholarship certificates and membership in the Junior Club. Upper Division: Muriel Bennett, Fred Beretta, Tybel Bernstein, Dorothy Betaque, Roy Bradshaw, Bar- bara Brightfield, Ted Bruce, Margaret Buckley, Tatiana Buzanotf, Herbert Cantelow, Chip Cheney, Carolyn Clifford, Jeannette Connick, Margaret Connick, Martha Crandall, Keith Davis, Aliceday Down- ing, Joy Drobish, Faith Droitcour, Babs Du Puy, Ruth Grove, Helen Halloran, Hood Harris, Gladys Hayashi, Fred Holling, Margaret Jory, Juliette King, Betty Kinsey, Ray Kruschke, Anna Lea Lloyd, Elizabeth Marshall, Stanley Merrell, Kenneth Mirov, Ronald Naess, Merritt Neale, Gyo Obata, Shizue Ota, Jewel Pendleton, Frank Pepper, Bob Ready, Richard Reinhardt, John Roberts, Alma Roth, Ruthelma Rowe, Dorothy Sayles, Irving Short, Harold Smith. John Sproul, David Takahashi, Billy Thompson, Betty Udall, Katharine von Adelung, Jack Wallace, Verna Wilson, Gerald Whipple, Peter Wolff, Eleanor Jean Wood. Lower Division: Jean Alexander, Howard Anderson, Jane Anderson, Rex Anderson, Audrey Beresford, Leonard Blackford, Nelda Bonneau, Cathleen Burt, Elsie Carter, Barbara Chapman, Shirley Cooke, Bar- bara Dean, Richard Doyle, Dick Duhring, Shirley Engelhard, Esther Enos, Jack Evernden, Allison Fairey, Lynn Farrar, Annabel Gray, Jean Grove, Alvin Hambly, Charles Hanger, Yukiyo Hayashi, Beverly Haynes, Harold Hibbard, Babara Hodges, Barbara Holmes, Wayne Hooper, Leonard Hughes, Peggy Hurt, Richard Johnson, Jeannette Jones, Bob Kenney, Hisako Kuroiwa, Robert Laning, Frances Lock- wood, William McDonald, Joan Maslin, Robert Millar, Arthur Morgan, John Oshida, Paul Ortega, Lucia Peniston, James Pepper, Muriel Porter, Edmund Richard, Ered Ritchie, Leslie Rogers, Ben Schuler, Evelyn Shultis, Barbara Smith, Patricia Talbot, Andre Tournier, Gordon Veaco, Jean Wilson. CITIZENSHIP CLUB The school spirit and civic aims of our Willard Student Body are especially praise- worthy as the Senior Citizenship Club has proved without a doubt in its two major cam- paigns of the season, the sale of Student Body Cards and the Target. Under its members ' leadership the enthusiasm and teamwork of their fellow students were put to the test, and the quota In each of these major Issues was not only readily attained but advanced. In another Important feature in school life under the club ' s jurisdiction, the Lost and Found Department, Willard citizens have been prompt to respond for seldom has an article lost on the school premises failed to quickly find its way to the depart- ment ' s shelves. The club wishes at this time to thank the students for the cooperation they have so readily shown In every activity the organization has sponsored. Senior Members: Mr. Baxter (spon sor), Richard Angell, Roy Bradshaw, Bob Bruen, Beverly Bruninq, Cathleen Burt, Jeanne Cooke, Margaret Connick (ex. bd.), Edward Coulon, Melba De Mingo (ex. bd.), Dick Duhring, Babs Du Puy, Clifford Elwood, Melvin Gielow (ex. bd.), Edna Haggerty, Barbara Hansen, Bob Hirschkind, Mona Janney, Margaret Jory, Juliette King, Kathleen Kreitler (sec.), Delbert Laudel, Frances Lockwood, Walter Lucas, Elva Lynch, Jack McCullough, Merritt Neale (vice-pres.) , Tamako Niwa, Shizue Ota, Erank Pepper, Muriel Porter, Bob Ready (pres.), Dick Reinhardt, Edmund Richard, Ered Ritchie, John Roberts (ex. bd.), Phillip Robinson, Leslie Rogers, Ruthelma Rowe, Barbara Russell, Douglas Sinclair, Elizabeth Stewart, Bob Thomas, Billy Thompson, Don Treadwell, Betty Udall, Jack Wallace, Gerald Whipple, Peter Wolff, Eleanor Jean Wood. Junior Members: Mr. Edwards (sponsor), Rex Anderson, Frances Baldwin, Eileen Blackwell, Orva Blaine, Nelda Bonneau, Barbara Brightfield, Ann Campbell, Herbert Cantelow, Donald Carlson, Chip Cheney, Margaret Connick, Shirley Jane Cooke, Martha Crandall, Faith Droitcour, Dick Duhring, Babs Du Puy, Annabella Elkner, Clifford Elwood, Mary Embody, Shirley Engelhard, Shirley Eolden, Beatrice Eoster, Elizabeth Gebhart, Melvin Gielow, John Grosh, Dexter Guio, Evelyn Haines, Helen Halloran, Edna Haggerty, Alvin Hambly, Barbara Hansen, Gladys Hayashi, Barbara Holmes, Loryne House, Peggy Hurt, Juliette King, Robert Laning, Mary Kathryn Lee, Anna Lea Lloyd, Walter Lucas, Glenn Lyons, Dorothy McCann, Ed McCreary, William McDonald, Malcolm Magruder, Mignon Marois, Elizabeth Marshall, Joan Maslin, Yvonne Michelson, James Moulton, Ronald Naess, Barbara Nattlnger, Ruth Nishl, Sadako Okubo, Dorenne Paris, James Pepper, John Pillsbury, Betty Platt, Fern Pruden, Donald Riggs, John Roberts, Peggy Lee Robertson, Leslie Rogers, Fred Rohde, Mary Rosenkranz, Barbara Russell, Alma Roth, Erna Roth, Irving Short, Betty Jane Soules, Arthur Starke, Elizabeth Stewart, George Taylor, Don Treadwell, Jack Wallace, Benjamin Weir, Doris Jean Werum, Lois Weston, Barbara Whittlngham, Van Williams. � 1 3 « GIRL RESERVES Pledge: I will do my best to honor Sod, my country, and my community; to help other girls; and to be in all ways a loyal, true member of the Girl Reserves. There are six groups of Wlllardites, sponsored by Mrs. Allen, enjoying the activities of the Girl Reserves. They have donated and decorated toys for children, made color- ful May baskets for patients at a local hospital, entertained at a mothers ' dinner and tea, given programs of skits and plays, and conducted apple sales to provide vacation trips for some of their members to Gold Hollow Camp. An outstanding feature of the season was a program sponsored by our school for the Willard P. T. A. at which members of Willard ' s six clubs interpreted the activities of the organization from the time a girl joins the Girl Reserves until she graduates into a high school club. The program was as follows: How to Become a Member by Betty Udall, Girl Reserves at Willard by Cecilia Fowler, The Girl Reserve Pin by Phyllis Koplan, Gold Hollow Camp by Elizabeth Stewart, Girl Reserve Conferences by Barbara Russell, and Girl Reserve Songs by a chorus of Girl Reserves. Lokitru (H7): Georgiana Allen, Virginia Berg (pres.), Med Callaway, Peggy Nickell, Zadell Schauer, Marianne Semer, Suzanne Semer, Lucille Smith, Jane Wilson (sec.). Las Felices (L8); Carol Davis, Ellen De Journette, Yukiyo Hayashi, Sally Howard (sec.). Needle Jack- son, Harriet Johnson (vice-pres.) , Helen Scott, Charlotte Weston (pres.). Manzanita (H8): Mary Arpin (sec.), Jean Berry, Elaine Detels, Jean Elliott (treas.), Pauline Galliett, Elizabeth Gebhart, Evelyn Haines, Phyllis Koplan, Dorothy Patmont, Kathryn Sparrowe (pres.). Pearl Tollakson (vice-pres.), Betty Wescott. Cuori Apperti (L9): Jean Alexander, Jane Anderson, Babs Du Puy, Barbara Holmes, Frances Lock- wood (pres:), Patricia Morton, Elizabeth Stewart (sec.), Betty Udall (vice-pres.), Katharine von Adelung. Tufis (H9): Barbara Andruss, Julianne Arpin, Dorothy Betaque (vice-pres.), Beverly Bruning, Aliceday Downing, Cecilia Fowler (pres.), Grace Gillespie, Jean Gordon (treas.), Betty Jensen, Jean Mallory, Rosemary Rowlands, Edith Savin, Barbara Whittingham (sec.) , Florence Witkow. La Loma (LIO): Betty Baxter, Eileen Blackwell (pres.), Andree Bonno (sec.), Edith Borman, Polly Burgess, Eleanora Dawson, Melba De Mingo, Glada Gould, Ursula Haven, Mona Janney, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, Donna O ' Dell, Dorenne Paris, Muriel Porter, Barbara Russell (vice-pres.), Evelyn Shultis, Dorothy Uddenberg, Eleanor Jean Wood. GIRL SCOUTS, TROOP 7 The Promise: On my honor I will fry to do my duty to God and my country, to help other people at all times, to obey the Girl Scout Laws. It was in 1912 that the first troop of the Girl Scouts of America was organized. This troop, formed in Savannah, Georgia, grew rapidly, until today there are thousands of eager, young girls throughout the nation that follow the principles of Scouting: to play fair, to play in your place, to play for your side and not for yourself. Troop 7, Willard ' s group, is composed of seventeen of these ambitious girls. To any girls interested in hikes, picnics, parties, and activities in general that cultivate friendships and foster cooperation and physical fitness. Troop 7 extends an invitation for membership. Members: Betsy Bade, Isabel Blythe, Kathleen Blythe, Barbara Clinton, Mary Dodd, Pat Ford, Nancy Garoutte, Virginia Hamilton, Marion Jewell, Barbara Mattes, June McCarty, Mauricia Price, Sylvia Price, Alverda Quivers, Dorothy Sayles, Norma Tannahill, Verna Wilson. THE WINNER Depend on yourself to play the game In happiness or strife. For that you must do in order to win In the game that we call life. Have confidence always in yourself. Of success in whatever you do. For the only one who can make you succeed. Who can make you win out, is you. Tybel Bernstein. � 1 4 « DRAMA CLUB SLIDE RULE CLUB GIRL RESERVES (TUFIS) POETRY CLUB GIRL RESERVES (LA LOMA) GIRL RESERVES (CUORI APPERTI) BOYS ' SPECIAL GLEE CLUB BOY SCOUTS, TROOP 33 The Scout Oath: On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law, to help other people at all times, to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight. With the new gymnasium now as their meeting place, Willard Scouts have added many new recreational and educational games which certainly spell physical and mental alertness It laurels are to be won. The basketball scrimmages and knot-tying contests are especially popular. Troop 33 and their Scout Master, Mr. Coughlin, took part In the Berkeley Water- front Pageant, and the boys attended the Camporee at Tllden Park on May 22nd and 23rd. At present the boys are busily making plans for Yosemite and other camps for the summer season. Life In the open and a knowledge of Mother Nature and her children mean bodily vigor, keen wits, and plenty of fun, so the great outdoors Is the major Interest of Troop 33 at present. Scou+s: Stanley Behrends, Eugene Boehrer, Bob Burns, Gordon Cooke, Howard Dekker, George Dodge, Clarence Felt, Douglas Fitzgerald, Dick Gore, Bill Grange, Paul Grunland, Bobble Heebner, Gerald Hicks, Bernal Kirwan, Jack Lee, Norman Lippert, Orvo Soininen, Wayne Travis, Eugene Warren. THE SPORTSMAN Is the sportsman the man who can smile When he ' s winning the game all the while, Who is ever the best, over ail of the rest. And always wins out by a mile? Or is he the one who can grin And take his defeat on the chin And shout hip-hurray for the man of the day? That ' s the man, he who laughs, lose or win. Holly Hammond � I 5 « V- ‘-I- f:) r- B B, i ► ' I ' ?. ■ • ■ . i ■ j I � . f ' f ' 1 , M, 1 ’f? ' 4 ?- ' N -1 r. 1 . GIRLS ' GLEE CLUB BOYS ' GLEE CLUB GIRLS ' SENIOR GLEE CLUB HIGH NINE CHORAL JUNIOR GIRLS ' GLEE CLUB This year Mrs. Allen has organized what she calls her Junior Glee Club. These younger girls are enthuslasfically preparing to fill up vacancies In the senior organization when the older girls leave Willard. The Junior Girls had the p ' easure of singing In some of the numbers of the Student Body program with the Senior Girls ' Glee Club, and they certainly pleased their audience. Membership: Barbara Abbott, Jean Alexander, Jane Anderson, Mary Arpin, Frances Baldwin. Jean Barkhimer, Betty Barley, Paula Beekman, Audrey Beresford, Marian Lee Birch, Orva Blaine, Eleanor Bond, Betty Cole, Betty Condeff, Margaret Connick, Ann Cunningham, Barbara Dean, Joy Drobish, Barbara Durkee, Annabella Elkner, Jean Elliott, Shirley Engelhard, Helen Fieldbrave, Elizabeth Gebhart, Jean Gordon, Betty Hadley, Evelyn Haines, Helen Halloran, Barbara Hansen, Loryne House, Birte Jensen, Trent Johnston, Ellen Langley, Madalynne Lindenberg, Norma Lowry, Elva Lynch, Barbara Masterson, Vivian Megerian, Yvonne Michelson, Audrey Monahan, Patricia Morton, Betty Mountford, Dorothy Pat- mont, Jean Paul, Beverly Perry, Patricia Presley, Fern Pruden (announcer), Jean Reynolds, Peggy Lee Robertson, Rosalie Rode rick, Jean Rouse, Rosemary Rowlands, Winifred Scott, Margaret Sholin, Eliza- beth Stewart, Dorothy Wilson, Verna Wilson (sec.), Georgena Wood (pres.), Mary Wucher. � I 6 « SENIOR GIRLS ' GLEE CLUB The girls have just finished shooting their baskets of harmony for the semester under the able leadership of Mrs. Allen. With the perfect cooperation of every member, Mrs. Allen and the girls were able to accomplish wonderful results and merit the praise of all who have had the joy of hearing them. They had the pleasure of singing before the Student Body in an assembly May 4th, when they rendered such enjoyable numbers as Trees, My Creed, The Woman in the Shoe (a novelty number), Play, Fiddle, Play, Gossip Joan, Song of Love, and Willard ' s Hymn. Their golden voices were again heard at the Mothers and Daughters ' Girls ' League Tea, given May 7, and at the June meeting of the Willard P. T. A. We are hoping our auditorium will be ready for use at the beginning of the fall semester, and the club will then have the opportunity of giving an operetta and winning laurels in a new field of entertainment. Membership: Barbara Andruss, Adele Arey, Alice Arnold, Barbara Beedle, Tybel Bernstein, Dorothy Betaque, Phyllis Bliss, Andree Bonno, Barbara Brightfield, Betty Brown, Beverly Bruning, Cathleen Burt, Barbara Chapman, Betty Condeff, Jeannette Connick, Aliceday Downing, Annabelle Duthie, Barbara Erickson, Dorothea Foss, Cecilia Fowler, Marilyn Gordon, Helen Grant, Annabel Gray, Ruth Grove, Holly Hammond, Patsy Heaslett, Barbara Holmes, Betty Houghton, Peggy Hurt, Mona Janney, Betty Jensen, Barbara Jones (pres.), Margaret Jory, Juliette King (sec.), Betty Kinsey, Kathleen Kreitler, Anna Lea Lloyd, Frances Lockwood, Francene McCarty, Mary Lee Miller, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, Veronica Neal, Harriette O ' Shea, Eleanor Peet, Fern Pruden, Frances Rakestraw, Erna Roth, Ruthelma Rowe, Edith Savin, Jean Schneider, June Setterlund, Margaret Shephard, Billie Jean Simpson, Barbara Smith (announcer), Betty Jane Soules, Betty Udall, Ruth Vawter, Frances Wallace, Olga Wilson, Dorothy Winder. HIGH NINE CHORAL One hundred eighty-five students selected music as one of their courses this semes- ter, the very highest enrollment in music in Willard ' s choral history. These girls and boys automatically became members of the High Nine Choral with Mrs. Kellogg as their able leader and accompanist. After many weeks of constant practicing, they scored a smashing hit at their Graduation Exercises held June 17th, 1937. Here in Willard ' s new gymnasium many beautiful numbers were sung with faultless rendition, a thrilling climax for their term ' s efforts. Choral (H9): Dan Alden, Francis Allen, Barbara Andruss, Alice Arnold, Julianne Arpin, Dick Barger, Barbara Beedle, Fred Beretta, Tybel Bernstein, Dorothy Betaque, Marian Lee Birch, Ruth Black, Leonard Blackford, Orva Blaine, George Blevins, Phyllis Bliss, Eleanor Bond, Andree Bonno, Barbara Brightfield, Betty Brown, Ted Bruce, Bob Bruen, Beverly Bruning, Allen Buckingham, Margaret Buckley, Bliss Burchell, Bob Burns, Doris Callaway, Billy Chapman, Betty Cole, Jeannette Connick, Keith Davis, Barbara Dean, Dorothy Dodge, Aliceday Downing, Annabelle Duthie, Jane Englehorn, Barbara Erickson, Clarence Felt, Helen Fieldbrave, Cecilia Fowler, Virginia Fratzke, Bruce Gillespie, Edward Gilman, Jean Gordon, Marilyn Gordon, Bill Gracey, Bill Grange, Helen Grant, Annabelle Gray, Ruth Grove, Jay Guenthner, James Hahn, Joyce Hall, Grace Halstead, Hood Harris, Bill Harrison, Beverly Haynes, Patsy Heaslett, Don Hellier, Dorothy Hensley, Valeria Hovey, Gloria Howard, James Hoxie, Charles Hoyt, Peggy Hurt, Betty Jensen, Marion Jewell, Fred Johnson, Jack Johnson, Barbara Jones, Earl Jones, Margaret Jory, Betty Karsten, Bob Kenney, Juliette King, Betty Kinsey, Margaret Knibbe, Margie Knibbe, Eddie Knudsen, Shigeru Kubota, Patricia Landregan, Ellen Langley, Delbert Laudel, Mary Kathryn Lee, Anna Lea Lloyd, Bill Lowe, Norma Lowry, Betty