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

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hIS CUN LUSTER In the w i 1 d s o T nun ter. r e was sin ...la Tnat dog Ganudd, a dog was notly pursued by was wort::: over a thousand dollars, malamute, and was a fine dog. Fride swelled in nis trcuSi as be ran lightly over the snow. ox O. C. ' O No one in the world could caicn and be was going to light for it. h i hi • he wanted freedom u ± appeared a river, a river Suddenly ahead of that he coulu net jump across, he stood there, facing the place whore the man would come. When he did come the man jumped for joy lor he had the deg in his power. The man advanced, and the dog showed nis long, sharp, and cruel teeth. The man threw away nis gun, and The dor crouched and crept toward like lightnin o •ne deg. The dor crouched and suddenly ran and landed on the man. Loth went down, the dog on top. Them rolled over and over. Lat r a band of wolves came to watch the fight. The aeg’e, teeth closed into the man’s flesh and the man strove to grasp the dog’s throat. Lut the deg got hold of the man’s throat, and the man died. The wolves made a rush, and that was the last of the hunter. When the mala mute was alone, pride eves, and it seemed as if they %j j master . H :1 earned in his said : A i A 1J No one will be my Emil Soderbcrs hS Txx.ii- Uiv L UltixC Ux»T- a-la Once while we were out camping, a ranger came along and we began to talk. He snowed me a group of mountains. One in particular he pointed out. he told me a little a- bout the mountains and I began to think. I studied the hill more and more. I noticed that it was very steep. It looked as if it were straight up. The ranger had tola me that there was a nidden treasure on top of it. many men had tried to cliniu it, cut had failed. An iuca came into my mine . I thought I should like to go up in an airplane and hang from a rope ladder and then leap down to the top of the mountain. Perhaps, some day I shall be courageous enough to do this. Roy I.Ioscr L9

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the sun is not shining on her. She closes her petals. This poppy grows very abundantly and fields of it are called carpets of gold. The matili ja poppy is the sister of the California poppy, though it does not resemble it in any way. it is very tall. Sometimes it grows to nine or ten feet, and it has long, beautiful, white petals which spread out as far as nine inches, while in the center is a large, flossy, yellow ball. The California poppy blooms in ear ly spring whilo its sister the matilija poppy does not bloom until late in the spring or in early summer. These poppies remain open several days, swaying to the time of the wind, and attracting the attention of many visitors . Martha Carlson K7 THE FIRST LESSON x It was the first day that the sun had shone since Christmas. The children of the neighborhood were out playing with their new toys, while you sat on the gutter with your new bicycle beside you. You wanted some friend to help you learn to ride it. I wish Stephen would hurry,” you murmured to your- self . At last your friend arrived. He knew all about bi- cycles. He got you properly seated. Now, don’t worry. You won’t fall because I am go- ing to balance you, he replied as he began to push you along the gutter. After going about fifty yards you cried in a trem- bling voice, Don’t let mo fall l” You hoard no reply. You repeated in a more steady tone, Don’t let mo fall’ Again no reply was hoard. Then just as you reached the corner you hoard a yoll from Stephen half a block away saying: Keep on going around the block. You did so. Ton minutes later you saw Stephen waiting for you at the place where you had started. I can’t stop, you shouted as you neared him. Just stop pumping and make your feet go the other way, he replied. You did so and stopped with a jerk all out of breath . Robert Heydeggor H9

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JOHN’S BIG MISTAKE Ford touring car that took good care of his had . John Dugan had a touring car that d a job at a large mill. He owned a hat was tainted black. John always his ear , for it was the best thing he One morning he parked his car on Roosevelt Street instead of Washington Avenue as he was in the habit of doing. When he came out from work, he went absent-minded on Washington Avenue and got into a black touring car. John thought it was his car, of course, for it was painted black and it was the same model. When he tried to start the car, a man came running to him. This man was rough-looking and said in a loud manner, u What are you trying to do with my car?” John said, I beg your pardon, I thought this was mine.” ' The man’s rudeness disappeared and he laughed heartily at John. One morning very early when I was going out of the front door there was a cat on the steps at the door, cry- ing as if it were hungry. It was grey and white. I took it into the house and gave it something to eat, but that was the thing I shouldn’t have done, for we could never got rid of it afterwards. It stayed at our house for many days. One day I took it and went far away from our house, so far that it could not find its way back, as I sup- posed. I then let it go. When I came home I told my mother it would surely stay away The next morning when I started to school the same cat was on the steps. I didn’t see how it could have found its way back. I let it come in again and I told my mother that we would have to keep it, for we could never get rid of it, except by killing it, and we didn’t want to do that. Of course, we kept it. Ewald Mork L9 Ailie Stono H8