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

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One day I was out hording the cattle. Just as it was time to drive the cattle home, the horse I was riding began to prance around and it was with difficulty that I could check him. At last one of the cows ran in the brush and when I started after it the horse whirled around, ran right through the center of the herd, and made for home as fast as he could go. I tried my best to stop him but it was no use, he was going home and that on as besu as was all there was to it. I tried to hang I could, ' then we got up close to the barn, I saw that the horse was going right through the barn door which was open. As the door was rather low I saw that I would be knocked off. I jumped and landed on the ground, sprain- ing my ankle, but I was glad that I had broken no bones. That was the fastest ride I had ever had. Laurence II on km an H7 THE SCHOOL Iff II OTHER ATTENDED lay mother went to school in a little one room school house. The building was made of adobe or sun- dried brick and was small and inconvenient. There were windows on all sides and the walls were lined with the large clumsy benches. The teacher’s desk was at one side of the room. The stove, large, black, and smoky, was in the center of the room. A blackboard stretched across the room in front, with maps and charts on the sides which greatly interested the pupils. The small struggling community was only able to pay a small sum for their teachers therefore one teacher had to teach three or four grades all of their subjects. In those days there were many things they did not have but they did have olenty of room to play. They had a large yard surrounded by a picket fence. This yard was cool and s h a d y , T-i n T ! V 4 JL J ' ■ a great many ureas. Helen Gardner H8

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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

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of I do not think that -o really appreciate the beauty th a bills srour Berkeley, until r: e have been wa i fro them for a —hila, or until ? e hear see one e - p ere is e tb ev , celling our attention to the beauties tna u ’ f e h a v e rro-n accustomed to seeing. d a ' r c Not ver ' long a o in flat count rv. It took a tri a nr scent several , a s orottv in its — a y b u t it as not until our return that we noticed ho- much more beautiful tbe lights ark sunsets are or. the hills as com- cared to flat country. A very interesting feature o the lioht effect re have in the late afternoon is a oeau tiful amethyst coloring or glow, which precedes the sun- set. It is a lovely soft color that I never remember having noticed anywhere else. There is something very friendly about soft rolling hills and they make such a wonderful background for homes, -bich nestle along their slopes. There is always a lovely view to be seen. No one ever having lived near the hills can be satisfied with flat country. toward Lee K8 AN EXCITING KOKENT One day, as I was taking a stroll along a crowded business section, I noticed a crowd gathering at a cor- ner. Being eager for excitement, I hurried along. As I was altogether too short to see anything above the heads of the people, I tried to make my way nearer. After a whole quarter of .an hour’s jostling back and forth, I was up in front, only to see that a large, portl TT man had stepped in front of me. I could not make him. understand that there were others behind him who . wanted to see. Finally he moved and. inch so that I could distinqish a queer looking individual and what do you think he wars doing? Advertising corn plasters! I hur- riedly left the place homing devoutly no one had seen me. Regina Railo H9