Lundholm, Jean Mallory, Domonic Marcellino, Leon Marsh, Ed McCreary, Jack McCullough, Bill McDonald, Vivian Megerian, Marylee Miller, Richard Monson, Merilyn Morshead, Margaret Mugglestone, Marjorie Munro, Chester Murray, Audrey Jean Myers, Barbara Nattinger, Veronica Neal, Barbara Ohnemuller, Harriette O ' Shea, Shizue Ota, Nancy Payne, Douglas Peasley, Eleanor Peet, Beverly Perry, Pauline Railton, Bob Ready, Don Remig, Betty Rickards, John Roberts, Rosalie Roderick, Nicholas Rose, Erna Roth, Gladys Rouse, Ruthelma Rowe, Rosemary Rowlands, Pauline Rutley, Edith Savin, Henry Schaub, John Schaub, Jean Schneider, Jane Schomberg, Simone Sciobereti, Margaret Shepherd, Barbara Smith, Betty Jane Soules, Delmer Sparrowe, Hal Spear, Frances Steiner, Jack Teagarden, Kenneth Terkildsen, Bruce Tillman, Kevin Varanese, Ruth Vawter, Frances Wallace, Doris Jean Werum, Barbara Whittingham, Dorothy Wilson, Dorothy Winder, Robert Wise, Florence Witkow. � I 7 « WILlARD orchestra— WILLARD BAND WILLARD ORCHESTRA Achievement has been a major stepping stone tor this Willard harmony group this semester, and their excellent teamwork on training days has primed them for a season of unusual activity. The Student Body has greatly enjoyed the programs they have given at the various assemblies of the term. They also played for the Girls ' Glee Club In their usual finished style and gave a thrilling radio performance over station KRE, which was acclaimed a real triumph. Their final concert and the numbers played for the Graduation Program were a pleasure and Inspiration to all lovers of music. Mr. Salis- bury and his team of harmonists have concluded a most successful season and justly merit Willard ' s appreciation. Membership: Elinor Anderson, Howard Anderson, Rex Anderson, Roy Bradshaw, Tatiana Buzanotf, Chip Cheney, Catherine CofRn, David Cole, Naylor Cole, Nancy Cox, Melba De Mingo, Bob Doolittle, Richard Doyle, Faith Droitcour, Dick Duhring, William Ellis, Clifford Elwood, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Melvin Fields, Beatrice Foster, David Fulmer, Jim Gamos, Melvin Gielow, Ina Henning, Lorraine Howells. Marion Jewell, Jeannette Jones, John Knight, John Kondeff, Bill Love, Jean Mallory, Virginia Merchant, Merilyn Morshead, Barbara Nattinger, Miriam Otto, Nancy Payne, June Pilant, Betty Platt, Robert Price, Betty Jane Pyke, Isabel Rasmussen, Edmund Richard, Hal Rutledge, Dorothy Sayles, Betty Schultz, Simone Sciobereti, Sasha Shulgin, Ailene Smith, Frances Steiner, Merle Steinmann, Henry Thomas, Bill Tocher, Andre Tournier, Richard Tucker, Dorothy Uddenberg, Jack Wallace, Bill Weik, Bill Werum, Don Wood, Burgess Woodward. REWARD Not for sheer strength in violent clash Nor boastful laugh at rival ' s fall. Do we in every game ' s hot dash Our utmost efforts strongly call. Instead, we prize the skill of mind In active bodies so displayed That we may fight the ills we find, And life may say to us, Well played Barbara Brightfield � I 8 « WILLARD BAND The Willard Band, composed of more than eighty members under the able leader- ship of Mr. Schott, has been rapidly maturing into a finished unit. Through the cafe- teria windows on practice mornings drift sounds that quicken the step and provide a pleasing obligato for the games in progress on the terraces. The band always plays an important role in Willard activities, and their recent assembly program including symphonic and martial numbers as well as several novelty features captured the audi- ence completely. Willard expresses its thanks to the boys and their leader for the pleasure they have given throughout the term. Membership: Norman Alien, Rex Anderson, Dick Barger, Fred Beretta, Jean Berry, Worth Bishop, Leoi rd Blackford, Billy Blair, Roy Bobo, Eugene Boehrer, Ted Bruce, Roy Burnett, Chip Cheney Cather ' urir cil- Doolittle, Robin Doughty, Tom Downing, Dick Duhring, William Ellis, Clifford Elwood, Jack Evernden, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Clarence Felt, David Fulmer, Jim Samos, Marjorie Gerke, Melvin Gielow, Roger Gilmore, Richard Gore, Stanley Greig, Alvin Hambly, Harold Hibbard, Wayne Hooper, Don Ingalls, Ralph Kennady, Victor Kiernan, John Knight Edward Kruse, Frank Kruse, Paul Lindblom, Norman Lippert, Bill Love, Bud Minor, Graham Moody Leland Moore, Timothy Pearson, Douglas Peasley, Robert Price, Russell Rawson, Hugh Renfro Rita Richberger, Robert Rutherford, David Rutledge, Albert Samson, Jack Sather, Ernest Schauppner! Dick Seymour, Sasha Shulgin, Donald Slaiter, Marvin Smith, George Snell, Raymond Snow, Alan Stagner, Tom Stanton, Robert Stevens, Ben Taylor, Cyril Taylor, Robert Trumpler, Dorothy Uddenberg, Ted Valentiner Don Waldie, Jack Wallace, Bob Wann, Bill Weik, Billy Wester, Prentice Wharff, John Wiskocil Norman Wykofr, BOYS ' GLEE CLUB The boys zipped Into the term s work with their usual enthusiasm, and the semester has been an active one. Rapid strides have been taken In learning new songs and giving performances. New In the history of the Glee Club Is the Special Glee Club, an all-star team, as It were. This organization Is composed chiefly of Low Ten and High Nine members. They pleased the radio audience by singing two numbers over station KRE on Willard s program. All the boys sang for the Pad s Club, P. T. A., and a student assem- bly. Under the able direction of Mrs. Kellogg the boys have progressed rapidly and consider this season ' s efforts a total success. Membership: Francis Allen, Alvan Al+man, Duane Alton, Manuel Ambrose, Bill Barnard, Richard Bartholomew, George Blevins, Tommy Boyd, Bob Brewer, Carlos Brown, Bob Bruen (sec.), Allen Bucking- ham, Donald Campbell, Herbert Cantelow, Donald Carlson, Quentin Casebolt, Cullen Chapman, Sumner Clayfon, Robert Collins, Bob Cutter. Bob Dable (announcer), Kenneth Erway, Mitchell Farrar, Harvey Fielder. Louis Fischl. Harry Gester, Edward Gilman. Henry Grady. John Grosh, Hood Harris (librarian). James Haynes, Bobbie Heebner, Jack Heffernan, Don Hellier, John Hewlett, James Hoxie, Charles Hoyt, Tod Judkins, Seldon King, Eddie Knudsen, Ray Kruschke, Robert Laning, Jack Lee, Walter Lucas, Jack Lynch, Ed McCreary, Harland McLaughlin, Bill Morton, Ronald Naess, Merritt Neale, Bob Ready (pres.), Fred Ritchie, Bill Robinson, Leslie Rogers, Fred Rohde. Henry Schaub. John Schaub, Jim Scott, Irving Short, Douglas Sinclair, Arch Sparrowe, Delmer Sparrowe, Arthur Starke, Ned Stroud, Jack Tea- garden, Kenneth Terkildsen, Junior Tesar, Ian Thomason, Perry Thornton, Don Treadwell, Bill Trueblood, Robert Van Buskirk, Kevin Varanese, Robert Veaco, Harlan Veal, Stuart Watterson, Benjamin Weir, Van Williams, Robert Wise, Peter Wolff, Bob Woods. LOW TEN CHORAL Thirty-five members of the Low Ten Class elected music as a subject and organized a choral under the leadership of Mrs. Allen. It has been the first and only Low Ten group of its kind in our Berkel ey Department. Two periods a week were devoted to ensemble singing and music appreciation. The history of the opera was fully studied, and many grand and light opera librettos and scores presented and discussed, with sketches and excerpts given by members of the class. There has been concentrated advance In knowledge and appreciation of the theme selected, and the club ' s efforts were hailed as a pleasure and a success as the curtain rang down for the season. Choral (LIO) : Manuel Ambrose, Adele Arey, Jean Barkhimer, Betty Barley, Betty Condeff, Nancy Cox, Bob Dable, Melba De Mingo, Mitchell Farrar, Dorothea Foss, Betty Hadley, Holly Hammond, Barbara Hansen, Betty Houghton, Mona Janney, Kathleen Kreitler, Walter Lucas, Jack Lynch, Jayne Marquis, Dorothy McCann, Francene McCarty, Carolyn Moore, Polly Morgan, Fred Rohde, Jean Rouse, Mary Scott, Winifred Scott, Margaret Sholin, Billie Jean Simpson, Douglas Sinclair, Arch Sparrowe, Merle Steinmann, Olga Wilson, Georgina Wood, Mary Wucher. � 19 « POETRY CLUB (Riding with Pegasus) One doesn ' t have to ride with Pegasus to know that the Poet ' s Workshop writes inspired verse. Any Thursday morning, first period, Room 209 is humming in rhythm, with or without rhyme, as enthusiastic members read original verses. Inspired by the fact that many received wide recognition, some members have written a sufficient number of poems for books. The club ' s poetry contest aroused much interest throughout the Student Body and the following students were awarded the honors: Frances Lockwood (1st prize), Jeanne Covey (2nd), Sirkka Wuori (3rd), Jeannette Con- nick (4th), Polly Morgan (5th), Sasha Shulgin (6th), Ingelborg Schleiff (7th), Edward Howell (8th), Anne Martins (9th), Barbara Brightfield (1 0th), Nancy Patterson (Nth), and Betty Kinsey (12th). Honorable mention was given to Tybel Bernstein, Glynn Lee, Robert Pratt, Irving Short, Shizue Ota, Verna Wilson, Tamako Niwa, and Anna Lea Lloyd. DAWG (First Prize) His tail Is kinder curly an ' it ' s purty much too long; His legs Is kinder skinny, but he ' s really awful strong. He surely ain ' t no thorobred, he ' s got no pedigree, He ain ' t no raving beauty, but he ' s sure a pal to me. An ' then when I git lonesome an ' I ' m teelin ' purty sad, He wags his tail an ' licks my hand to try an ' make me glad. He ' d never let a feller down if he should need a friend. He ' d try to cheer him up an ' stay with him until the end. He sure ain ' t like those fancy dawgs with coats all smooth an ' fine. But he ' s the truest friend I ' ve got, that lil ' ol ' dawg a ' mine. Frances Lockwood. Membership: Jean Alexander, Georgina Allen, Jane Anderson, Gordon Andrews, Bill Armstrong, Tybel Bernstein, Isabel Blythe, Betty Brown, Theresa Clark, Jeanne Covey, Esther Enos, Barbara Erickson, Patsy Heaslett, Edna Herrmann, Earl Jones, Betty Kinsey, Bernal Kirwan, Betty Lerch, Roberta Lerch, Frances Lockwood, Elizabeth Marshall, Marylee Miller, Polly Morgan, Audrey Jean Myers, Tamako Niwa, Dorothy Patmont, William Rogers, Mary Rosenkranz, Roger Saunders, Ingeborg Schleiff, Mary Scott, Gloria Shallat, Sasha Shulgin, Jeanette Templeton, Margaret Thomas, Mary Wucher, Sirkka Wuori, Louise Yarnell. DRAMA CLUB The Drama Club, under the direction of Mr. Edwards, started the term most auspi- ciously. They at once concentrated their efforts upon choric speech and ten members as the Willard Verse Choir rendered eight interesting and well-chosen selections for the Willard P. T. A. so successfully that the program was repeated at a later date. Riff- raff, an historical, patriotic drama was selected for rehearsals to start the season, and later Just Women and White Phantom, two comedies, were added to their reper- toire. These were ambitious under takings for those anticipating their first appearance before the footlights, but all went well, and on Spring Day they were presented as the Drama Club ' s contribution to the day ' s program. Recently the club had the opportunity of responding to the request to repeat White Phantom for the Costume Party, thus concluding a stimulating season of pleasure, profit, and service. Membership: Zaida Carlson, Janet Chick, Carolyn Clifford, Andrea de Grassi, Ellen De Journette, Mac Falconer, Lowell Foster, Susan Fowler, Nancy Garoutte, Nancy Haven, Lorraine Howells, Mary Janney, Peter Kilburn, Barbara Mattes, Dorothy Munson, Helen Ann Neale, Joan Peacock, Mary Jane Pearson, Mauricia Price, Sylvia Pr ' ce, William Silva, Don Stone, Connie Thomas, Dorothy Jean Thomas, Margaret Thomas, Prentice Wharff. SLIDE RULE CLUB A group of mathematics ' fans meet every Tuesday to have a scrimmage with their slide rules. They are speeding up their multiplication, division, and percentage with a vengeance and developing real skill in placing decimals. Mr. Harrison is the captain. Membership: Rex Anderson, Floyd Becker, Roger Blaney, Donald Cook, Edward Coulon, Richard Doyle, Arthur Dunlop, Grace Gillespie, Alvin Hambly, Bernal Kirwan, Frank Kruse, Edward Lind, Arthur MacGregor, Arthur Morgan, James Morley, Merritt Neale (sec.), Mary Rosenkranz, Alan Stagner, Peter Wolff (pres.). � 20 « TARGET QUOTA VICTORS— ADVISORIES 209, 5, 201, 110, lOt, 114, 214 THE TARGET This issue of the Target, as the attractive cover designed and cut by James Burnett Indicates, Is dedicated to athletics. Then, too, the four color prints by Dorothy Mellink and Polly Morgan, emphasize that theme, and why? It ' s because once more we have the use of our gymnasium after several long years, and let us assure you that we are making the most of our opportunities throughout the day with a full schedule of physical education and sports, both Intermural and Interscholastic. Athletics Is a combination of play and gymnastic activities performed for the purpose of winning. Yes, every step has an unmistakable goal, victory for the team, which means absolute concentration every minute of the game. There Is no trifling with old Father Time under such conditions; decisions must be rapid and courageously sup- ported: not for the display of Individual skill, either, but for the glory of the team, the honor of the school. We may rest assured that these lessons of self-sacrifice and good sportsmanship are so deeply Impressed on the youthful mind at Willard, as the splendid list of Target quota advisories reveals, that the player carries the spirit of the team, of cooperation for the good of all, throughout life. Three lusty cheers and a generous vote of thanks for Willard ' s new gym! Target Staff: Anna Lea Lloyd (editor), Fred Beretta (manager), Barbara Dean, Francene McCarty (assistant editors) . Associate Editors: Jean Alexander, Jane Anderson, Adele Arey, Tybel Bernstein, Barbara Brightfield, Allen Buckingham, Cathleen Burt, Donald Campbell, Herbert Cantelow, Jeannette Connick, Alice Cordero, Aliceday Downing, Babs Du Puy, Shirley Engelhard, Grace Gillespie, Helen Grant, Annabel Gray, Helen Halloran, Hood Harris, Betty Houghton, Peggy Hurt, Margaret Jory, Juliette King, Mary Kathryn Lee, Frances Lockwood, Nancy Payne, Beverly Perry, Jean Rouse, Ruthelma Rowe, Barbara Smith, Elizabeth Stewart, Doris Jean Werum, Verna Wilson. Art: James Burnett, Dorothy Meilink, Polly Morgan. Business: Bob Bruen, Edward Coulon, Clifford Elwood, Merritt Neale, Bob Ready, Edmund Richard, Douglas Sinclair. Sponsors: Mr. Hayes (principal). Miss Christy (publication), Mr. Baxter (business). Miss Blumert (art). � 21 « WILLARD LIBRARY Never before have we had such a busy throng In the library as we have had this semester. One reason for this Is because the Low Ten Class has been with us, and their subjects have required Intensive reference preparation. They have thoroughly appre- ciated the fact that we are fortunate enough to have the latest edition of Encyclopedia Britannica, and they have used the volumes dally. They have enjoyed our various up-to- the-minute world histories and have made good use, too, of the fiction, both old and new, which has some historic period as a chief Interest center. They have eagerly sought and found the new fiction which Is being written just for that Interesting teen age when life Is so full of curiosity and desire to know what other boys and girls have done to round out purposeful lives, so, for one reason or another, there have been many busy hours spent In the library by this, our highest class. We have enjoyed this new contact, and we shall miss these earnest young people next year, but, this we know, a library habit once formed Is not readily lost so we are sure they will carry with them a happy memory of Willard School Library. Miss Fisher has been ably assisted In her library work by two groups of girls, one from the High Nine Class, and the other from the High Seven No. 209. These girls have given freely of their time and have rendered most valuable service, particularly during the advisory period when as many as a