Burbank Junior High School - Wizard Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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Slowly you ' become leers bright, Giving leer, and less of light, Soon you will have gone apo.ee Into your o xm unk n o v . ' n o lace; And I mu at wait for the morrov, My last regret, -and greatest go r row. Marion Brazier A8 ’ IS CAMP I MG WORTH WHILE? Is camping worth while? This question is asked by many people who have not yet vitnessed a week-end in the forest. Camping, to me, is ’north while. It has its hardships, as well as its pleasures. Some people look only. for the hardships: such as lugging your food on your back; walking through mud that is knee deep; trying to make a fire in a sixty mile breeze; eating food that is full of ashes and dirt. Then night comes, to make your bed right on the ground Imagine that l Imagine also, trying to sleep with a rock, placed neatly in your back o rbe tween your shoulder blades; then after five ‘minute’s sleep, to be awakened by some (beastly rude) coyote rummaging through the empty tin cans. Camping is nothing like that. It is justashort retreat from civilization. It is wonderful at night to lie and gaze at the stars and listen to the steps or howl of some lonely coyote. A fe’ trips are bound to make anyone a lover of the great out-of-doors”. William Surges B9

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And yet while the days are cold and clear. Is yet, there much tc say, Why do we long for ' things that are dear, In such an odd and curious way? ■What will the world, do? Will she he sad and tearful? The stars in so glorious a hue. Will smile and he cheerful. Hazel Cook A7 1 THE IfORKIHC STAR hear little horning Star, How beautiful you are. Away off in the sky. Why must you stay so high? Each morn at break of day, I se 2 you fade away Gently the dawn creeps over the hills, Shedding soft lights along the rills Ear t her and farther you seem to go. But to what place, L ! d like to know. And, now that you are less entrancing, I look to see the sunbeams dancing a

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ili-Lj cjAiSOI a The )rcttj f Dovers have come out to plat Because they know ’tis the month of May And the little leaves have Begun to show In the Big trees where the Breezes Blew. how that Spring has flown away We turn our thoughts to picnics gay. The summer sun is shining Bright And the summer moon now gives us light, how it ' s Autumn and the flowers are dead, The leaves have turned to gold and red, The grass is gone and the hills are dry, And Winter will Be here By-and-By. Winter has come and the Birds have flown And there’s snow on the ground 1 frhere the grass had grown . It’s rainy and cold and the avs are drear But Spring will soon come and the skiers Be clear. Th e lma Morton A8 ’