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

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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

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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 NEWSPAPER REPORT OP MY ACCIDENT The summer I was twelve years old, we lived in Gooding, Idaho on a farm two and one-half miles from town. We had forty acres of land in alfalfa and, as we needed two t earns, we hired two horses from Mr. Moore. He had a small place and didn’t need the team very much at the time. The horses’ names were Prince” and Jerry . They were dappled gray, weighing about eighteen hundred pounds each. I had driven them almost every day while we were put- ting up hay, so I was accustomed to driving them. When the owner sold them, he wanted me to drive them to town for him. I left home about eight o ' clock in the morning. Every- thing -went all right until I was crossing the railroad track in town when suddenly they began to run. As they were not going very fast, I let them go for a block; then I tried to slow down, but they gained speed rapidly, in spite of all I could do. Nothing would have happened had it not been for the tongue’s coming down. One horse jumped over it and broke it off short, leaving nothing to guide the front wheels. It was getting exciting and it was not long before things began to happen. The tire came off of the right front wheel and, with nothing to protect the wood, the felloe be- gan to break out, leaving the wheel to run on the spokes. I was near the curb on the left side- of Main Street