hundred students make use of the library dally. These girls who have been especially helpful are Barbara Brightfleld, Jeannette Con- nick, Barbara Dean, Helen Grant, Juliette King, Mary Katharine Lee, Doris Jean Werum, and Dorothy Wilson from the High Nine; Elsie Relmers, Jean Richards, Helen Rowland, Betty Schultz, Lucille Smith, and Audrey Sorensen from High Seven No. 209, and Barbara Hansen of Low Ten. Leonard Blackford of the High Nine Class has been the faithful mall carrier for the library throughout the semester. A vote of thanks Is due to these young people for the ready and efficient service they have rendered so gener- ously throughout the term. A BOOK A book is treasure bright and new That occupies the hours. A book gives joy beneath our sun, And conquering gives new powers. A book is something made by man Whose hands have worked with care To give his thoughts in reading form For you and me to share. Esther Schmidt. THE SCOOP The Scoop Is the Willard newspaper which Is Issued six times a term. Each Issue has a main feature and an editorial as well as the Who ' s Who, jokes, school news, and sometimes a crossword puzzle. There Is also a new column, Songs and Song- birds. You may find the answers to Who ' s Who If you peek Through the Keyhole. The first Issue this term featured greetings from Mr. Hayes and the new officers of the school. The next copy was devoted mainly to the Willard sports, basketball and baseball. The following Scoop was a St. Patrick Issue. The April number was a music one. The paper of May 7th told about the Berkeley Yacht Harbor and the Aquatic Park. The last Issue of the term was dedicated to the High Nines In the hope that they would always remember Willard. For the fine editorials we must thank Muriel Porter, who has done outstanding work. We are grateful to David TakahashI for his crossword puzzles and clever Ideas In general, and to Carlos Brown for his cartoons. The Scoop this term has grown and Improved more than ever before. Due to the able leadership of Mrs. Mahoney It has become an essential part of school life and activity. Scoop Staff: Muriel Porter (editor), Arthur Morgan, Evelyn Shultis (asst, editors), Richard Reinhardt (manager), Malcolm Magruder, David Takahashi (asst, managers), Eileen Blackwell, Donna O ' Dell (society), Orva Blaine (girls ' sports). Bob Dable (boys ' sports), Ned Stroud (jokes), Carlos Brown (art), Phyllis Bliss, Bliss Burchell, Chip Cheney, Anne Cunningham, Willie laconetti. Tod Judkins, Bernal Kerwin, Helen Scott (reporters). � 22 « LOW TEN CLASS NO MOSS Ebenezer Squelch was a small gentleman who lived in a mining town at the foot of a huge mountain. Ebenezer ' s hobby and delight was proving old proverbs. One day Ebenezer thought of an old proverb so he began fo climb the mountain in search of a stone. Ebenezer hiked for days without seeing one stone. At last he got to the very top of the mountain, and there he saw a huge boulder supported by many little rocks. Ebenezer thought if he could get the little rocks out of the way the boulder would get loose. For days he worked getting the little rocks out of the way. The last rock was out, and down the huge cliff the boulder began to roll. Ebenezer ran after it, but it soon got out of Ebenezer ' s sight. He still kept racing after it, however. The boulder was rolling down the mountain with terrific force and speed. Ebenezer was puffing and panting, but he kept on running just the same. Finally the boulder neared the village at the mountain base and soon rolled and crashed through the little mining town, destroying all the houses and killing all the people. Three days later Ebenezer came puffing and v heezing into the village. There he saw the boulder lying in a gully wi th all the wreckage behind it. Ebenezer ran up to the boulder, examined it carefully, and said, Jusf as I thought. No Moss. Alvan Altman. � 23 « HEY DAY, PLAY DAY! Our annual Spring Day titled Hey Day, Play Day, Air and Screen Day was held April 23rd. At 9:30 a. m. we went to our advisories to register our presence for the eventful, happy day of fun. The costume parade and band concert marked the start of the day ' s events. Judging from the extent of the parade, it would seem that prac- tically the whole school was in festive attire for the occasion. Then followed the picture shows in No. 204 and No. 205 under the supervision of Mr. Burk and Mr. Ball. At the same time members of the Drama Club were presenting a program of one-act plays in the library, sponsored by their coach, Mr. Edwards. For the first time on Spring Day, under the leadership of Mrs. Hoskins and Mr. Baxter, two baseball games were played by the four winning teams of the school. There was a girls ' game also a boys ' . Both games were very exciting. Luncheon and the orchestra concert featured the noon period. We wish here to thank all the mothers who contributed so liberally to the success of this time and the. day. At one o ' clock all was in readiness for the crowning of our May Queen, Nancy Haven. It was a most brilliant and impressive ceremony. Miss M. Mayne was in charge of the event. Donna O ' Dell was maid of honor and Aliceday Downing was special at- tendant of the Queen. The courtiers, Charles Hanger, Kenneth Mirov, Irving Short, John Sproul, Arthur Starke, Ned Stroud, Benjamin Weir, and Bob Woods led the pro- cession. They were followed by the Queen ' s attendants, Barbara Abbott, Dorothy Betaque, Margaret Connick, Martha Crandall, Joy Drobish, Barbara Durkee, Mary Kathryn Lee, Dorenne Paris, Jewel Pendleton, Betty Platt, Muriel Porter, Evelyn Shultis, Verna Wilson, and Mary Wucher. The Queen ' s guards were next in line of march. They were Willie laconetti. Jack Lee, Ian Thompson, and Peter Olson. The fairies preceding the Queen were Elizabeth Marshall, Marianne and Suzanne Semer, and Dorothy Thomas. Wayne Travis was train-bearer. It was Mr. Clark who crowned the Queen. The awarding of prizes was next on the program, and the capable judges to whom we owe our thanks were Miss Barrows, Mrs. Tudbury, Mr. Ingle, Mr. Zimmerman, Miss Wade, and Mr. Rhodes. Prizes were given for the best old-fashioned costume to Mar- gery Rieger: to John Look as David Copperfield; R. C. Tabb, Gabriel; Tommy Boyd, Mae West; Mary Roberts, the donkey from A Midsummer Night ' s Dream ; Patricia Landregan, another Mae West; Beverly Perry, Scarlet Empress; Phillip Robinson, Ra- mona; Betty Soules, Call for Philip Morris : William Rogers, The March of Time : John Roberts, giraffe: Mary Embody and Fern Pruden, baby and nurse: Bill Werum and Burgess Woodward, Amos ' n Andy; Sylvia and Mauricia Price, Good Earth gongs; Marianne Semer and Suzanne Semer, Ramona and Felipe; Patsy Morton and Katharine von Adelung, Lone Ranger and his horse; Helen Halloran, Frances Lockwood, and Jane Anderson, Three Smart Girls, University group; Arthur Starke, Sonja Heine; Earl James, Tin Man, future radio star; Nancy Johnson, Patchwork Girl; Betty Kinsey, Anna Held; Patricia Talbot and Carol Wright, Raggedy Girls; Edith Savin, Mary Ruth Smith, and Rosemary Roland, Three Smart Girls in striped sweaters and sailor hats; Frances Rakestraw and Cathleen Burt, Mickey and Minnie Mouse. The prizes were very different this year, seventy-five screen passes to the fortunate people who won them. The picture shows were repeated in No. 204 and No. 205 for those not wishing to attend the Spring Day Dance in our spacious, new gymnasium. To the delight of the dancers there was a special orchestra composed of our own Willard boys and girls. This enjoyable dance concluded our Hey Day, Play Day, Air and Screen Day, which was an outstanding success from every standpoint. A well-planned day, thanks to Mrs. Johnson. BUCCANEERS ' GOLD The waves were lashing with fury wrought Upon the bay that many had sought, When all of a sudden there appeared A tiny galley, which many feared. Five men rowed ashore with a cask of gold. They were dark Spaniards and pirates bold. And they buried in El Cerrito Hill The cask of gold in a certain rill. Since then there grows upon that hill, Beautiful gold flowers with right good will. And many do say, as the story is told, They guard the gold of the buccaneers bold. June Coulter � 24 « PLAYING ON PLAY DAY THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BALLOON I ' m born. A small, insignificant piece of red rubber, deflated, of course, I am lying among my brothers and sisters, many colors besides mine, in a large box on board a truck. I thought I heard the driver say he is taking us to a circus, whatever that is. Anyhow, we are on our way. What ' s this? We are stopping. What a racket outside! Ah, we ' re being taken into a small tent. My, but it ' s stuffy in here. I wonder what that tunny looking tank-sort of object over there is. Say, I ' m being put on a tub. Whe-e-e-e-e! Does this feel good! I feel all round and comfy. Chesty? Yes! Inflated? I ' ll say I am! The man is taking us into a large tent now and is yelling at the top of his lungs, Buy a balloon! All colors! Make the day complete tor the kiddies! I hope that little boy over there takes me. He has! Oh, joyful joyfulness! We are leaving this tent and going into another smaller one where a lot of four-legged creatures are kept. Hey! Look Out!!! Oh, woe! The little boy has let me go! Well, I guess there ' s noth- ing to do but grin and bear it. My, but I ' m going up fast. The tent is just a speck now. Say, the air is awfully thin up here. I feel dreadfully puffy! Oh-h-h-h-h-h! I feel terrible . . . BANG! David Fulmer. � 25 « FIESTA At the awaited hour of six a. m., the eager crowds surged through the many toll gates to start upon the historic journey. The sun was brightly shining in easterly skies, but an ominous fog enclosed the massive structure from many eyes that were eagerly scanning the skyline for a glimpse of the wonderful Golden Gate Bridge. As the brightly apparelled crowds looked up into the hazy sky, they could see the tips of the mighty spans towering to greater heights than the foreboding fog itself. It seemed to those on the bridge as they looked at these gigantic masses of sfeel towering above the very sky that this was all a dream of some optimist looking into the future. The cry of the vendors awakened them from their daydream and in a few seconds the masses of humanity were wildly running and shouting to look approvingly on the wares of the vendors. All thought of this wonderful structure was cast from their minds in their eagerness to be the first to the vendors ' stalls. Soon a hazy mist settled around the huge spans, leaving only their red-colored tops visible. Even the heavy fog that blotted the sun did not daunt the many amateur cameramen, who, at every appropriate spot, would snap a hurried picture, or did it daunt the gay fiesta spirit. The crowds were eagerly chatting, excited children were asking excited questions, astounded adults gazed unbelievingly at the wonderful sight, and the old folks shook their heads, as if to say, Huh, and I thought it couldn ' t be done. Then came the younger generation, hand-in-hand, their hearts too full and happy to say much, but they must have been thinking of the tremendousness and the immortal beauty of this, the greatest structure of its kind in the world. As the shining sun sent its shimmering rays upon the hopeful people on the bridge, one could notice the brightly arrayed crowds. There were sombreros, flaming red Mexican skirts, funny little monkey-like hats set at a rakish angle on the heads of the numerous possessors, and canes, pennants, and colorful novel- ties without number. Now they could see their journey ' s end. Once again the crowds surged through the toll gates, this time eager to partake of their lunch on the grassy, sloped hills of Marin County. Here and there ran youngsters with hot dogs clenched tightly in their hands, their faces fairly beaming with the thought of sinking their teeth into the delicious morsels. Baskets were opened, lunches were gulped hurriedly down, and the long journey back was started. Mischievous youngsters filled their pockets and every available bag with rocks to cast into the swirling waters that were rhythmically splashing on the grotesquely formed rocks that lined the sandy beach. As they reached ideal places, eager hands darted into grimy pockets to pull forth rocks of all sizes. As sm all arms described a familiar arc, the gruff voice of a patrolman would be heard, but a rock was dropped, and the sound of shuffling feet would tell the officer that his mission was completed. As the last rays of the shimmering sun clothed the massive steel in unforgetable glory and beauty, weary crowds were telling eager friends of the wonderful trip. It seemed that the opening of the mighty span had not only bridged an Impregnable gap but had bridged the faith of man to a greater understanding of the wonderful age in which we live. O glorious structure, made bv hand. Your splendor seen o ' er all the land. With cables wrought in massive steel. As symbols of a man ' s ideal. Your towers gleaming in the sun. Their radiance excelled by none, With tips that touch the very sky, You ' re most astounding to man ' s eye. Arthur Starke. SPORTS Sports build character. Keep one young and gay. Bring fun and laughter. On every gloomy day. Simone Sciobereti. � 26 « UPPER DIVISION BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS— 206 LOWER DIVISION BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS— 1 13 UNLIMITED BASKETBALL 1 1 5— BASKETBALL 105— BASKETBALL 95— BASKETBALL WILLARD ROTARY BASEBALL INTRAMURAL BOYS ' BASKETBALL Room 206 emerged the victor In Upper Division Basketball for boys. The playoff was with Room 205 and an exciting game It was. The boys on the championship team secured their circle W ' s, and they are to be congratulated on their success. Room I 13 won the Lower Division Championship after many hard and well fought games, played during gym periods and after school. Upper Division Champions — 206: Park Abbott, Roy Bobo, Bob Dable, Clifford Elwood, Jack Evernden, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Mitchell Farrar, Leonard Grundell, Jack Hetfernan. Lower Division Champions — 113: Hal Rutledge, Ernie Schauppner, John Sebastian, Harold Smith, John Sprout Ned Stroud, Perry Thornton, Stuart Watterson, Van Williams, Bob Woods, Bill Wright. BOYS ' TENNIS The boys covered the courts with a speed to rival a Mercury and perfected their skill at the net and tennis In general In preparation for their meet with Garfield, but their rivals came out ahead, winning two of the three singles and one of the two doubles ' combats. It was fine playing all around, however, and the best of sportsmanship pre- vailed. Players: Donald Campbell, Chip Cheney, Melvin Gielow, James Moulton, Bob Ready, Fred Rohde, Nicholas Rose. � 27 « UPPER DIVISION BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS— 1 10 LOWER DIVISION BASKETBALL CHAMPIONS— 201 LIO BASKETBALL L9 BASKETBALL H8 BASKETBALL TENNIS GIRLS ' BASKETBALL The basketball season aroused the Interest of many fine players among the girls at Willard. In the Intermural games Room 201 won first place In the Lower Division, and Room I 10 gained the victory In the Upper Division. The outstanding High and Low Nine Teams finally met In battle. It was a struggling game from the start, but unex- pectedly the Low Nines forged ahead and victory was theirs. The girls displayed splen- did sportsmanship during and after the game as all the teams have done throughout the season. A team of selected players from the Low Ninth Grade and a group of High Eights played Garfield. The Ninths lost by one point, but the High Eights came back victorious. All the players received W ' s. The High Eights also won the Interclass