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

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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.

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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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Hone his faithlessness can chide ; Never was there so faithful a man; No one there was from whom he should hide, But sternly sat he his wheel beside. On the hot and hard -baked soil. And as he sat he muttered a prayer: f, Thou great god Work, to my humble prayer hark! Without thy helping hand of power, This clay-shell of mine Would ever be stark. If thou ruled not over sea and land 1 ► Hazel Powe A9 ! JUST DREAMS Sometimes, I sit and dream of a pleasant income and a cottage pleasing to the eye and well-furnished where, when tired, I could sink into an easy chair with a victrola drag- ging my thoughts to gladder times, and a speedster with which I could ride into the country and there, finding a. shady spot I could either rest or make merry. Then with the cool even- ing air against my brow, I could drive home in peace. If time hung heavy, I could go to a theater with friends and after a pleasant ride home, I would be at peace with the rest of the world. Ezra Isanberger AS 1