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

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12 THE W I Z A R D were in a nest in the tree that had just fallen. One of the boys, a very brave boy, said to the scout master, “I am going to help that poor little bird. In a few minutes her nest and little ones will be burned.” The scout master would not let him go because he said the boy’s clothing would catch on fire, too. Sure enough, in a minute or two the flames had crawled up to the nest and was burning it. The mother bird flew down to her nest and spread her wings over her little ones, so they could live a few min- utes more and that she might not live to remember what a cruel death they died. LILLIAN GEISENHOFER B 7 ' . A MONOLOGUE. If the telephone had been used in Colonial times, Paul Revere, instead of making his spectacular ride to warn the farmers of Lexington, might have sent the news over the wire, such as the following: ‘‘Hello? Give me — Hello? What’s the matter with the line, Central? Give me — I want Concord 381 — Con- cord three — eight — one. Yes, that’s it. Is that you, Concord? This is Paul Revere. No — Revere, Boston. Well, never mind who I am. Just tell your folks that the British are landing here in Boston with a strong force. Yes, that’s it. And ring up Lexington, will you, and tell them? Thank you. Good-bye!” MARJORIE WAT N W RIGHT B 8 THE TWO WALNUTS. Once upon a time there were two little boys, who lived out in the country on a big ranch. Next to this ranch was a walnut ranch with ripe walnuts. One day these little boys thought they would like some walnuts, so they got a sack and went over the fence to steal some. When they got their sack full they thought it would be wise to divide them immediately. They picked out a shady spot, which was just inside of the cemetery. On crawling over the fence one boy dropped two wal- nuts on the outside. He said he would leave them there and get them as they went out. Just then an old colored man came down the street. He thought he heard something, so he listened through a hole in the cemetery wall. He heard very distinctly the w r ords, “I’ll take this one, you take that one. I’ll take this one, you take that one.” The colored man was almost frightened to death, so he ran down the street as fast as he could until he met a while man whom he told, that he had heard the ghosts dividing up the dead in the cemetery. The white man said, “Oh you’re just dreaming, but anyway I’ll go with you to find out.” So they walked down to the cemetery to- gether. The man listened — lie heard also, “I’ll take this one and you take that one. I’ll take this one and you take that one.” Just then the boys had finished dividing up the nuts, so one boy said, “Now we’ll get those two on the other side of the fence.” I noticed that the white man was beating the col- ored man in running away from the place. M ELY IN SCOTT B 9.

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T H E W IZARD l TRUE FRIENDS. I he other day the Berkeley Pound caught fire. The man who takes care of the dogs quickly jumped out of bed and ran over to the Pound and unlocked the doors and let all of the dogs and his horse out, so they would not be burned. To show how much the dogs appreciated his kindness after the fire was put out, all of the dogs except one came back to him. The missing dog returned with the horse. It has not been learned what started the fire. LILLIAN GEISENLIOFER B 7 1 . PICTURE FROM THE PAST. Long ago the noonday sun looked down on a small party of travelers. They were toiling through the moun- tains of Southern California. They were led by a tall, dark man with a corslet of steel on his breast, a glittering sword by his side and a feathered plume in his hat. He was closely followed by two men bear- ing between them what looked like a flag of Spain. There was also a man in coarse, black robe and girdle. His head was bared to all the heat of the sun. He was leading a mule carrying a man whose white face and bowed head told of fever. The rest of the little party was made up of soldiers and mules carrying the baggage. A soldier rode up to a tall man in the plain garb of the Franciscan monk, who limped painfully. Dis- mounting, the soldier said, “Father Scrra, will you not ride this mule?” The man merely shook his head and passed on up the’ trail. The noble-looking leader sharply questioned the Indian guide, who had been with them all the way, as to the distance yet to go. For reply the native held up his ten fingers and said, “Ugh!” The leader was Don Ga.spar Da Portola, and the tall, limping, grey-haired monk was Father Junipera Serra. PAUL BURNHAM A 7 THE BIRD MAN. “The Bird Man” is a very wonder- ful and interesting man. He can imitate the birds so well that you can imagine that the birds are beside you or up on the stage where he gives his program. “The Bird Man” came to our school the other night, and I will tell you some of the things he did for us. He imitated the songs of several different kinds of birds. He also told us facts about them. The birds are very loving and they do all they can to help one another. He also told us several jokes and funny stories. He told us a very sad story about a mother bird and her little ones, and I will tell that story to you. Some boy scouts and a scout mas- ter were camping on a certain island, and an island not far away caught on fire. The boys saw the fire and asked to go nearer to it. The scout master took them to the island. But the boys were not satisfied; they wanted to go right up close to the fire. The scout master said that he would take them there, if they would do exactly what he told them. It was very dangerous for them, because the trees were fall- ing, and they might hit the boys and they would get killed. They went up as close to the fire as they dared to. A big tree fell very near them. As .the boys were watching the fire, one of them noticed that a bird was flying around the tree, that had just fallen near them, in great excitement. Lie called the other boys’ attention to the bird. Then they saw that the bird was flying around her little ones which

