Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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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 «

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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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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 «