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

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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

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A8 COUNCIL Pres1dent Hal Clelnman VlCS President Bob Ockner Secretary Barbara Iones and Historlan Sandy Beiser Miss Baller cmd Mr Hawkins sponsors THE LESS I THINK the less l worry THE DAFFODILS are yawnlng The less I worry the lesser pain They open up thelr eyes The lesser pam more Joy I tmd They ve had their morning shower More 1oy I find a greater galn Now they stretch and exerclse Shezla Fox, A8' Emzly Lewzs, B9 HR. 106 Miss Waters: Row 1 - Rita Berliner Lorraine Barry Lois Allen Rhea Altabet Carol Blank Sachiko Akiyama Darlene Bilkiss Adrienne Brewer Deanelle Baker. Row 2 - Emily Arnsden Rochelle Barenfeld Ruth Baer Ann Brayerman Barbara Bloome Marilinda Adams Carolyn Bennett. Row 3 - Sandy Beiser Donna Babcock Ierralea Ballard Frank Berk Allen Bresee Bill Blatt Sherwin Agron. Row' 4 - Chuck Bradish Lee Baker Gordon Bermant Harry Andrews Sanford Block Richard Becker Iohn Berry. HH 108 Mr Ferguson: Row 1 - Barbara Cooper Corinne Capper Ioan Cantor Anna Bruce Patty Bubar Carolyn Colwell Helen Clay Ioan Cohen Roberta Cogan Esther Dane lean Crocker Bunny Cheeley. Row 2 - Diane Castro Sonia Bubar Helena Cohn Carol Bristor Carolynn Cole Sharon Cooper Lee Burr Bob Chambers Nichols Cutting Ierry Conley. Row 3 - David Brown Tobie Chrornan Bill Cook Leslie Bronte Bill Crow Iohn Craig Herbert Cohn Denis Brody Leonard Chassman Ross Cortez. - T 1 . I - 1 I 1 1 ' ' , . , , , I 1 ' 1 , , I I , ' . ' ' ' 1 . . I I I I ' 1 ' I I I I I 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ' ' ' I I I I V 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 . 1 1 1