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THE WIZARD 13 THE HALLOWE’EN VESTA DANCE. On Hallowe’en, October 31, 1919, a dance was given by the Vesta Club at the Burbank Auditorium. The hall was decorated very nicely with yellow and black crepe paper and with lanterns hanging down. The club fu rnished very fine music and all enjoyed themselves. CHRISTMAS PROGRAM. The Christmas program of the Burbank School Avas held in the Assembly Hall on the afternoon of December 19th at one-thirty o’clock. Parents and friends of the children were invited and twenty-five little children from the neighborhood were the honored guests of the students. A delightful program consisting of Christmas carols, recitations and scenes from plays was given and we trust everyone had a pleasant af- ternoon. If they enjoyed the program as much as the sticks of candy so greatly in evidence we know our ef- forts were crowned with success. MRS. BROOKS’ ENTERTAIN- MENT. On November 20th, the attractive Mrs. Brooks visited our school. She possesses the charming gift of imi- tating children’s voices and ways. She sings childish songs, with such a perfect infantile voice, that one without looking at her, may think the singer is a little girl of four years. In her childish conversations, she beautifully expresses herself like a child; with all the enthusiasm, in- nocence, nonsense, and gesticulation proper to a child. Mrs. Brooks’ juvenile audience was heartily delighted, and she deserved great applause from every one. THE HIGH NINTH PLAY. On the evening of October twen- ty-third some of the pupils of the A Ninth class presented a clever Irish play, written by Lady Gregory, entitled “Spreading the News.” The parts were very cleverly taken by the following pupils: Bartley Fallon Henry Burmeister Jack Smith Clemens Laufenberg Mrs. Fallon Thelma Davis Mrs. Tully Evelyn Klehm Mrs. Tarpey.. Reeve Kocher Mrs. Rya Nora Vilen Airs. Early Marie Brocco Jo Muldoon, policeman Willie Benning English Magistrate John Ysunza The scene is a grocer’s shop in Ireland, kept by Mrs. Tarpey, who is rather deaf. Air. and Airs. Fal- lon enter. Bartley Fallon is rather meek and is continually talking of misfortunes. Jack Smith comes in singing, “The Red-haired Alan’s Wife.” Jack Smith is also supposed to have hair of that bright hue. He is going to the Five Acre Aleadow to do some work and goes out, leav- ing his hay fork. Bartley is sent after him with the fork and Mrs. Fallon also leaves after picking up her groceries that Bartley, in his haste had upset. Mrs. Casey, whose tongue is con- tinually wagging, tells Airs. Tully, Mrs. Ryan and Mrs. Early that Jack Smith and Bartley had quarreled and Bartley was chasing Jack with a hay fork. After a great deal of gos- siping, in which a good quantity of imagination was employed, Mrs. Tarpey, being capable of misunder- standing everything, starts to wait, declaring that Bartley had killed Jack Smith with the hay fork. Mrs. Fallon is very indignant and very vigorously defends her nice, quiet, little man. After Mrs. Fallon leaves, Bartley