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

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COCOA-BET OIL ALL HOW IT IS LALE I visited the cocoa-nut oil factory not long ago and found out now the oil is made. The first thing I saw was the copra, the substance of which the oil is made. It comes mostly from the South Sea Islands. The natives are sometimes lazy and don’t gather the copra when it is time. They let it get wet and then the sun dries it. If kept too long in the sun, it is not as good as it should be. The first thing done to the copra is to have it all chopped and put in a big bin. It leaves the bin through a machine called the expeller, which presses out some of the oi 1 . The oil runs down a little trough, while the rest goes a different way to be ground as fine as meal. I saw some men at work getting the meal ready for an- other pressing. They had some trays on which a machine laid layers of meal. The men then put it between two steel rods pressing them, together with a tremendous force. This is the last pressing since all the oil has been extracted. The meal is fed to cattle. The oil is used in hucoa Butter, soa.ps and many other products p- Ivan Lawrence B7°

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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’’’

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3 POOR PROmTIE H Don ' t you know dear child, :: said Mama Monkey to Brown ie s I think you ■ would he prettier if you were wh i t e ! 51 Suddenly, she spied a Bucket of wh it e paint, v wh ich one of the sailers had left on the deck. She seized the Brush covered with white paint. Then she held Brownie By the shoul der„ And soon Brown- i e wa s wh i t e from his head to the tip of his tail. d idn 1 t off the in the feel Beaut if ul-- part icularly paint— — and. at c e rw a r d s wh e n t h e turpentine ' . Poor Brownie! You look B eau- tiful,” |jaid Mama Monkey. • But Brownie when he tried to lick r- ail or gave him ahath Gum Sho a7 ’ 0