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

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EYEm CLOUD HAS A SILVER LlUINC Mrs. Greyson sat in a large arm chair. She could not concentrate her mind on anything, hut ths question that her son was forever putting before her and his father. Sine i not like to think about it; the thoan-ht of letting her only son go on Such a dangerous career v. ' as too much for her. one tried to knit, but to no aA ail. Firially she decided to have a good talk with her husband that evening and at least, come to some understanding as to their son’s strong determina lon That evening, they talked it over but Mr. Greyson saiU Jack was too young, and there were other ways in which le could help; but this did not satisfy the boy. After Mr. and Mrs. Greyson had left to attend Cross Meeting, Jack tried to think of a way to escape, first thing he thought of, was to run away; but what should be found, --he would only be brought back again, thoughts of this kind filled his mind but he soon pu a Red The if he Many the rn to flight and gathered some of his most necessary belongings and hastened off. He reached Chicago Station and enlisted He was accepted and told to return three days later tor his examinations. He passed all examinations successfully and was soon n his way to one of the southern camps. His mother grie ' e an pined for him but his father told her Jack was doing it only for the sake of her and his country. She could not under- stand why he did not write, and tell them, anout him.sel • so she could v;rite and comfort him, but for some unknown reason she did not receive a letter. i In the meantim.e, across the sea a boy was thinking his mother. As he sat and listened to the stories that tne other boys told, he recalled his boyhood days, his ome an the mother he had left behind. Could it be that something had happened, or had his letters been lost] About three years later we find him. homeward was a tall, straight, fine looking, husky man, not we . little lad (his m.other called him) that had run away three vears before to join the army. He wanted to be v ow’ his dear old mother once more but how could he let ’ He finally decided to cable his mother, telling her was returning home , and the exact d’ate on which he wou rive. When they reached port, all were running to and iro and everyone was shaking hands with e ve ryone else . . . was great confusion at the dock, and our hero id not notice a gray-haired and wrinkled old lady standing wi e fairly burning with excitement. But she noticed hi ' was being introduced all around by his mates c was talking at once, he felt a light tap on his ouldej. Turning, he saw standing before him his her arms around him. saying with the same sweet and voice that she had used when he had stolen a piece PP nie in his child -hood days. You won ' t leave me again, will you, sonl Ho replied in his manly way, Not unless my country calls me. Josephine Fuhrer A9

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luthi:r burb cm -i Q successful man in changing and altering plants isurbank. known as the great American plant TR 4 Q u‘ Lancaster, Massachusetts, March 7, ■Rn+ + T farmer’s son and lo ed nature from the start, anri -i + not enough. He understood nature, too maHa vii is understanding with his rare sympathy that dreamor ' nr things v ith plants that no one ever • . doing before. He did market gardening and seed wVii T sma.ll way and developed the Burbank potato While he was still young. PaTiriS New England and moved to Santa Rosa, Sanfa -Rn where he has since lived and carried on his work, ful 17 -aTi little Californian village lying in a fruit- tha wnii seemed just the place for him to carry on itq qnf! wished to do; for it has a wonderful climate and wViin-h i varied. Here he lives in his cottage hi o with vines and blossoms and surrounded by his world famous gardens. all untiring energy he carried on his experiments with of twenfv plants. Some of these experiments cover a period a o-T-o + years and some even longer. He is wastes a minute of his time and sees that you ao not waste any of it either. + ways with plants are no secret. Most of angeo he makes in plant life are made either by selec- tion or by crossing. Therece Nelson A8 A BRILLIANT SUNSET T nnVoa i Sinking behind a beautiful hill. It fier ball. The sky glowed with its radiant + h alone could produce this glorious coloring of Soy. It v;as a bright vermillion, tinted with a clear yeiiov . An artist could not paint such a beautiful, bril- lant sunset. The waters belov were a dull green, not beau- iiul, but the reflection of the sun made it almost too v on- aerful to see. The window-panes of the little huts on the stole some of the radiance of the sun aid, here and there, there were bright lights glov ing out among the trees. it, indeed, was a beautiful sunset. Best of all v. ' ere the dark clouds which the sun tinted, so that they looked as If they had a silver lining. As I watched the sun sink, it grew darker and darker and then came night. Gertrude Stensland B9