cham- pionship of the Eight Grade. Lower Division Champions — 201 : Theresa Clark, Catherine CofRn, Margaret Connick, Martha Crandall, Peggy Crane, Ann Cunningham, Helen Ferguson, Virginia Gildersleeve, Edna Herrmann. Upper Division Champions — I 10: Jean Alexander, Jane Anderson, Frances Baldwin, Lenore Bellamy, June Bonnel, Cathleen Burt, Marian Cameron, Alice Cordero, Suzanne Cortes, Babs Du Puy, Shirley Engelhard, Esther Enos, Grace Gillespie, Geraldine Gladwin. LIO ' s: Eileen Blackwell, Betty Hadley, Betty Houghton, Annie Kinney, Donna O ' Dell, Winifred Scott, Evelyn Shultis, Bernice Stutt, llene Wilkinson, Georgena Wood. HP ' s: Jeannette Connick, Virginia Fratzke, Annabel Gray, Norma Lowry, Vivian Megerian, Pauline Railton, Margaret Shepherd, Barbara Smith, Ruth Vawter. L9 ' s: Alice Cordero, Shirley Engelhard, Grace Gillespie, Barbara Holmes, Yvonne Michelson, Audrey Monahan, Patricia Morton, Arllne Powers, June Setterlund. H8 ' s: Theresa Clark, Catherine Coffin, Margaret Connick, Martha Crandall, Peggy Crane, Ann Cun- ningham, Helen Ferguson, Virginia Gildersleeve, Edna Herrmann. L8 ' s: Margaret Ballard, Nelda Bonneau, Tatiana Buzanoff, Carolyn Clifford, Shirley Cooke, Ellen De Journette, Florence Duus, Annabel Elkner, Ailene Smith. GIRLS ' TENNIS On May 25th, the Willard Girls ' Tennis Team played Garfield on the Garfield Courts. It was no giveaway at any time but spirited battling from start to finish, resulting In a grand victory for Willard. Our girls returned with winnings In all of the three singles ' matches and In one of the two doubles. Players: Bliss Burchell, Jeannette Connick, Babs Du Puy, Mary Hillis, Juliette King, Nancy Payne, Elizabeth Stewart. � 28 « INTERSCHOLASTIC BASKETBALL During this term ' s basketball schedule the Willard Teams have been very successful. The 95 ' s defeated Garfield twice. The I OS ' s lost two close games to Garfield, but they came out ahead In contests with the Y. M. C. A. I05 ' s and the John Muir I lO ' s. The I I 5 ' s did not lose a game this term. They played Garfield fwice, fhe I I 5 ' s from fhe Y. M. C. A., and fhe I I 5 ' s from Piedmont with victories and heavy scores to their credit each time. The Unllmiteds played Garfield twice, winning a game and losing one. All the teams throughout the season have been very faithful In pracficing. Having the gym has Increased their fund of enthusiasm and added a new zest to competition since it offers ample space for fhe entertainment of their competitors. 95 ' s: Shlgeo 1+omi, John Oshida, Hal Rutledge, Ernie Schauppner, John Sebastian, John Sproul, Stuart Watterson, Van Williams, Bill Wright, Sam Yamamoto. I05 ' s: Sherry Edwards, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Mitchell Farrar, Charles Hanger, Hisashi Higashi, Arthur Kariya, Jack Lynch, Jack McElheney, Sumio Yoshii. I 1 5 ' s: Emerson Chapman, Bob Dable, Jack Evernden, Wayne Hooper, Fred Rohde, Douglas Sinclair, Harold Smith, Perry Thornton. Unlimiteds: Fred Beretta, Leonard Blackford, Clifford Elwood, Jack Heffernan, Walter Lucas, Malcolm Magruder, Bud Minor, John Schaub, Don Treadwell. WILLARD ROTARY BASEBALL The Willard Rotary Baseball Club is composed of fourteen baseball-minded boys of Willard. They were coached by Mr. Baxfer and showed their appreciation by having a very successful season. They have lost but one game In the B Section of the American Legion Baseball League this term and that was to the 20-30 Club. They scored victories against Taylor ' s Creamery, Berkeley Post No. 7, and the Lion ' s Club. They also finished In the lead In the league games with Garfield and Woodrow Wilson. The boys have pracficed hard, and success has been their reward. Rotary Baseball: Roy Bobo, Emerson Chapman, Bob Dable, Tom Evernden, Lynn Farrar, Mitchell Farrar, Charles Hanger, Wayne Hooper, Bud Minor, Alfred Montana, Fred Rohde, Ernie Schauppner, Douglas Sinclair, Harold Smith. GIRLS ' BASEBALL Every girl that went out for baseball fhis ferm was awarded with games packed with excifement, fine spirif, and the best of play. Picked feams played Garfield with laurels for fhe Low Tens and High Eights but defeat for fhe Low Nines by a narrow margin. Thus concluded a most successful season of real sporf and keen compefitlon for the girls of Willard. LIO ' s: Adele Arey, Betty Houghton, Annie Kinney, Hideko Kuroiwa, Jean Rouse, Winifred Scott, Bernice Stutt, llene Wilkinson, Georgena Wood. L9 ' s: Lenore Bellamy, Shirley Engelhard, Grace Gillespie, Eleanor Lamb, Yvonne Michelson, Audrey Monahan, Patricia Morton, Arline Powers, June Setterlund. H8 ' s: Theresa Clark, Catherine Coffin, Barbara Durkee, Edna Herrmann, Loryne House, Merle Kelsey, Phyllis Koplan, Jeanne Le Quatte, Madalynne Lindenberg, lone Penoli, Alma Roth, Lillian Sholin. A HIT Yes, the score is two to two. And the game is nearly through. I ' m at the bat, the count is one; It ' s up to me to make a run. Ouch! that hit me on the nose. But I mustn ' t lose my pose. Here comes the next one fast and true. I ' ll swing at it, that ' s what I ' ll do. Oh, a hit! That ' s true, yohoo! Guess I ' ll run and see it through! Now I ' m home, the crowd is cheering! The game is won, and dusk is nearing. Anna Lea Lloyd � 29 « THE BULLY ' S HOMERUN Hey, fellows! Guess what! yelled Mat Hendricson, running toward a group of sturdy looking youngsters sitting on a curbstone. Mom gave me a couple of bats and baseballs for my birthday. She says they ' re for our club. Gee, swell. Mat, said Jack Randall. Now we can have a real baseball team. The Star Baseball Team had been organized by Jack Randall, who, with the permission of his father and with the help of the other boys, had built a clubhouse In his backyard. Hey, fellows, said Chick Mason a minute later when they were going to the club- house, there ' s Dick Blackburn across the street hitting little Bobby Andrews. Let ' s get after him. You bet, responded Jack. He ' s been doing too much bullying, If you ask me. Well, will you look at that? said Chick. He ' s running away. The coward! Let him go, responded Jack. We can get him another time. Okay, agreed the rest, and so they walked back to little Bobby. Are you hurt, kid? asked Jack. He was being kinda rough to you there. No, sniffed little Bobby, but he was tickling me like everything. I don ' t like him a bit. We don ' t like him any too well, either. Do we, fellows? said Mat. No, answered Jack, and he ' d better not try any more funny stuff either, or he ' ll get punched In the nose. That afternoon Jack, Chick, and Mat went down to the dock with their fishing poles, hoping to catch some fish. They took little Bobby Andrews along with them after getting oermlsslon from his mother. 1 Hey, look! said Chick after they had been fishing a little while. There ' s Dick over there sitting on that post. Shall we nab him? Aw, let him alone, said Jack, just so he doesn ' t start anything. They went on fishing, and nobody seemed to notice when little Bobby somehow managed to fall off the edge of the dock. Dick saw him, however, and, before the child had a chance to sink, jumped Into the water after him. By this time the others noticed what was going on. Gee, exclaimed Mat, look at that fellow swim! Say, he ' d make a swell member for our club. You bet, answered Jack, but he ' s having a hard time holding Bob. He ' s struggling too much. Gosh, cried Chick, Bobble ' s gone limp! I hope he Isn ' t — Let ' s go and pull him In, Interrupted Jack. He didn ' t like to think of what might have happened. They pulled him onto the dock, and Jack Immediately began artificial respiration. In a few minutes Bobby opened his eyes, and the boys, Including Dick, took him home to his mother. That same afternoon. In the clubhouse, all the boys clustered around Dick telling him what a brave rescue he ' d put on. Gee, Dick, said Jack, that was great! I bet If there had been any reporters on dock your picture would have been all over the front page. I ' ll say, agreed Mat, that sure was a great act you put on. I wish I could swim like you. Now that you ' re a full-fledged member of our club how ' bout doin ' a little teamwork on the corner lot. Sure, said Dick happily, and say! I ' ve sure learned something today. I ' ll never bully anybody again. And now let ' s get our baseball game started, proposed Jack. Rachel Wright. JUST CHOOSE Life is a game to be played as we will. It requires competition and the greatest of skill. Honesty, loyalty, self-control we must choose, If we enter to win, without these we lose. Jayne Marquis � 30 « YELLOW Bob was in disgrace, utfer disgrace. Here he was, the most promising member of the football team, thrown off because he was yellow. It wouldn ' t have been so bad if it were anything but that, but Coach Bill Jameson had, in front of the whole team, said he was yellow and told him not to report again until he was willing to get out and fight for the team. The root of the whole affair was the fact that last year at the end of the season they had been playing their old rival, Parker, and, in the third quarter. Bob had come out with a broken arm. The arm had healed long ago, but still with him was the memory of that awful moment when a heavy body crashed down on his arm, and a terrible pain shot through it. This year he had tried his best, but, just at the crucial moment when all his strength was necessary to make a play successful, something seemed to stop him, and he could not go through with it. y That night as he sat talking to his roommate. Stub Harris, he did not know what to do. ' It wouldn ' t be so bad. Stub, if it were only my fault, he said with a discouraged frown, but I ' ve tried and tried, and I just can ' t seem to get over it. You don ' t think I ' m yellow, do you? Well, I think that you ' ve thought and brooded so much about it that you think you can ' t, so, of course, you can ' f. Maybe it ' s true, but what can I do about it now? You can go right down the first thing tomorrow and tell the coach that you ' re going to get right back on the team and you ' re going to fight till you can ' t stand up. That ' s what you ' re going to do! cried Stub angrily. I ' m beginning to think that you are yellow just as the coach said. You don ' t understand. Stub. Why I ' ve — Just as I thought! You ' re yellow! and with that he turned on his heel and went out th$ door. Bob spent a restless night trying to decide what to do and finally, seeing no ofher way, went down to see the coach. As he opened the door, he received a none too cordial, Come in. Bob. Coach I — well. I ' ve — Yes? Well, I ' ve decided to — uh — I mean — You want to come back on the team? All right. You report tomorrow. I can ' t promise you a place in the Parker game, but report anyway. Without giving Bob another chance to talk, he turned to other work. The next day, as the coach had said, Bob was not in the starting lineup, and he won- dered if he would ever have enough confidence in him fo let him play again. The first half of the Parker game was not exciting and neither team even threatened the other ' s goal, but, at the beginning of the second half, as the grey shadows were stretching their dark fingers across the great bowl, a close observer could see that some- thing was going to happen. On the faces of fhe members of each team was a do-or-die expression, and still ringing in their ears was the word of their coaches, Score! Score they were going to if they possibly could so at the kickoff fhere was an under- current of excitement in the brightly colored stands and everyone felt that now he would see some football. Through all this Bob sat miserably hunched on the bench. If only the coach would let him play, he ' d show them he wasn ' t yellow! Even though he could not help seeing the many appealing looks Bob cast in his direction. Coach Jameson ' s face remained stony. The contrast between the first and second halves was amazing. Neither team had ever played such football, but still, neither team scored. Then in the last part of fhe fourth quarter, the break came. There was only ten minutes to play. It was Hilton ' s ball on their forty-five yard line. The man who took the ball dodged into the clear and seemed certain to make a good gain. Then it happened. He slipped on a damp spot and fell heavily. As he fell, the ball bounced from his arms and into those of another player, and, before anyone knew what happened, he was down the field and over the goal line, putting Parker six points ahead with only nine minutes left to play. The man who had fallen turned out to be Injured, and, as they carried him off the field. Bob half rose from the bench and looked pleadingly toward the coach, hoping against hope that he would let him play, let him show that he wasn ' t yellow. If only he would let him go In and fight till his legs buckled beneath him! Finally Bob heard the joyful words, ”0. K., Bob. Set In there, fellow, and fight! Boy, just watch me! cried Bob as he dashed happily out onto the field. Now he would show them what he could do. The conversion failed, but the other team was still six points in the lead, and It was a discouraged hlilton team, with the exception of Bob, that lined up to receive the kickoff. It was Bob who caught the ball and twisted and dodged into the clear. Before he was downed, he fought his way thirty yards up the field. Time and again Bob took the ball, and time and again he crashed through the line for gains. Bob ' s new spirit seemed to be caught by the others, and It was a new Hilton that, as the minutes ticked away, began a slow but steady march down the field. Finally at the ten yard line they were stopped. The other team seemed like a granite wall. Their only alternative seemed to be to kick, and they were about to do that when Bob Intervened. Fellows, he said, we ' ve just got to at least tie the score. A kick won ' t do. There ' s just one minute to play, and. If I don ' t make a touchdown, there ' s just enough time to kick. Just give me one more chance. As Bob stood there waiting, he wondered If he could ever do it. If their opponents had held them for the last two downs, why wouldn ' t they do it again? His team ' s last chance rested upon his shoulders, and he wondered If he could ever go through with It. Finally the ball was centered to him, and he was off like a shot. He saw a tackier coming toward him, but a quick side-step put him out of the way. There came another, and he felt a hand scrape his leg. He dodged, twisted, side-stepped, and sometimes almost went down, but, although It seemed almost Impossible, he still kept on going till there was only one man between him and the goal line but this man was coming straight toward him. Bob twisted desperately, but the man caught him about the hips, trying to pull him down. Still Bob struggled on, almost _carrylng the tackle with him. He stumbled, almost went down, but again he was up. This time he shook the tackle loose and staggered over the last white line, tying the score 6 to 6 just as the timer ' s gun barked to end the game. As Bob stood ready to try for the point that would win the game, he felt strangely calm. He had brought his team out of certain defeat and proved that he wasn ' t yellow, a nd now he was sure that he could make that point. As he kicked, a hush lay over the great throng. Then a shout rose from every throat as the ball shot straight and true between the two white posts. The next thing Bob knew he was on the shoulders of his teammates amid the excited surging crowd. The final triumph came In the locker room when they were dressing. You all know what I said to Bob, and there ' s no use repeating It, but I want you to know now that I take It all back and fully apologize for everything that I said. With that Coach Jameson walked across the room and shook hands with the embarrassed but happy Bob. Gilbert Cross. THE WHITE WOLF The Shoshone Indians were having a lot of trouble with a wolf. No one had ever seen him because he raided at night. The watchman said he was white. Red Deer and Black Crow set out to find him. Five days after they left, they found some huge tracks. They were as big as bear tracks. These they followed for ten days. On the tenth day they were attacked by a grizzly bear. Black Crow shot, but his arrow only pierced the bear ' s shoulder. He shot again and still the bear came on. Red Deer was about to shoot when the bear fell dead from loss of blood. The two hunters went on and soon came to some steep mountains. On the way up they were attacked by the wolf. Red Deer got a lucky shot and killed him with one arrow In the head. He had killed the White Wolf. Robin Doughty. 