John Burroughs Middle School - Burr Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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1 1 . il - f 'QU' X ' pl I i...4nu-as--Q Handsome is as handsome does. ' -Goldsmith Above is the BOYS' COUNCIL AND COURT, with lack Disney as President of the Council,-and Hal Cleinmcm of the Court. Mr. Evan Engberg, Vice-Principal, and Mr. Carl Steiner are sponsors, The expressions of A WISE MAN are like books of knowledge. He paints the picture of the past in bright and vivid colors: the present in a mirror crystal clear. l-le opens the doorway to the future. -Henry Aaron, A8 DEATH VALLEY We stood there in the glaring sun Surrounded by the distant barren mountains Standing like sentinels to keep man From entering this forbidden land. No green thing growing anywhere, No blade of grass, no weed or sage - Nothing but salt and sand and rock. We came to seek adventure, life, To live again the rugged days When nature's relentless ways had kept away All efforts to cross that land Until some hardy soul Hitched twenty mules and more To giant wagons laden with borax ore And hauled it out of the Devil's Hole. This strange land ls not affected by our call. Here life is not the natural thing: No bird flew overhead, No food, no drink unpoisoned. Nothing to sustain the life of hardiest beasts: But man survives to enjoy The beauty nature has treasured here - Preserved for all eternity. -Eric Lindquist, A9 MY FIRST ROMANCE. A Thrill it was The way he fell for meg And l was also fond of him, As anyone could see. l tried to look my best each day And dressed with utmost care, He also looked most elegant - And even combed his hair! But then Miss Blake discovered us, Our souls she did dis-hearten When curtly she reminded Mom, We WERE in kindergarten. -Sheila F ox, A8 THE BEAUTIFUL CREATION The day started out as usual, but Suzy had a feeling something was going to happen. As the day dragged on, it seemed that Suzy had been wrong. She entered her last class filled with a jumble of emotions. Fear, doubt, an- ticipation, hope, all were inside of her. Oh, if only I dare hope, Suzy thought to herself. That shimmering material, the soft furry trim, the gorgeous color! There isn't a girl who Wouldn't love to wear ity to go places in that beautiful creation would be heaven on earth. But what right have l to dream of such a thing! As the bell rang, ending eighth period, the pupils dashed out into the quickly filling halls. Suzy too, started to go, but Dave signaled to her to wait. l-le looked pleadingly at Suzy and asked her something. She nodded a joyous assent. When Dave and Suzy walked out of class together, all of her wildest hopes had come true. She was in heaven on earth. Suzy was wearing Dave's- jacket. -Ann Lustgarten, A9

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By cultivating the beautiful, we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity. -Howard MY DREAM On the wings of a white feathered snowflake, A dream came drifting down - A beautiful fragile dream In which I gazed and saw A fantastic land, Where trees were draped in shimmering white, And waterfalls were silver veils. As I looked, amazed, Before my unbelieving eyes, My dream melted into nothingness. Air and space were all that were left But beauty filled my soul. - Judy Rubin, A8 I see WINTER as a lady Icily beautiful In a white gown, Frozen dewdrops glisten At each eartipg While diamond-studded snowflakes Are scattered over Her silvery hair. Winter's white cloak trails From her arms, Thick, warm, and soft, it is Sweeping over Earth Covering all. - Lexis McFadden, A8 Snowflakes Are diamonds Set in the ring of the world. - Sylvia Halote, A3 The first .silent SNOW FLAKES Were white petals, being shaken From some giant tree in heaven. -Mathilde Stern, A9 LILLIES are white fingers pointing toward the sky. - Carol Palm, A8 THE WIND Slashed his whip Against the branches Of the tall oak trees. - Sandra Eisner, A8 THE WHITE ROCKS bleached with age were diaries of the struggle of civilization. - Roger Kozberg, A8 A SMALL TOWN I lived in a small town in Germany, A peaceful, friendly little town. Each morning I would walk to school, My step and heart were light, For I and everyone else had no reason for sorrow. We were all swimming far from the dragging whirlpool of despair. I passed the bakery shop And was aware of the odor of fresh-baked bread. Then the jolly baker, fat from eating his own goods, Came out and gave me a few cookies. Every day he gave me something. I passed the quaint little clock shop Where a pyramid of Swiss faces smiled at me From the window. No wonder I was happy! Everywhere was the atmosphere of love, Of perfect co-ordination. Then came the War. The airplanes came in swarms, Hornets with the sting of death. The troops marched down our once peaceful streets, Past the little clock shop Where the smiles of the Swiss faces Seemed to change to fixed stares, Past the bakery shop, The baker did not wave. The whole town seemed to put up its storm- shutters. Then came four years of noise, gun smoke, hate and death. Four years of sorrow, of despair. Finally they left. I was alone in this place, This village, battlefield, graveyard, That was my home, Our old familiar wheat field Which my brothers had plowed Was now their cemetery. The dead were in the streets. To think that all of these people Had hopes and problems, Loves and lives of their own As much as I. That each of these innumerable dead Had his own personality, I-lis own place in life. Oh, God! I-low much longer must this slaughter go on? When will man stop hating and killing man? I lived in a small town in Germany, A peaceful, friendly, little town. -Martha Smith, A9