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

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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

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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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THE ETRST TIME I MILKED A GOaT The folks had all gone on a vacation and I was left at hone to milk the cows and feed the horses and chickens. I didn’t like it very much, for I felt very lonesome. Mama and ■papa promises to be back in a week and so I tried to pass the time in the best way possible. Hear the cows I They know it is milking time and are marrying home. LookJ among the cows is the goat. She also feels the milk in her bag bothering her. Well I don’t know whether I can milk her because I never milked a goat before and she is uncommonly frisky. ’’Here Nanny, Nanny 1 ” Let me try to see if I can milk you. Now let me pet you, Nanny, and don’t get wild. 1 hat’s right .Nanny. Eat that mustard while I go and bring the pail. Here I am again,’ Now stand still while I milk you. The goat jumped around and kicked so that I thought she would never stop but got tired in a short time. When she got quiet I went to milk her and to my surprise she let me get a quart when bang } a kick and the milk splashed all over. I was so very angry that I could have killed her but did not give up. I tried again and again and finally succeeded in getting a half a pint of milk. Esther Cagnone A8’’’