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

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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 .

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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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THE WIZARD 19 THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY. rhanksgiving day at last is near d he time of joy of all the year, The turkey will be roasted brown In almost every house in town. d he turkey you are going to eat Was fattened up on corn and wheat, He lived in state upon a farm And there he might have done no harm. But soon there came a day without cheer b or him the time of death was near, Then he was sent afar to be sold To people young and people old. d he price you know is very high, But even so we do not sigh, Thanksgiving comes but once a year, Then turkey surely must appear. LAURA PIZZANO B 8 2 . FOR SANTA IS STUCK IN THE SNOW. I. Better be going, you people, and run Santa is fast in the snow. He has been there since the set of the sun. An his plight worries him so, Dapple Dawn, frightened at horses of steel, Turned the sleigh over and crippled his heel, And Santa is fast in the snow. II. Better be going and Idl go ahead; Guiding you all the way, Christmas is coming, There is so much on hand — There is no time for delay, Santa Claus surely is needing your skill, Run altogether and run with a will For Santa is stuck in the snow. SARAH HAVENS. SANTA AND HIS REINDEER. Come little people and listen here, While I tell you of Santa and his reindeer, How he comes flying down to the snowy ground, In the dead of the night when there’s not a sound, And in a great big book, on his library shelf, There’s the names of boys and girls like yourself, But for each bad deed that is done, From his list of presents he strikes off one, So look out for the things you do and say, If you want Santa to come on Christmas day. VIOLET ATCHINSON B T. WINDS BLOW SANTA BACK. Little children always know That old Santa comes to them. When the cold, cold winds do blow They bring old Santa back again; Pretty dolls he brings to me Brother gets a big, red, sled. Lots of other things we see When we tumble out of bed. Mother gets a dress of blue Sister gets a diamond ring, Daddy gets a thing or two, Christmas is come, now let us sing. VIOLA FIEFIELD B T . Labor for learning before you grow old; For learning is better than silver and gold, Riches and glories may both fade away, But a good education will never decay. PERRINA ARROBBIO B 8h