32 HIS MISS HIT Harris, warm up! Jimmy, sitting on the bench, was conscious of rude nudges and punches that interrupted his daydreams. Startled, he looked up and heard the coach call him for the third time. Leaping up, he trotted briskly up and down the field a few times and then, grabbing a mitt, he began to pitch a ball to another sub. While the comfortable smack of the ball hitting the mitt jarred his arm and he sent it back in harmonious rhythm, his heart was dancing within him. Would he be sent out on the field to pitch in the game of the season? It was too good to be true! Moreover his best girl was sitting up in the bleachers watching. It was only the second inning, and he would have seven in which to show off. Boy, what a break! Expectantly he glanced at the coach and was rewarded by a beckoning finger. Listen, boy, the coach said slowly, I want you to go out there and play ball. I want to see you catch every fly that comes out to you. What? Down came all the castles that Jim had built. Down came all the boasts he had made to himself. Worst of all, down came his chances with the girl friend. You heard me, growled the coach who, in Jim ' s mind, had suddenly changed from a beautiful angel into a terrible ogre. And remember — try to catch the ball! Harris slumped out onto the field, his cap pulled low over his eyes, and his glove trailing in the dust. What chance did a fellow have when that fresh second baseman. Bill Grove, had already done some fast work with Betty? Dawgone! he might as well have stayed on the bench. He shaded his eyes and glanced toward home plate to see who was up. Instantly his hands turned to ice, and his mitt dropped from them. Butch Bailey, the worst and swiftest hitter on the team, was at bat. Powerless to move, Jim had a sudden premoni- tion that the ball was coming to him and that he would miss it. The sports ' papers that night carried this headline: Young Jim Harris made a sensational play this afternoon. He caught with bare hands one of Butch Bailey ' s flies! He not only put out Butch, but with surprising haste, threw the ball at the second baseman and put another player out. When your reporter went to get a statement, he found Mr. Harris with his arms in ice water up to his elbows and his poor, poor head in the lap of Miss Betty Brown. Jim, blissfully happy, had only one regret. It was that he had not hit Bill Grove at second base as he had planned. Peggy Hurt. A TREASURE LOST I am a cat two years old. I am all black with a white star on my forehead. My mistress has often called me her good luck cat. My most treasured possession is my tail, which is cut off so short that it is only about an inch long. Losing my tall was quite an experi- ence. I shall tell you about it. One day my mistress and I were reposing in the hammock. She was rubbing the back of my neck just between the ears where I like it the most, when suddenly we heard shouts of mad dog coming from the street. My mistress rose hastily to her feet, starting to run to the house, when she stopped still. I followed her gaze to where I saw a huge police dog. I was frightened, but 1 knew Instantly what I must do to save my beloved lady. I moved slowly towards the dog where he had been standing all that time just glaring at us, his huge mouth opened so as to show his large tusk-like teeth. I walked slowly up and down in front of him trying to divert his glance from my mistress. Suddenly he made a dash at me. Round and round I led him till my mistress was safely in the house. All the time the dog had been but two feet from my tall. Now with one great leap he had my tail in his jaws, biting so that I could feel the pain shooting through my body. With one wrench I was away from him and into the house. My beautiful tall had to be cut off, but the horrid dog went to the pound, and my lady told me I was a hero. Pearl To ' lakson. � 33 « VACATION VEXATIONS All of you who know our Uncle Boaz will understand and appreciate this story, because you know very well how fond he is of bossing the job when he is doing things. Well, now, it had been planned tor months, this vacation trip. At last the day had arrived. Uncle Boaz had decided on the day. Uncle Boaz had not only decided on the day, but he had decided what should go, who should go, and where everything and everybody should be put in the car. As Uncle Boaz was taking extra, super-special care as he was placing the fishing tackle and rod on top of the mattress, which was on top of the tent, which was on top of the car, as I was saying, as Uncle Boaz was hurrying and trying and grunting so hard, he was scolding and telling the others what to do for they were afraid to do anything except what they were told. They stood about the old Model T Ford, the last one on that rather modern street and one already so overgrov n that it would never get out of the garage doors without taking the doors and maybe the side of the house with it. Sallie, Sal— lee!! Did you put that new lemon squeezer in? You know very well we can ' t make punch without that lemon squeezer! That is, if we can get lemons up there! VV ' ell, put it in the side pocket where we can get at it. What? The pocket is already full? Well, take out something! John, what in the tarnation are you doing there? My electric train ... I thought . . . John never had a chance to finish. What in thunder would you do with an electric train in the mountains? There isn ' t any electricity up there, and, if there was, you ' d make so much noise with that darn thing all the fish would take to their tails. Get it out of here!!! There isn ' t room for bread and butter!! Get that train out of here! Jennie, Jennie, come here! Go down to the corner and get some string. Maybe they have some twine or ropes. If they don ' t, get a ball of cord. No, don ' t mention the rope for we never returned their clothesline we borrowed when we started on our last vacation. Get a move on! Leave that doll here. What under the sun are you hanging onto a doll for? You ' re thirteen! Well, twelve then! Get on, will yal! Where are Hannah and Herbert? They ' re big enough to help. Sallie, Sal— lee! Where are Hannah and Herbert? Send those twins down here to pull on this rope! Oh, it ' s no use! It ' s broken. It ' s rotten! Gosh! Gee whiz! It ' s no use now. This rope is rotten anyway! Now, Boaz, scolded Grandmother, standing helpless, though wanting ever so much to help, don ' t you use that kind of language before these children. You know you never heard such language when you were their age. They bring home enough from school without your adding swearing to their slang vocabulary! Now what is the matter with that baby? Nancy, Nancy Lou! Go over on the other side of that car and see what is the matter with Robert. What? His foot is caught in the ropes that come from under the car and fasten the mattress on the top of the car? Can ' t you get his foot out? Try! Get him out! Sallie, Sal— lee! Can ' t you take care of that baby? Now he ' s gone and got his foot tangled under the rope I have so tight. . . . Oh, yes. I ' ll take that mattress off! It ' ll be just the fourth time. What is the matter with this family? I never saw in all my life such a lot of good-for-nothings and, ' Why, why, why? ' I ask you. Why should they all be in one family ... in this family? Why, if it wasn ' t for me we would never get anywhere. Sasha Shulgin. THE KITTENS ' STRIKE Something really Is the matter. I ' ve never seen the like. Lots of mewing, pussy chatter; The cats are on a strike! Meow, meow, the kittens say, We really think It ' s wrong For human folks are always gay While we ' re busy all day long. And if we do not catch a mouse ' Cause the mice stay hid away, We ' re promptly driven from the house To go hungry till next day. I knew the kittens were the winners So I said, Dear pussy cats. Your wages will be daily dinners If you will catch the rats. Sirkka Wuori � 34 « TWENTY-FIFTH CENTURY APOLLO This story is a resume of Apollo ' s thoughts as he drives his chariot across the sky on the nineteenth of November in fhe twenty-fifth century A. D. This new chariot sure makes life easy. You don ' f have fo worry abouf your horses running away from you. All you have to do is pull a lever, and off you go where you wish. This rockef ship does the work. Guess I might as well get going. Aurora, open those gates and tell Lucifer to get those all-night nymphs out of fhe way because I have fo gef starfed. Aurora is a nice girl, buf she puts paint on her fingers. Anyhow, her son helps me by getting those star nymphs out of my way. I can see anyfhing in the world from here. I think I will turn on the interplanetary telescope and see what ' s going on down on earth. That looks like Diana there and with a boy, and she told me she did not go with the boys! Will I give her the laugh? Who is this flying through the air with the greatest of ease? It looks like my little mischievous brother. He is probably trying to pacify Juno for Jupiter. They are always quarreling. I ' m getting hungry. I think I will try one of fhese pills fhat are supposed fo take the place of ambroisia. Gods and man expecf the im- possible these days. I am coming near Neptune ' s great domain so I think I will call it a day. Now to turn on the speed and get back to Olympus to see Jupiter about that fishing trip. There goes another day, and it isn ' t half bad being fhe sun-god with this new airship contraption. Time goes much faster now. I ' ll wager the rulers are complaining because the peasants don ' t get in enough work with this shorter day. Open those gates, Aurora: I ' m ready to turn in. Billy Thompson. AND WHY? A long time ago there was a group of very beaufiful nymphs who had but one eye in the middle of fheir foreheads. These nymphs were called Nonshyades. They had the peculiar habit of winking at handsome young men. One day, to their misfortune, they winked at Jupiter by mistake. Of course he didn ' f mind, buf, when Juno found out, she was furious. She was so angry fhat she stayed up nights trying to think of an idea fo feach those nymphs a lesson. After many moons she thought of a plan. Since fhese nymphs enjoyed winking so much, she decided to transform them all into stars. This she did, and until this day they have never stopped winking and blinking even though they must be getting very tired. Now don ' t forget you ' d better watch whom you wink at when you ' re out for a frolic. Rex Anderson. WRATH AND A PROMISE One day fhe sun was all ready fo sfart off on his flighf across fhe sky in his chariot. His steeds, however, would not move no matter how much he coaxed them. Finally, after much coaxing, one of his sfeeds gof angry and kicked him. The sun was hurf so badly that he began to cry. His tears were so great that they came down to the earth in torrents. Since then whenever the sun has cried, we have had rain. When one cries, he usually needs a handkerchief. The sun, fherefore, needed one also. He called fhe clouds to use for handkerchiefs, so fhere are clouds in fhe sky almost always whenever it rains. When a bright light shines on water, all sorts of colors are seen. Sometimes the clouds forget to aid the sun. The sun then shines on his tears causing a beautiful rain- bow to appear, a promise of joy to come. Jean Alexander. � 35 « DEAD OR ALIVE? Three solitary figures sat smoking peacefully under a giant, live-oak tree. Suddenly, one brought his chair down with a thump. Say, boys, did I ever tell you of the hunter whose ride just about equalled Paul Revere ' s? No, echoed the other two, aged men. Tell us about it, Maddock. Well, sir, related Maddock, it was on about the tenth morning of deer season, over in Pt. Reyes, Marin County. A young hunter, myself, and a native, Joe, com- prised our party. The fog had already risen off the ground, and our vision was no longer hindered. We turned our setter, Spottie, loose and commenced breaking brush. About an hour later, Spottie jumped a young buck, which immediately started for heavier brush and safety. She ' s a buck! She ' s a buck! yelled Joe excitedly. His outburst was followed by the vicious bark of the young hunter ' s high-powered rifle, and, taking almost a complete summersault, the buck flopped in a small clearing. Although the deer was still kicking, Joe straddled the vanquished forked-horn and proceeded to bleed him. All of a sudden Joe let out a warwhoop of surprise. Then began the funniest, most exciting riding exhibition I ever hope to see. There was Joe aboard the wounded ani- mal, which was half-bounding and staggering under the combined burden of Joe and the bleeding wound. Joe finally recovered from the first shock of surprise and, with the knife he somehow still grasped, started to stab the horned desperado, at the same time striving to maintain his seat. Almost as quickly as Joe found himself a jockey to the fleeing deer, he found himself suddenly suspended on a sturdy bush, while the deer lay a few yards away gasping out his last breath of life. Well, boys, drawled Maddock, what do you think of that? Maddie, said one of the figures, shaking his pipe accusingly at Maddock, if I was mayor of this here town. I ' d give you a shining gold medal with the words, ' The Biggest Gol Darned Liar in the County, ' on it and that ' s what. His friend agreed and, chuck- ling heartily, the three contented old pals continued their smoking. Fred Beretta. KIDNAPPED! The Chief slammed his fist down on the desk as he barked, This kidnaping has to be solved! Smudgle wilted under the Chief ' s glare. Now, Chief, he protested, I The Chief interrupted harshly. Smudgie, I want the Thlzzbee child returned, and I want the child ' s abductor! Twenty-four hours later, Smudgie received the congratulations of his Chief as he made his report: I first became suspicious of ' The Monk ' when the mother told about his jealousy of her attention to the child. I investigated further and found that he was missing about the time the crime was discovered. I Inquired of the whereabouts of ' The Monk ' and found he ' d been living in a little garden cottage in the back of the Thizzbee home. Receiving this valuable information, Smudgie was getting eloquent, I hurried to my destination. Upon my arrival I found I was none too soon. The child was there and had been badly mutilated. The brute nearly tore her scalp off. She ' s at the hospital now, and they think they ' ll pull her through. The doctor says she will recover, and I think you ' re the bravest man. Detective Smudgie! interrupted Marjorie Thlzzbee, her face streaked with tears. Oh, that ' s nothin ' , Margie, nine-year-old Smudge Bently blushed. I knew there would be trouble when that captain uncle of yours brought that monkey from Africa. Never mind, Margie, the toy man said he had a real hair wig, and he ' ll fix your doll as good as new. Nancy Garoutte. � 36 « TONY ' S RED SCARF Tony splashed along