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

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THE WIZARD 17 THE PRESIDENT’S VISIT TO BERKELEY. Crowds were in the city, In good old Berkeley town On the eighteenth of September When our President came around. How they shouted; what rejoicing People racing up and down Oh! and how the people cheered him When our President came to town. First to the Theatre Greek; University students, places found. They were the only one’s admitted When our President came to town. Next to the California field The boys and girls and people went. And stayed from two o’clock till five To see the President. THE CHRISTMAS TREE. O, Christmas Tree so bright and green, In many homes you have been seen, With your tinsel gold and popcorn white, O, but you are a pretty sight. You bring happiness to homes each year, O, Christmas Tree you are so dear, That when we look at you we say, O, I wish Christmas was everyday. HELEN CURLEY A 7 IN THE DAYS TO COME In days to come, The air will hum, With noise of aero-navigation; How quickly I To the sky will fly, To dodge H. C. L. aggravation. MANUEL A. BETTENCOURT JR. B 8 s . CHRISTMAS TIME. I. Christmas time is drawing near Santa Claus will soon be here Bringing to each girl and boy A candy cane and shining toy. II. Fathers and mothers are not for- gotten For on the hearth there hang their stockings. Santa Claus will surely bring Enough to fill them to the brim. III. Children all enjoy their toys. Santa loves all girls and boys, For he is a jolly old dear Bid him farewell with a Happy New Year. IRENE DE COSTA A 7 1 . SANTA’S COMING. Santa’s coming, children dear, To every home tho far or near, Bringing toys for you and me To hang up on our Christmas tree. He comes from Toyland, to us here So hasten, children, never fear, On Christmas eve he ever conies, With dolls and buggies and big bass drums. ROSE VALLE A 7 1 . A LONE STAR. Said, a lone little star way up in the sky “My, I am lonesome up here so high. I have no home like the people below I have to roam wherever I go. And oh, how happy I would be If I had a wee house the size for me, With a flame to warm me when I’m cold And the clouds to carry me when I’m old.” KATHRYN THIENGER A 7 1 .

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16 T HE VV 1 Z A R D THE BURBANK ORCHESTRA. Students of Burbank! ! ! Why not accept the opportunity presented? Instructions are given on the dif- ferent musical instruments by our most efficient instructor, Mr. Bud- dick. The orchestra at the present time consists of the following: Piano, violin, cornet, clarinets, bass and snare drums and — last but not least, the piccolo. Every Monday, during the eighth period, the orchestra meets in the auditorium of the school for a re- hearsal. Bring your instruments and develop your talent. Burbank must lead in the musical campaign of 1920! Now is the time for this genera- tion to become interested in the art of music; which expresses the keynote of harmony and happiness, and gives a finer texture to the mind. THELMA HOOVER A 8 1 . THE EIGHTH GRADE PLAY. On Friday, November 14th, a very enjoyable afternoon was spent by the faculty and students of the Bur- bank school. The program was given by the A Eighth grade. It consisted of a clever little play given by the girls. The name of the play was “The Girls of Glen Willow.” The cast was as follows: Lillie White Lucille Griffin Carlotta Gertrude Stensland Marjorie May Wain wright Peggy Thelma Hoover Lelia Georgia Brown Molly Pauline Kemp Miss Brown Karen Niemenen The play was very well done and I am sure we all enjoyed it thor- oughly. THANKSGIVING PROGRAM. - The Thanksgiving program was given the day before Thanksgiving, on the 26th of November. It consisted of songs by the vari- ous grades, President Wilson’s proc- lamation of Thanksgiving by Evelyn Klchm of the A 9 and a history of Thanksgiving by Pauline Kemp of the A 8 l . From the A 7— “Thanks- giving Dinner” by Edward Y sunze and “Thanksgiving Pumpkin Pies” by Ida Minster of the B 7. Mr. Shal- lenbcrger told a short story and a few facts to show why the teachers were thankful. A play “Thanksgiv- ing Day” was given as the last fea- ture on the program. Henry Burmcister, our school president, conducted the program. KARIN NIEMINEN A 8 ' . CHRISTMAS GIFTS. The Drawing Department sent a box of “Christmas Cheer” to the convalescent soldiers at Ft. Sheri- dan, Illinois. This was in answer to a call sent out by Miss Malone, a former Berkeley teacher, but now working at the hospital. The box contained forty-five beautiful Christ- mas cards, designed and made by the pupils of the High Eighth and of the Ninth Grades, and also eleven cut-up picture puzzles prepared by the B Eighth Grade. Hotel clerk: “I suppose you want a room with a bath?” Ezra Hayseed: “By heck! This is Saturday night ain’t it?” Small Willie at table on Thanks- giving day: “I th-think you mi- might have told me we were go-go- ing to have pie! Rut n-now it’s too late.” M YRTLE BURT A 9.

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IS THE WIZARD A BERKELEY LAD. There lived a lad in Berkeley Town, A manly lad was he. When Belgium was trampled down, He joined the French Armee. He fought the fight, he kept the faith, True to his country’s creed. He grabbed a gun and took his place, To fight the German’s greed. Back he came with the Croix de Guerre, To the old house ’neath the tree. And found his sisters knitting there, Socks to send o’er the sea. PAUL BURNHAM A 7 A CHRISTMAS POEM I. “A merry, merry Christmas,” The little children say. We wish you all a happy time Upon this Christmas day. II. Just try to help each other; Do all you can for mother; Then Christmas will be merry And your hearts be light and gay. SARA HAVENS. I. See as the night gently falls, The witches come from their dingy halls. They ride on broomsticks, and have black cats, And these drowsy old witches wear great high hats. And as they come, they mutter low, “We’ll nibble his nose and bite his toe,” But lo! as the morning light draws near, The witches all hasten to disappear. ROSE VALLE A T. THINK IT OVER. Weep and you’re called a baby, Laugh and you’re called a fool. Yield and you’re called a coward, Stand and you’re called a mule. Smile and they’ll call you silly, Frown and they’l call you grufif. Put on a front like a millionaire, And some guy calls your bluff. RE-PRINTED. OUR BABY. Our baby is fat and round, She’s the dearest . child ever found. Sometimes she cries when the water’s too cold, But otherwise she’s as good as gold. We all love her dearly because she’s so sweet, Every one of us from her head to her feet. You can’t help loving her she’s so dear, She makes everyone happy when she’s here. KATHRYN THIENGER A T. CHRISTMAS IS COMING Christmas is coming So for me there is no bumming. And Ma says to Pa, “Now can you see How good a boy can be?” But Pa looks wise, And says he knows When he was our size, Around Christmas time he told no lies; He washed the dishes, Cleaned the fishes, Scrubbed the floor And my! how lie polished the door! He ran errands for Ma, And bought a pipe for Pa. And for him there was no bumming Because he knew Christmas was coming. JACK WARD A 7 1 .