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

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THE VALLEY OE THE MOOL . ;he hill 3 roues pi- Over the fog, a white shroud and scon to envelop all of the vegetation which repre- sents the labor time and. energy used, in the production of the abundant apples and berries. These are some of its products which insure wea-lth and bounty. Standing on the Gold Ridge Mountains (and w.,1 1 are they named) is a beautiful sight for the human eye. Here a berm patch, and there an apple orchard- As the sun shows itself the last time in the day, but to reappear again, the fog comes closer and closer and thicker and thicker. Through the trees comes the fragrant sea air, sweeter than ever. Soon the sun goes down and the fog has enshrouded everything, in the meanwhile promising its ever lasting wealth to the val- ley. Well may it be called, the ’ ' Valley of the Moon , for that is the name bestowed upon it by Jack London and by which it will always be remembered „ Alice Mark A9 5 ones When there is a witn an umbrella THE RAIL sudden cloud-burst it is fun fOvT.ttc..

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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 ’

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Every one o t o’: oofs suddenly c owe c t o : .i ' e .. .d runs for shelter. The very wise ai d lady hoists her Umbrella and says, ”1 told you so.” Votorists struggle with side curtains and tire chains. Very dignified old men become suddenly alarmed for the safety of their silk top hats and make the fastest possible pace for the nearest possible shelter. Sweet young things gaze at each other’s summer clothes and wail, ’’Oh, why did we go out at all?” The only ones who are happy are the very small children. They laugh at each other, at the rain, at everybody and everything in general and hunt for little sticks to float down the full gutters. When the rain is over people begin to come out look up in the air, hold out their hands and decide that they rail take their umbrella anyway. Paul Burnham a8 ’ a BEST This is a bird’s neatly woven nest, In which little birdies no longer rest; A heavy wind, has down it blown, And far away have the pretty birds flown ho more do they own, This nest they have sewn.