Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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 «

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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 «

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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 «