the path beside the railroad track through water and mud almost to the top of his boots. Tony was thinking how the rain had come down before day- light, and it had seemed as if the little house where he lived had rocked and swayed. The wind had blown a gale. Never before had Tony listened to such a storm. He won- dered if the great train bridge had been damaged in the storm, but he soon forgot this. When the wind died down, Tony had seen the sun peeping over the tree tops. Tony was on his way to the farmer ' s for the morning milk. He was walking along the railroad track because it was the shortest way. Soon he forgot about the terrible storm and began to think about school. He wished so much that he could speak English. Even if he knew a little, he could talk with the others and be happy. The other boys at school had lived in America a long time, but Tony and his family had only been there a few weeks. All the boys at school teased Tony because he wore a red scarf around his neck instead of a necktie as the other boys did. All of a sudden he sfopped in the middle of a puddle near the track to snatch off his scarf and put it in his pocket. Tony remembered that only yesterday at school he had learned that red means danger and stop, while green means go. By this time he was around the bend in the track. He stopped, for the bridge was gone! It had probably been carried away by the flood. How was he to cross? As he was thinking of whaf fo do, he heard a sound that frightened him. The morning train would round the bend any moment! Quick as a flash he took the red scarf and waved it frantically above his head as the train rounded the bend. Nobody seemed to see him, but he kept on waving just the same. Yes, there was a squeak and a groan, and the train did come to a stop. The men got off of fhe train and asked Tony questions, but he couldn ' t answer. He did not know the English language. The engineer patted him on the head and said, Mv bov, that red scarf of yours saved many lives this morning. Tony is now a grown man, and he still has his red scarf. It is a sacred thing to him. Barbara Andruss. FISHERMAN ' S LUCK At the time of fhis incident I was fishing the Merced River in the heart of Yosemife Valley. It was a very pleasant day, the majestic mountains. Half Dome and Glacier Point, looking down on me, and the waterfalls glisfening in the sunlight. All this seemed as if it were a painting from a book of fairy tales. The stream was clear. I waded in, the water coming up to my knees. Then I fixed my rod, casf it in, and drew it along the ripples. After an hour of this I had four good- sized trout. Downstream I could hear rapids. There might be pools there, an excellent place for fishing, so I followed the bank and soon came to the rapids. Nearly a mile from where I had been, I found a deep pool. Something flashed in the water and attracted my attention. I watched closely. Then I could see a fish, the biggest trout I had ever seen in these waters. Quickly, but quietly, I brought my rod into action. I tried salmon egqs, spinners, bacon. Finally all but one of my flies had been used. I had spent three hours trying to hook him and was greatly discouraged, but as a final try I brought out my last fly, a Royal Coachman. I cast it in and on the third cast he struck and what a strike! I played out a little line, then reeled in quickly. This v as a record catch. He must have weighed five pounds easily. After tiring him considerably, 1 reeled in closer so I could get him into my net. Suddenly he flipped onto a sandbar behind me. I turned around. To my amazement I saw a bio bear, who apparently had been watching me ' hthout my noticing him. stoop over and with one swipe of his powerful pa ' scoop up fish and line. For a moment he looked at me, then slowly turned and walked off, eafing my fish. Van Williams. � 37 « JUST A DOG It all happened so quickly I didn ' t realize that I was alone in the world, homeless, tired, cold, and friendless. I remember now I was born in an old barn. I was the only one left out of six pups. I remember my mother lying stretched out on the hay deadly still, but I recall nothing before then. I traveled all night through dark forests with the rain and wind beating down upon me, slipping and falling on rocks, and stumbling through briers which cut into my flesh agonizingly. Soon I came upon a spring, and, after drinking my fill, I staggered on and on through darkness, kn owing not where I was and caring little. When morning came, I found myself lost in a steep range of mountains probably many miles from civilization. The morning was clear after the rain of the night, and the sun was shining brightly. By this time I was almost dead from hunger. Was I dreaming? It couldn ' t be true. But, yes, I did see a ranch house not a half a mile away. This gave me new hope while I staggered on. New strength seemed to come to me. Surely there would be someone there, maybe those two-legged animals that had come and carried my mother from the barn before I had run away. Soon I arrived there, but it seemed so quiet, as if no one lived there. I ventured a little closer and stood on my hind legs against the door. Then suddenly everything went blank in my mind. I must have fainted from weakness. When I awakened, I looked at my strange surroundings. I was in a large room, on a woman ' s lap. There were many two-legged animals that you call people standing around me. She was nursing my wounds and feeding me warm milk, which felt so good that I could have yelped for joy. The next day I was given a warm bath and scrubbed with brush and soap. I was put on a towel out in the sun. She was there with me, rubbing my neck. It has been five long and happy years since then. We were just going out on the range. I was running along beside her horse when I got the scent of an enemy animal. We were turning a corner around some huge boulders when it came stronger than ever. I ran ahead, and she, guessing that something was wrong, called me back to her, but I went on, regardless of her calling. I turned a curve in the trail when suddenly a huge grizzly jumped out in front of me and struck me on the back, sending me flying against a tree. Her horse, getting the scent, reared and slid down a small incline, throwing her from his back. I was up again in an instant and at it again, attacking from the rear this time. I bit into his flesh, making him more angry than ever. He decided that he had had enough and ran rapidiv through the woods to get away. I chased him a little way, but I turned back to see if she were hurt. She had gotten back on her horse unhurt, and, when she saw me, she called me to her frantically and galloped away toward the ranch. When we arrived, she picked me up and, holding me in her arms, ran into the house weepino. When her father heard the story, he made her promise never to go into the thicket again alone. I am sure that I will spend the rest of my life on the ranch with her and her father and kind friends. Virginia Gildersleeve. BOXES I have a small and wooden box Crammed full of many things: A wilted rose, some silken dust, Blond hair that curls in rings. But ah, the things within this chest Play each a different part. They are the keys that open up The box that is my heart. Sunsets red of beauty grand Are locked within this chest; Mountains tall, with jutting crags Whereon my soul does rest. My wooden box is dear to me. From it I ' d never part, But dearer than this bit of wood Are the keys that unlock my heart. Ann Martins. � 38 « THE WINNING RUN Well, said Sam, I surely hope we win today. Me, too, replied his chum, Joe Scott. Thus the conversation went as the automobile in which the boys were riding sped swiftly on toward Potterville. This was the day of the big baseball game between the Norhill Academy and Potterville High School. On arriving at their rivals ' school, the Norhill boys immediately disappeared into their selected shower and dressing room from whence they soon emerged togged up in the blue and gold uniforms of their school. Nor was the Potterville team to be behind for they shot out from their dressing room wearing the purple and white of their local high school. After a short warmup the two teams took their respective places, Potterville at bat and Norhill in field. The score was first in favor of one team and then the other until the last inning when Potterville recorded several runs, making the score; Potterville 6, Norhill 3. It now came Sam ' s turn at bat. The bases were loaded and there were two outs. Calmly he picked up the bat, leaned over the plate, and faced the pitcher. The latter took his windup and then zip! directly toward Sam came the ball which developed into a neat outshoot. Sam swung but missed the bill with but an inch to spare. A murmur passed through the crowd, and once more Sam faced the pitcher, this time with a more determined look on his face. The pitcher took another windup and then swish! through the air shot the ball. Just before if reached the batter, it made a pretty dew- drop. Sam swung, but the missile popped loudly into the catcher ' s mit. Sam had but one strike left, and this strike could win or lose the game. For the last time the pitcher wound up. This time straight and fast came the ball. Sam swung with ail his might, and a loud smack of wood meeting leather followed. Five fhousand fans rose to their feet as the ball sped through space far over the right fielder ' s head and Sam raced around the bases to cross the home plate into the waiting arms of his cheering comrades. The score now sfood: Norhill 7, Pofterville 6, and so, indeed, Sam ' s wish had come true. Richard Nicholson. RICKY Ricky was a young colt, the son of Bunny, one-time winner of the Kentucky Derby. When Ricky was born, he was quite frail, but he began to gain weight until he became a full-sized horse. He was given to ten-year-old Jimmie Rogers as a birthday present and from thaf time on they were inseparable pals. For a while it was planned to train Ricky to be a race horse, but that idea was abandoned, much to Jimmie ' s delight. One day, while Jimmie was riding his horse, clouds began to gather, and the rain started to pour down in torrents. Ricky at once knew that it was his business to get his master home safely. They were quife a way from home so Ricky began to run as he had never run before. After about an hour of good hard riding, they arrived home only to find thaf Jimmie ' s parents had gone out in search of him, and the house was locked. Jimmie, however, managed to get into the house and start a fire so thaf he might get dried off. When his parents came home, he had developed a severe cold which later turned into pneumonia. As the Rogers family lived on a ranch, fhe nearest doctor was twenty miles away. Due to the hard rain, it was impossible to use an automobile. Finally, Mr. Rogers had the bright idea of sending Ricky fo the doctor with a note. Ricky, who had been there many times before, knew fhe way perfectly. After a couple of hours of resfless waiting, they heard a noise outside. Mr. Rogers opened the door and much to his delight saw the doctor standing by Ricky ' s side. The faithful horse had saved Jimmie ' s life, and he knew if. From thaf time on Ricky was the most prized possession of the Rogers family. Don Wellington. � 39 « A FLIGHT The air must have felt miraculously invigorating to the pigeons as they flapped off Into the blue void above. It was only a practice flight, but the homers did not know it. Their whole heart and soul seemed to be urging them homeward, or perhaps they might have stayed awhile to frolic in the sweetly scented country air. One pair of birds in particular was doing its utmost to get home as quickly as possible because there was a little squab anxiously awaiting its parents ' arrival. They had out- distanced the other birds from the start, and had been winging their way over a beau- tiful valley for some time. The world seemed indeed a wonderful place as they began ascending the foothills of a local range. All of a sudden the peacefulness was shattered. A third bird was trailing behind them, a flapping, swooping terror, a pigeon hawk. The birds first tried to outdistance him, but to no avail. Attempts to dodge away from him were unsuccessful. He was always close to their tails. Finally, their pigeon sense told them to fly as far and as fast as they could In the event that something m Ight happen to the hawk. They were making speed. A speedometer would have clocked them at over sixty miles per hour. It was speed brought on by love, hate, and terror mingled together, but it could not last. They seemed to realize that. They were rapidly becoming exhausted, and still nothing had happened to the terror behind them. Suddenly the male dropped back, not that he was forced to, for he was a strong bird, but drop back he did. The next Instant a squeal of pain met the hen ' s ears. She did not look back. She knew what had happened. She now flew mechanically on through a world of darkness, lighted only by the flicker of a squab in a nest that seemed so very far away. John Roberts. LET ' S CELEBRATE For several years the jewel had been missing. It was a large, blue-white diamond worth a considerable fortune. To Jake and Sal Calhoune it would mean bread and butter, bread and butter that was needed so very badly for them and for Jake, Jr., but It had disappeared one day from its shiny little case, disappeared ten years before Jake and Sal had been married. Then It had been a piece of bad luck. Now, when they thought of all It could mean to them. It was a catastrophe. The jewel was an old family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. Sal ' s mother and grandmother had had it, but now it was evidently gone for good. Sal and Jake had ransacked the old Benedict house before it had been torn down, but to no avail. The only evidence left of Sal ' s former wealth were the few attractive dresses in her meager wardrobe. There was one dress In particular that Sal loved. She wanted to have It made over and now, after a lot of saving, she felt that she could afford It. Carefully she took It off the hanger and laid It gently in a box. The dressmaker first took in the seams for Sal had grown thinner. Then she ripped the hem. It was a little uneven, and, besides, dresses were shorter this year. Suddenly she stopped, and pins flew from her mouth in all directions. Well, of all things, was all she could say. Sal gave a little cry and stooped excitedly to the floor. Then she carefully pocketed a bright object. Where did that come from? the dressmaker inquired. I ' m not certain, Sal replied, but I ' ve a hunch my younger brother, he was a demon when he was small, sewed It in the seam for a prank to scare everyone and then forgot where he ' d hidden It. He was rather absent-minded. Then Sal excused herself. She made two phone calls. First she called Jake, then the butcher. Give me two extra thick steaks, she said. Betty Udall. � 40 « THE CHAMPION It was the last quarter and the Columbia boys were ahead by a score of six to nothing. The boys of Harvard were having a tough time of it without their star, Jack Brown, who had been missing since the day before. Jack, it seems, was sitting in his room after practice when two men with six-shooters in their hands broke in. These men belonged to a ring of gamblers who had placed all their money on Columbia. They knew that without Jack the Harvardites wouldn ' t have a chance of a victory. Jack, a prisoner in his own room a short distance from the playing field, sat listening to the game, and, at the same time, trying to plan some way of escape from his prison. Finally, an idea dawned upon him. He thought if he could only get to the kitchen he