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

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8 THE WIZARD t ROOSEVELT AS A MAN. Roosevelt was a man! How could one praise him more? He was a man in every sense of the word. His enemies admitted it; his friends boasted of it. Kings and princes came out of their way to see him and speak to him. Who can enumerate his gifts to the world? I cannot. His greatest one was the Panama Canal. Euro- pean powers had given it up. Roose- velt said, “Come on! Let’s do it,” and lie did. That was his way in life. “Come on; let’s do it,” and it was done. The whole world paid him honor and tribute and mourned when he died. At his death he was buried on Sag- amore Hill with simple but touching ceremony. His sister commemorated the day of burial in a poem that ends: “For one is gone, who shall not go, from Sagamore!” PAUL BURNHAM A 7 AN AUTUMN DAY. Oh! but the sky is blue today! The grasses on the hillside are both green and gray. In the distance I can see where the oak tree grows. Be- neath, amid the rich black soil, the acorns arc spread in rows. Below the hill is a running brook, that gleams all through the day. Hear it gently murmur day and night, as slowly it pursues its way. Now that the summer has gone and the winter is nigh, the leaves arc falling, and rustling in the wind, which will make the trees look bare, and the birds are getting ready to fly to the south, until the rainy season is over. EDNA LANGE A 7 ' . AWAY FROM HOME. Home is one of the sweetest words in any language. When we say “home,” we think of mother, father, brothers, sisters, friends, and the things we like the best. No matter if our home is not pretty, and comfortable, home al- ways is the synonym of love, and comfort. When we are going to take a long journey we little think of be- ing away from home. We think of the new world, and new people we are going to meet, and how happy we are going to be. But later, when we find ourselves in a foreign country, where the people speak a different language, and have dif- ferent customs, and even the meals arc different from ours, then we begin to appreciate what home is for us. The first sad questions come to our mind — who is going to take the place of our mother; of father? Who is going to be our friend? These qeustions are followed by a long meditation, after which we find out that the places of mother, and father can be filled by no one, and we have to wait a very long time to find a friend. But after all we do not feel so miserable, and we hope that after a while we will get used to our new life, and we will not miss home any more. Unhappily it is not true! The days are long, the months interminable, and the years are eternities away from home! And still worse is the situation when an illness comes! Instead of the smiling face of mother giving us comfort, the strange face of a nurse we see before our beds. Then the most bitter tears we shed. Oh, sweet home of mine! I long for the day when I will be back in my beloved home! MERCEDES BOGRAN A 9.

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T HE WIZARD 7 to the Emperor, and both supported by a peasant who bore this inscrip- tion: “I support the two.” On one side was a merchant bearing this in- scription: “I steal from the three.” On the other side was a lawyer with a third inscription. “I deceived the four.” Behind was a physician with a fourth inscription: “I kill the five,” and above all was a parish priest with this: “I absolve all of them.” (From a Spanish newspaper.) BENJAMIN BOGRAN A 9. A DOGFISH. This summer I was camping at Pacific Grove and on Sunday morn- ing I went with my friend to the wharf at Monterey. We found quite a number of people there fishing. Soon we noticed there was an ex- citement at the end of the wharf so we went out there to see what it was. A man had caught a very queer looking fish. Just its head was above the water as they had it on such a small hook and line that they could not land it. About 150 feet away was a rowboat, so they hailed the man who was in it and had him put another fishing line around the head of the fish. Then three or four men pulled until they had it upon the wharf. The people standing around thought that it was a dogfish. It was from five to six feet long and about a foot thick. It had a large, flat face that looked something like that of a bulldog. Its body was of grayish- white color but its head was dark gray, and there was a broad stripe of black down the middle of the back. Everyone said they had never before seen a fish like it. So it was quite a curiosity to us all. T have never heard what they did with it. LEO LA BISHOP P 8 2 . FROM MY WINDMILL. From my windmill, which faces west, I glance and see a green ocean. Riding on it I see a boat at full sail. Then I look again and see the dead princess on Mt. Tamalpais. The mountains with their giant peaks rise high in the sky. In front of the monstrous mountains there is a big steamer riding at anchor. “Where is it going on its next trip,” I think to myself, “and how was man ever able to make such things as that?” Then to the left, I see Goat Island and further on, the Golden Gate. As the sun is going down in the west, the light is so glaring that everything becomes indistinct. ELLERTH WIGLUND. THE GROCER’S SHOP. The grocer’s shop at Christmas! My! What a lovely sight! Apples polished so that one could see a freckle on the end of one’s nose in their shiny surfaces. What an assortment of nuts, wal- nuts, almonds, peanuts, hickory nuts! Why I could easily fill a page tell- ing of the different kinds of nuts. Many a small boy’s mouth waters as he looks at the striped candy sticks and cakes. A very sweet fragrance reaches one’s nose as one passes by, for many plum puddings, turkeys, and roasts are being cooked in the large ovens. Tiny Chinese lanterns hang all about giving the impression that here is the Orient itself. I fear small boys will receive spankings for reaching home so late. When asked, their only explana- tion will be, “I have been looking in the grocer’s window.” Well, I can’t blame them. I shall do the same for it is a beautiful sight, in- deed!” CARL BALLWANZ A T.

