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Iwttor SAN MATEO TIMES, SAN MATEO, CALIFORNIA FOK EVERYONE Vol. 4, No. 11 SATURDAY, MARCH 16, 1968 Page 1J The Magic of Observing The Forest It was a cold and windy day and a mother deer and her fawn were wandering through the forest looking for food. The air was fresh for it had just rained and most of the plants were soaked to death with water. The mother deer's concern for her fawn was very high and her head was filled with trouble.

She and the fa.wn had not had food for three days. If they did not find food soon they would probably get eaten by one of the many bears in the forest. She was getting weak and would soon pass away and the thought of her fawn in the forest alone starving like her was helping her along. She at least had ane graceful thought in mind. Before the rain had come she had taught the fawn to listen for an enemy and some of the tricks to escape from one.

Now, all she had to do was teach it to find its own food. Suddenly she heard a cracking in the bushes. She kicked the fawn lightly and a.s she ran it followed. She lead it to a clump of rocks and trees where the fawn's color blended in. Next she crept back to the trail anc 1 peered through the bushes.

In her tracks and wide awake was a bear, It was startled and it must have heard her. The bear looked about as weak as she was. This still didn't mean anything. She had seen many a bear in her life and they all looked like they sliould have passed away years ago. It started to move towards her and she turned to run.

Suddenly, her heart began to pound like it had never done before. Her foot was caught in the bushes and she was yanking wildly. bear charged after her a'nd she slipped and fell. Its large sharp nails dug into the side of her neck and the limb snapped. She was now free from the bushes but the bear was upon her.

She jumped and tried to run but she was weaker than she thought. Again the bear's claws dug into her. She began to kick wildly and managed to get his eye. The next thing that happened was a shot The bear ran and then fell some distance away. The mother doer took advantage of this and ran.

The fawn was safe but excited to see her mother return. Her mother was weak as she lay down beside her fawn and showed her appreciation for the fawn's obedience. Delihy Haack, Grade Highlands School. At the Children's Zoo: The girafe's tongue is purple. He is eating plants out of our hands.

Front with hands out: Maureen Gabbo, Don liadine, Bryan Mitchell, Marc Johnson. Parkside Kindergarten Invent a Witches Brew "You're too light for football." That's what Coach Reynolds had said. It meant that Tony Kay, Ned's bitter rival, would win the spot at halfback. Ned was in the chemistry lab of his school mixing all kinds of liquids together consoling himself with his experiments. He swung around irritably; his hand knocked over a beaker of red solution he had just mixed, splashing himself to the elbow.

Instantly he cried out. There was no pain, but all the area that was wet had disappeared. He felt his fingers. His flesh was still there but you just couldn't sec it. Reaching out blindly, he dumped a similar beaker of blue solution on the spot.

It was the luckiest choice possible. Slowly, murkily, the flesh and shirt came back. AH was perfectly O.K. Ned sat trembling. I've discovered a vanishing fluid and a restoring one! Moments later he heard a faint shout again, Tony!" He grinned.

He poured more red solution in a beaker. Slowly he began to mix it. Being a chemist (or almost) he wanted to try formula which by now was called Ned Blake's Witch's Brew or just plain Witch's Brew. a i footsteps coming down the hall toward the chemistry lab, he swiftly poured a very sma.ll amount of Brew in his hands and rubbed the liquid all over his body and also the bottles of disappearing and reappearing fluid. Just in time, for in walked Mr.

Bailey, Ned's chemistry teacher. Ned walked softly around Mr. Bailey but saw r.o implicatiion that he had been seen. He almost laughed aloud at the comic expression Mr. Bailey showed when he saw the mess Ned had made.

After awhile of watching Mr. Bailey, Ned. with a flask under each arm, slipped away home unseen. Later in his basement lab at home, Ned pondering about his discovery but i had come to no decision about what to do. All of a sudden he thought of an idea! If he showed the coach his disappearing act and told him about what an asset he would be to the team the coach would reconsider and iiit i i i i play.

The next day he approached Coach Reynolds on the field. Ned told the coach all about his discovery. He showed him he could disappear and rca.ppear because the coach at first didn't believe him. The coach was first surprised a.nd then delighted but after awhile he told Ned that he still couldn't use him because disappearing and reappearing on the field would be dishonest. Ned started away dejected and hurt.

The coach called him back and asked if he could make it into a magician's act during halftime at the games. Boy, was the coach getting excited as he went on with his plans. Ned, too, was caught up in the coach's excitement and started to plan his act to himself. After saying good-bye to the coach he went to the library of the school and looked up magicians' acts to add to his disappearing one. Next day he was all prepared when half-time came around.

The crowd of spectators really liked his acts! Tony a sensation that too, in football, but Ned wasn't jealous anymore for he had his formula for Witch's Brew, and a new career in magic, and Tony had his football! i Parson, Eighth Grade, Abbelt Junior High School. Enjoying The Beauties Of Our World As the front door shut behind me, the conformities of society, once so prevalent in my mind, completely vanished. The security blanket, so often felt in the house, unwrapped itself, leaving me to wonder about the morning, its beauty just unraveling. It took a deep breath of the air; cold and tingling, and then stepped off the door-mat onto the corpse of a squashed caterpillar. As my eyes scanned the front yard, the trees, shrubs, and freshly cut grass glistened with the drops fearly mornnig dew.

The fountain, once alive and bubbly, was now ancient and silent; green algae covering the sides of the stone structure. My dog bounded toward me as I strode down the walk. She had obviously been investigating the mud puddle in the back yard, for her paws were now mahogany brown instead of their usual frothy white. As I opened the gate, I spied the garden hose in a tangled heap. Not bothering to stoop and pick it up, I shut the gate 'behind me.

A big red monster confronted me. Actually, it was my mom's 1955 Buick Special with which she refuses to part. She calls it, "Old Suzie." My friends refer to it as. "The Mod Car," or sometimes, "The Catnaro in Disguise." I walked across the lawn and habitually tripped over the rusty sprinkler 1 head which has served us so faithfully all these years! In no end of summers, it has provided the lawn and our family with cool, clear water. Three battered bikes lay in the driveway of the house next door.

They looked forlorn and lonesome, the wear and tear certainly beginning to show. Their owners were across the street, interrogating the case of a flat ball. I continued my daily walk and cordially greeted the elderly gentleman who waits near his chrysanthemums every morning for his ride to work. I then passed a garden that looked like a replica of an African jungle. I reached the bus stop just as the machine wearily chugged up the windy hill.

After picking up other students, we rolled along the new highway which has replaced the fragrant meadow (Continued on Page J2) SPECJAJL NOTE -The participation of all San Mateo County schools, through Grade 8, will be welcomed by The Junior Times, District Superintendents and the heads of private, or parochial schools can obtain full information by address ing Mr. Walter Jack, The Times, 1080 South Bayshore, Mnlon.