could ju mp from there to the root below. Gaining the permission of his captors, he was soon in the kitchen, praying his plan would work. After taking a long chance, he made a wild jump and landed safely on the roof. Then he ran to the street below and called a taxi. Making a wild dash down the road, he was finally at the playing field. Running to the locker room, he thought that he would never get dressed. He was soon on the field, however, and in the game, but with little hope of success. With barely a minute to play. Jack called a wild end run, but, after only a few yards ' gain, he was quickly brought down. With only one last hope, he called for play 54, a pass from the halfback to himself. Rushing out of the huddle, the team was quickly up to the line, and the ball was centered. The halfback received the ball and with one last chance threw the ball as far as it would go. Jack, running down the other side of the field, saw the ball coming and, making one last stab, brought the pigskin down over the goal for a touchdown and tie score. Jack had one last chance to break the deadlock. Calling for a drop kick, the ball was centered. Fumbling it for a moment, he let it fall, kicking it at the same time through the goal posts and to victory. Soon Jack felt himself lifted into the air and carried away the hero of the day. Columbia had met with defeat and the wellders of six-shooters as well. Bob Dable. MY MOTHER Where In all the world can I find, One to me who Is so kind, One to whom I may go with my fears, One who will always dry my tears. One who Is smiling the whole day through. Always ready to listen, too, Always eager to lend a hand. Always able to understand. The depth of whose love I cannot guess? The best of mothers I possess. Louise McKenry. MY HERO My greatest hero is my father. Although he has not made the headlines of the papers, he has saved many lives. He is a doctor. One thing I like about my father is his dis- position. Once he did not get home for his dinner until twenty minutes of ten, but still he was cheerful. His abilify to be cheerful even when the going is rough marks him as a fine man. His cheerfulness carries to others and makes them happy, too. His willing- ness to help people and his ability to make them happy are the flnesf qualities any hero could have. My father works tirelessly and witho ut thought of himself, receiving his reward in the great number of friends he has made through his kindness. He is especially kind to children, his chief prescription being lemon drops and ice cream. Although he is very much Interested in medicine, he finds time to enjoy outdoor sports. I only hope I can be as fine a man when I grow up as my father is today. Chip Cheney. � 4 1 « PEGASUS METAMORPHOSED One day while Pegasus was on one of his carefree jaunts, he was gliding along near the earth when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. What was the matter? Nothing could have seriously happened to this winged steed who was perfect in stature and health, but yet, some strange force was working on Pegasus. He felt his wings broaden out. They grew stiffer and longer and seemed a great deal heavier. At the same time his body grew longer, tapering to a tip where two small fins and a rudder sprouted out, while his head was transformed into a round blunt nose with a very heavy object set in the tip of it. His two hind legs disappeared, and in their place a small tail skid formed. The two front legs became numb while a wheel formed on the ankle of each leg. His body was gradually becoming a great mass of metal, linen fabric, and wood. Thus was born Aeroplanus, the modern winged god of the air. While all this strange transformation was taking place, many people on the ground looked up with utter amazement at this strange creature coming down from the skies. The bird side-slipped and came in with a three-point landing in a field near the small village. Everyone who had watched this spectacle was rooted to his spot, and no one had courage enough to venture forth and investigate this queer bird, as they called it. No one made any effort to go near that night, but on the next morning a certain youth of the village, Marcus Aviatoris by name, feeling that he would be perfectly safe, decided that he would go out to the spot where this bird was situated and examine it. When he reached the side of the monstrous body, he found a door opening on the side, and he looked within. Up in the nose of the bird there was a number of gauges, dials, and switches on a big board of a kind he had never seen before. He ventured inside and went up into this little compartment in the nose of the bird when he began working some of the controls. Suddenly his arm hit a switch, and a loud roar burst forth from the nose which sounded like thunder. For a moment he was stunned by the shock, but he finally gathered his wits and accidentally pushed down on a small lever. Gradua- ally the bird moved forward, gaining speed every moment. Luck must have been with him for, in his bewilderment of everything that had hap- pened in the last few moments, he pushed forward on a stick which he was straddling and hoping for the best to come. The tail of the bird came up, and it taxied along the ground at full speed. Then he pulled back on the stick, and the bird rose gracefully into the air, climbing every minute. After he had been in the air awhile, he found that by pushing the stick to the right and moving a small pedal at his foot to the left he could make a right turn in the air. Just the opposite movements produced a left turn. Within an hour or so he had learned a great deal about the operations of this bird, and he became used to the feel of piloting it through the air. Aviatoris finally gave this bird the name Aeroplane. Thus Aviatoris conquered and mastered one of the greatest assets of the modern world as Bellerophon did Pegasus. Merritt Neale. SPOOKS One night as I was going to bed, I heard someone plunking on the piano. I wondered who it was, because everyone had gone to bed. Finally, I summoned enough courage to go down and see who it was. When I got there, I discovered that the lamp by the piano was on, and no one was in the room. I turned out the light and went up to bed, thinking that maybe I had left the light on and had imagined the rest. The next night as I was getting into bed, I again heard the piano and the light was on. This time my sister heard it, too. We were scared, and we knew that it wasn ' t any- body trying to play a joke because both doors were locked. The next night we decided to hide behind the couch and try to see who it was. We waited and waited, and finally, just as we were going to bed, because we were getting tired of our cramped position, we looked up and saw the family cat walking on the piano, with her head cocked on one side as if enjoying the music. She had previously been playing with the chain from the lamp and in doing so had turned it on. Peg Nickell. � 42 « JUST AN ACCIDENT Wham! A bull ' s eye, yelled freckled-faced Jimmy to his red-haired brother Mickey as a stone flew gracefully In the air, knocking down its target, a dilapidated tin can perched on the fence. Let me try now. Jimmy Carrol picked up a large stone and shot a wild throw at the can, but it sailed right past the goal. Just then an excited man with his hat pulled down, covering his face, appeared on the other side of the fence unaware of the oncoming stone. It hit him on the head, and he disappeared from view. Paralyzed with fear, the two boys stood staring at each other, but only for a second, and they were off like lightning for their home, leaving the victim of the stone. Arriving home, they went to their room and Imagined all sorts of disasters as a result of the throw. At dinner the brothers hardly ate anything and were unusually quiet, much to the surprise of their parents. While In the act of swallowing a huge slice of formerly mouth- watering strawberry shortcake, which today was very tasteless, the doorbell rang. Mr. Carrol went to the door and returned to the table to get Jimmy and Mickey, who had strangely turned ghostly white. Hello, boys, came the cheerful greeting as they entered the living room. What have you been doing this afternoon? asked Mr. Grant, the chief of police. Uh, oh, we were playing In the lot by the Jones ' store, replied Jimmy truthfully. You hit a man with a stone didn ' t you? Don ' t deny It, he continued as there was no reply. John Jones told me he saw you do It. Y-y-yes, I did, answered Jimmy guiltily, but I didn ' t mean to. Well, I came to thank you for your help. That man you hit was escaping with ten thousand dollars ' worth of stolen jewelry, but the rock stunned him, and It gave us just the chance we needed to catch up to him. Thanks to you, we captured him. 1 want to give you a reward, and here It is. He handed Jimmy an envelope, and Jimmy excitedly opened it. Gee, a ten-dollar bill! he exclaimed, as he stared at It wide-eyed and bewildered. Gladys Hayashi. A FOREST MELODRAMA Last year my mother, father, and I spent our vacation in Sequoia National Park. My father ' s very fond of fishing and each day left our camp to hike up the streams. Some- times my mother and I would go with him, but sometimes we would stay in camp and just sun ourselves. Near our camp there was a stream, quite large and very clear. It ran In a series of cascades, and I would sit on a dry rock below one of the small waterfalls. The rocks were very smooth and white, worn by the water. I sun-bathed there and enjoyed watching and listening to the water flow past me. One day when I was seated on a rock below the waterfalls, I was startled by hearing scurrying noises and seeing little rocks pushed out of some bushes on my right, a few feet up the bank. Then out of the bushes burst a little animal shrieking. At Its heels a larger animal was bounding. He had |ust set his teeth Into the little fellow when they whirled past me. The victim looked like a grey squirrel of the region, and the hunter looked like my aunt ' s mink neckpiece. The waterfall fell over the rocks Into a small dark pool, and over this edge plunged the two animals. I sat very still, wishing they hadn ' t seen me. The water subsided and two sleek heads appeared. The pursued paddled to the left, rushed out of the water, and off Into the safety of the bushes. The pursuer paddled out to the right bank and likewise disappeared. I imagine the fear of one and the fury of the other had carried them off the high bank before they knew it. In reality one was probably as afraid of me as the other, but I like to think of myself as a savior to the squirrel and a villain to the mink. Patsy Morton. � 43 « FOG A dull gray fog hangs low The things you see are blurry, Over the castle wall, You think a tree a tower. And though it drops minute by minute. So calm, so quiet, so still. You never can hear it fall. A minute seems an hour. You know the tree is swaying. You see its form in the gray, You hear the water lapping The silent night away. Isabel Blythe. JUST IN TIME Dad, come here quickly! cried Jerry Davis as he pointed excitedly to a small, huddled shape lying In a dark corner of the barn. It ' s a puppy. It must be poor Lassie ' s. Lassie, the family dog, had been killed by an automobile that morning and, unknown to the Davises, she had left a tiny, shivering puppy lying on a bale of hay in the barn. Jerry bent down and picked up the furry ball that was Lassie ' s puppy. Dad, he asked, hugging It against him, may I have him for my own? From that day on Jerry and his dog Prince were pals. One hot summer day, about a year later, Jerry, a tall sunburned boy, and Prince, a large white collie, were tramping through the fields side by side, when suddenly the dog stopped. FHe raised his nose to the wind and sniffed. Then he turned to his master and growled. What is it, old boy? What ' s it about? Jerry asked, but, since he couldn ' t find out what was disturbing Prince, he started off again, whittling as he walked. Jerry was about to turn back when he noticed a peculiar smell in the air. The brush and dry grass were on fire! Quickly he turned and started running for the ranch. Prince, trotting behind, saw his master stumble and fall to the earth, where he lay still. The collie approached the motionless body and sniffed it. Why didn ' t his friend get up? Prince was puzzled. He glanced up and saw the flames coming closer and closer on all sides. His instinctive fear of fire and his love for Jerry left him undecided. He circled the Inert form once or twice. Then he seized the boy ' s straw hat In his mouth and cautiously approached the fire. After a hurried glance at his master, he plunged Into the flames at a quick trot. The terrible heat scorched his sleek coat, but he never faltered. Darting this way and that, he finally left the burning brush behind, too weak and exhausted to go on. After a short rest he stumbled to his feet and walked on, urged by sheer will. Ten minutes later Prince pushed open the screen door of the farmhouse and dragged himself In, whining loudly. Mrs. Davis hasfened to the side of the torn and bleeding collie, who collapsed at her feet. After one look at the hat In his mouth she called her husband. Scarcely three minutes had passed when Mr. Davis and two farm hands were off to save Jerry. That night at the Davis ' dinner table there were as usual three people for fhe men had arrived In time to rescue Jerry from the flames. He had been stunned by his fall, but by nightfall he was as strong as ever. He suddenly got up from the table and went over to Prince, who was lying In a corner, covered with bandages, but wagging his tail, nevertheless. Old boy, said Jerry, as he knelt before him, I ' ll be grateful to you as long as I live for it ' s not every boy who has a dog that can save his life. Cecilia Fowler. THE MISSION That old, gray mission on the hill; I hear the call of vespers still. Across a colonnade, a wall; Beyond, the palm trees green and tall. The towers rise against the sky; The evening anthems fall and die. The twilight fades into the night; Faint orisons arise for light. Bob Brewer. � 44 « A GARDEN SCENE I have a picture on my wall That shows a garden scene, Tall hollyhocks against a wall And oak trees darkly green. There is a winding flagstone path With flowers of every hue, Yellow daisies, purple stock. And larkspurs pink and blue. And sometimes on a winter day When clouds hang dark and drear, I look into this picture bright And think that spring is here. Nancy Oliver. ODYSSEY OF THE BROWN FAMILY Br-r-r-r! Bang! Sput-sput! The motor of the Brown family ' s dilapidated conveyance was stalled. Mr. Brown with a groan got out for fhe fhird fime to crank the car. This time the motor kept going, and with cheers and sighs of relief from the neighbors the Browns were off to Aunt Minnie ' s for fhe summer. Mr. Brown and litfle Willie, the neighborhood nuisance, as were the whole Brown family for fhat maffer, had demanded that the family go to the mountains, but Mrs. Brown favored fhe seashore. After a long and heated argument they decided to com- promise and go to Aunt Minnie ' s farm. They were well on fheir way when Mrs. Brown gave a cry of despair. Oh, William, she said, I forgot my new spring dress. We ' ll have to go back for if. Yes, my pet, sighed Mr. Brown as he turned the car toward home. The neighbors had been rejoicing because the Brown family had left, but, when they heard the backfiring of fhe Browns ' broken-down car, they gave a cry of despair. They soon realized, however, that Mrs. Brown had forgotten something, as she usually did. After finding a few more things that she had forgotten, Mrs. Brown walked out to the car, heavily laden with extra clothing. She