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THE WIZARD 9 OUR LITTLE FEATHERED FRIENDS. Some of us do not protect “Our Little Feathered Friends” as much as we should. Many of us do not realize what a lot of help they arc to us. If all of the birds were to go away, and there were no birds on this earth, we would realize what a great deal of good they do. This world would be a very gloomy place. All of our beautiful flowers would be covered with bugs, and would blossom no more, and we would have no flowers to brighten things. The birds eat many, many million bugs a day, destroying them instead of allowing them to kill the plants. We would also miss their singing, as they cheer us sometimes when we are sad. Besides singing to us, and eating the bugs that are in our gardens, they are beautiful to see. It is a very beautiful sight, to go out into the garden on a nice summer morning and see the beau- tiful bright colored birds, darting in and out among the flowers and trees. There is a small bird which is most commonly found in gardens. He is of a greenish color. The feathers of his throat are prolonged in a ruff, and he has a forked tail. He is seen in the garden taking food from the different flowers. He seems to hum as he flies. He is called the Humming Bird. He has a very long narrow bill. Another common bird is the Blue Bird. He is of an azure blue, with a reddish-brown back, his breast is a brick-red, his wings are blue with dark edging, and the lower parts are white. There are several other birds that we may recognize if we look for them. Some boys kill birds for pleasure. But, I do not see any pleasure in killing poor, innocent, little creatures. They do not harm us, so why should we kill them? Some of the birds are troublesome, but they have “some good spots” in them as well as any other birds or one of us, for we are not perfect either. LILLIAN GIESENHOFER B 7 ' . CALIFORNIA, THE GOLDEN GATE. California first attracted men who were seeking for new lands. When gold was discovered people flocked to California with fortunes before them. In 1850 California was admit- ted into the union as a state. Be- sides being next to the largest state in the Union it has a sunny climate, beautiful parks and lovely natural scenery. Tourists come from all parts of the country to enjoy its beautiful lakes, beaches, hills and climate. An example of our climate is shown in the fact that strawberries may be had in the winter. It is sometimes hard for the farmers o-f the Middle West to believe that strawberries may be gathered from an outdoor patch of strawberries a week before Thanksgiving. Every month in the year is planting for some orchard or farm and every month is harvest for some crop. There are no snow storms, water pipes never freeze, zero weather and blizzards never occur. Through the Golden Gate may be seen the sun sinking slowly, casting its red and gold rays all around San Francisco Bay. Every day a differ- ent picture is painted as the “sun sinks ; n the golden west.” RUTH TOM WYE B 9. SUNSHINE. In the morning the sun comes up over the hills sending forth beams of joy. Little by little they jump higher and higher in the air looking for gloomy houses in very lonely places. Oh, how the gloomy places burst into sunshine when the