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

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made We have now found Th:i s r e s fc o n rh e g r o un d . Of feathers and twigs it is And on a b .ran ch it is laid. Of seeds and strings And a, 11 such things. Is this little nest made. It 1 s colors will never fade. This little nest inside is so smooth. That anyone ' s feelings would it soothe; Such a neat little nest v e could not make, So let us keep it for the little worker’s sake Alice Merila B7 ’ A VACATION EXPERIENCE When we had our summer vacation, I went to my aunt’s farm to snend my vacation. .While I was there I became ac« quaint ed with my aunt’s pet horse One day my aunt v ashed the horse and put his saddle on, and my nephew and I started off, The horse was beautiful and he always tried to make himself attractive. He would never look ugly and was alwpys ready to obey

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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.

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orders. It ras a friendly horse and would hold his head erect, and look straight ahead. I reached town, end did air tne shopping ana. then parted fo ion . ' ' here vrsu dog in tne middle of the road. The horse suddenly stopped; he was afraid of the aog oe erase he was hit ten by one once. . I did all that was possible to do to start him but still he wouldn’t go, and he stood just like a statue. Then I switched him toward another road. Then he started to run me would look back to see if the dog were following him. He ran so fast that we, in the buggy, could nardly breathe. He was very excited and ran through crushes and across streams. When we reached home, my nephew and I were soaked mru. T lien my aunt unsaddled the horse, he went quietly i to tne barn and lav on a rile of hay to rest himself after the hard strugg le Mary Burda A r?t! THE GREAT GOB 11 WO RE By then tinkling fountain the potter plied His art, fib for the family royal. His wheel spun round as the pottery dried. Through evening he worked by his 1 nip’s precious oi , The cheating darkness to foil.