made room for these garments by remov- ing little Willie from his seaf on the top of an oversfuffed suitcase to a position between two more suitcases on the back seat. At last they were off again, but, before they had gone far, there was a loud bang! The right front tire was flat. Mr. Brown struggled vainly to hold the car on the road amid the excited screams of Mrs. Brown, but it was no use. They ran Into a fence at the side of the road and Into a field of caftle. Hastily Mr. Brown pushed the car back onto the side of fhe road as a bull was rapidly advancing foward fhem. The bull, finding that Mr. Brown, Instead of running, was heroically brandishing the spare tire in defence of his wife, walked off. The tire, having been fixed, fhe Browns ' car jerked ahead, and they resumed their journey to Aunt Minnie ' s. Bill Silver. THE BRUTE They had been having trouble for a long fime, buf if had been getfing worse lafely. One night when he came home from fhe office early and gof ready fo go ouf, she refused to go. He coaxed her, but she still refused fo go. Affer an hour or so he naturally began to get mad. Finally he lost all patience and temper. He was so mad he stepped on her, and she let out a blood-curdling yell. She still refused fo go. Now anyone thaf can take this can take it, and anyone that can take it would have to be able to take it, fo take this. Again he stepped on her, and she let out another yell. After this she had begun to weaken a bit. Only a bit, though, because she could take if, or did 1 say that? Again he stepped on her, and she let out a dull groan. After this he went so far as fo choke her, and she let out a strange gasping sound that sent cold chills up and down your back. When he be gan to step on her and choke her at the same time, she gave forth a sputtering sound. Now after so much rough treatment you would think anyone would give in, and she did. She started like any new model and sounded like a million, and he was able to get there on time. The old car was not so stubborn after all. Cullen Chapman. � 45 « ALL FOR NAUGHT It was a hot, lazy, summer day as Ruth and I basked on the porch of the farmhouse. For some crazy reason, Ruth got the idea that she wanted to climb one of the hills that enclosed the valley. Not me, I stated firmly. It is too hot. Ten minutes later, however, we were climbing the hill. The real reason I hadn ' t wanted to go was because this was quite a rattlesnake country, and I ' m not too fond of snakes. I wouldn ' t think of telling Ruth this, though, for she ' s my elder by two years, and I didn ' t want her to think I was afraid. Steeper and steeper, and hotter and hotter grew the climb. Sometimes we got down on our hands and knees to keep from slipping. Finally, with bruised arms and scraped shins, we arrived at the top. We scrambled atop a big boulder to rest and get our breath back while viewing the scenery. We couldn ' t have been there more than a second when we heard what we were sure was a rattler. Ruth looked at me and I looked at her, and in a split second we were half running, half rolling, half sliding down the hill. In half the time it had taken to get up the hill, we were down. Even at the bottom we kept on running. Suddenly we came to a stop. In the pasture we had to cross to get to the farmhouse was a bull, and Ruth with a bright red dress on! Hills, snakes, bulls! What next? Tired and exhausted, we flung ourselves down under a tree. That means, sighed Ruth, that we must go clear around all the pastures for they are all connected with a barbwire fence except the one that the bull guards, and I can ' t go in there. Ordinarily this wouldn ' t have been so bad, but the ranch was entirely devoted to cattle and one of the largest in the county. That afternoon as the sun was setting, two tired and dirty children arrived at the farmhouse. Land sakes, children, exclaimed Ruth ' s grandmother, where have you been? Briefly Ruth related the story. When she had finished, her grandmother laughed and said, Didn ' t you know that old bull has been blind for years? Run along now and wash up for supper. Peggy Lee Robertson. SHEP Shep, a big collie, was leading a flock of sheep up a mountainside. This was the first time he had taken them out to graze by himself. His master had trained him as a sheep dog, and now the time had come when he was to take the flock out alone. It was with a sensation of pride that he watched their progress and kept order among them. They had reached the pasture and had been feeding peacefully for some time when he sensed that something was wrong. He was not long in finding out what the matter was, for frightened sheep began to scatter in all directions. With a few swift bounds, he reached the cause of the commotion, a lean, gray, hungry-looking wolf, which had at- tacked a young ewe. With a snarl of rage it relinquished its prey and prepared to do battle. They lunged at each other, growling threateningly. For a few minutes the out- come of the fight was dubious, but Shep came out of the fray with a wound on his side and a hurt leg, while the wolf was quite dead. Shep painfully limped to his feet and slowly began to round up the sheep. After seeming ages, they were once more to- gether and started toward home. Shep ' s adventures for the day were not yet over, however, for a second and a larger wolf appeared and began to cautiously advance toward the weary dog. They were nearly together when a shot suddenly rang out, and the wolf dropped dead in its tracks. Shep ' s master was soon at his side, praising him. They hurried home where his wounds were dressed Immediately. That night Shep had an extra large amount of his favorite tidbits for dinner. He then curled contentedly up to sleep, feeling t hat he had done his duty. Robert Norlund. � 46 « SUNRISE STALLION With breathless expectancy we watched the rosy east for the first sight of a legendary Sunrise Stallion, the theme of many Ute Indian stories. Only a few had ever seen the stallion and his mares, and only these believed there was such a beast. Our hearts pounded as a faint rumble echoed across the canyon and suddenly a thundering horses swept across the horizon. In their lead dashed a majestic wild thing with head flung high. His color was the sun ' s very own while his eyes glowed like embers. We sat breathless with expectancy upon our motionless horses while this almost pious scene seared our minds, but suddenly the entrancing moment was broken. Like an evil cloud across the sun s face, a band of Ute Indians, mounted upon dark pintos, crashed from the shelter of a rock crevasse. A grinning young brave swung up a cruel looking rope, and, as it whistled through the air and settled about the stallion ' s glistening neck, he reared, pawing the air. This seemed to be the moment his enemies awaited, and his forepaws were snapped together with another noose. Thrown from his balance, he landed heavily upon his side, screaming a warning to his mares. When our minds began to function properly again, we whites tried to buy him, even threatened his sullen cap- tors, but all to no avail as he was led, still valiantly struggling, to the Indians ' camp. Late that evening a dark figure crept toward the enclosure that held captive the stallion. Deft fingers worked loose the gate and with catlike stealth the shadow moved toward the looming form of the horse. A hushed voice troubled the still night. Suddenly the animal dashed from the enclosure with a cry almost human and away to the east, where the dark night swallowed him up. With the rising sun a troop of glistening horses once again swept into view and in their lead was the Sunrise Stallion, who alone knows the identity of his liberator, but, whosoever he is, you may be sure he has been well repaid by the Great Spirit. Nancy Cox. FOR MY EYES ARE HIS EYES The day had arrived. I could not understand why I had not been taken out for my usual exercise. The attendant brought me into a small anteroom and told me to wait quietly. While waiting, I heard voices coming from the next room. Someone said that I was to have a master. A master! My heart sank. I could not bear the thought of leaving this pleasant and familiar home for some place new and strange. What would my master be like? Would we like each other? I trembled with excitement as these thoughts flashed through my mind. Then the sound of unsteady footsteps fell upon my ears. The door opened, and my new masfer stood on the threshold. I half rose, my ears pointed in quick attention. The attendant, with a few mumbled words, left us to become acquainted. He was a handsome youth, somewhat aged by the burden of blindness. His own sad- ness was so outstanding that I was abashed as I recalled my own earlier feelings. His hand reached into space, urging me toward him. Slowly I came forward and laid my nose upon his palm. A great understanding arose between us in those silent seconds. He and I were friends! Patiently we waited together as the usual last minute preparations were made. At last we started for my new home. Turning back, I saw the attendant smile as he watched the sure steps of my master under my careful guidance. Jean McCreadie. TO WILLARD With loyalty and honor Your name is fair, unblemished. To do or die for you, And your coHrs, the green and qold, We ' ll bravely float our banner Shall mean obedience, honest effort, To show our faith so true. Our best for Willard School. Dorothy Betaque. � 47 « HOME RUNS There was a little argument ' Twixt Sumlo and Art, And off came Sumio ' s big shoe, And how Art ' s head did smart. Donnie Bartlett wistfully looks Out of the window in place of his books. When he is called to answer a quiz. He looks up dumfounded and says, Gee whiz! Tom Downing: Say, Bruce, I have a tutor now. Bruce Gillespie (innocently) : Is it a trumpet or a saxophone? Edna Hag gerty: How did you get along in your examinations? Betty Jensen: Just fine except in history. Every question was about something that happened before I was born. Stanley Willett: Have you ever dreamt that your watch was gone? Bill Weik: No. Have you? Stanley: Yeah, and when I woke up it was going. Teacher (in history) : Diet was a German national assembly. Be sure you stress that point for the test. Marilyn Morshead: Well, that ' s food for thought. Simone Sciobereti (to Tybel Bernstein) : Do you want to go down town with someone, or do you want to go down with me? Teacher (in ancient history class): Dick, tell the class what you just said. Dick Duhring: Well, teacher, you said there were three Magnesias so I said there was one in Asia Minor, one in Greece, and the other in the medicine closet. Teacher (in English) : Now I hope you thoroughly understand the value of punctuation. Annie Kinney: Oh, yes, indeed, I always get to school on time. Chaperon (on the boat returning with a party of Willardites from Paradise Cove): Sit down. If another thing happens. I ' ll jump overboard. Allen Buckingham: Promise? Tom Barber (crossing Golden Gate Bridge) : Gee, but I ' m tired, and I thought a ' Fiesta ' was a sleep. Advisor: You ' re late this morning, Leon. Leon Marsh: Well, teacher, when I looked in the glass this mornin ' I couldn ' t see myself there so I just thought I ' d gone to school. Later I ' scovered that old glass had dropped out the frame. Teacher (to Don Campbell) : Do you think you have a natural bent in any one direction? Miles Cantelow: I ' ll say he has. He ' s going to be a captain of industry some day. He sure knows how to get other people to do his work for him. Said the donkey to the zebra with A switching and a snort, Well, I never, he commented, Russell Smith ' s again in court. Someone must take pity And give to Doug Sinclair, He needs them, they ' d look nifty, Bobby pins for his stray hair. Ernie Schauppner ran to base; The baseman shouted, Ch! That isn ' t base you ' re stepping on! You ' re ruining my toe! Barbara Jones (giving a report on knighthood): There were eighteen centuries of knights. Dorothy Wilson: Goodness! Was it dark that long? Teacher (in biology) : Trees contribute greatly to the heat of the atmosphere. Fred Goods: Yes, sir, the birch has often warmed me. Patsy Heaslett: Why is my diet like an algebraic equation? Betty Kinsey: I don ' t know. Why? Patsy Heaslett: Well, they both have to be balanced. Keith Davis (giving a report) : Theodore Roosevelt was a great man. The Panama Canal was built under him. � 48 « HOME RUNS Frances Wallace: The Biblical story of the creation must have been written by a baseball reporter, Dorothy Winder: Why do you say that? Frances Wallace: Well, it starts off, ' In the big inning ' . Dorothy — Anna belle — Elizabeth — Jane Disobeyed Ma and went out in the rain. Got her feet wet, got a cold in her head. Had castor oil, and was popped into bed. Jane Anderson (about to take an algebra test) : 1 hope I pass in my algebra. I ' m worried most about reducing. Teacher (while hearing Alice Arnold ' s magazine report): Timekeepers, could you tell me the time? Alien Buckingham (out of turn) : No, but there is a calendar on the wall. Butcher: Come, Arch, be lively now. Break the bones in Mr. Williamson ' s chops and put Mr. Jones ' ribs in the basket for him. Arch Sparrowe (briskly) : All right, sir, just as scon as I have sawed off Mrs. Murphy ' s leg. Teacher: Bill, please correct this sentence: ' It was me that spilt the ink in the library ' . Bill Weston: It wasn ' t me that spilt the ink in the library. Two laughing girls were jolly As down the hall they sped. They had some time for folly So one ran far ahead. The other one ran very fast And pushed her friend. For shame! Both fell entangled in a mass. Is Peggy Hurt? Does Nancy Payne? Betty Brown: You know, when I sing in public, 1 don ' t think of the audience at ail. Teacher: You ought to have some consideration for them. Teacher: For homework tonight read Chapter I of Mark Twain ' s Autobiography. Nancy Haven: Who wrote it? Teacher: John, did you open the window wide as I told you? John Schaub: Yes, I pushed the bottom part all the way up and the top ail the way down. Teacher: Isn ' t Arthur Dunlop here? I saw him yesterday. Clarence Brownlow: He was, but Nurse sent him home ' cause he ' s got the athlete ' s foot on his hand. Teacher: Are you sure you read your lesson over to yourself? Audrey Jean Myers: Yes, but perhaps I wasn ' t listening. Naylor Cole: Why is a walnut shell like a military residence? Bob Collins: That ' s easy! Because it houses a colonel. Lois Findlay: Why is a game of baseball like a buckwheat cake? Jerry Gladwin: Because its success depends on the batter. Dick Barger: I ' m willing to bet that in a few weeks there will be another rain! Fred Beretta : How do you know? Dick Barger: Why I ' m sure of it. The reign of George VI. Arthur MacGregor found a cough drop so he sat in a draft. Ellen Langley: I ' m going to see the picture that is showing at the United Artists Theatre. Helen Grant: You ' re mistaken. It says in the announcement that there are two pictures showing. Ellen: Why, no! There is only one. It says ' Tarzan Escapes ' with ' My Man Godfrey ' . Teacher: This makes the fifth time this week you ' ve been unprepared. What have you to say? Roy Bobo: I ' m glad it ' s Friday. Bill McDonald: Do you know an easy way to catch a squirrel? Leonard Grundell: No, tell me! Bill McDonald: Climb a tree and then make a noise like a nut. Hood Harris: I ' m in an awful fix. Ted Bruce: What ' s the matter? Hood Harris: I lost my glasses and I can ' t look for them until I find them. Teacher: And what makes you think two heads are not better than one? Bob Dable: Well, there would be four ears to wash. Sign on Clifford Elwood ' s door: If I am studying when you enter, v ake me up. � 49 « Q: c.. ? In V- 4 I k