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

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THE DR Mi GARDEN In a far off land, a little way from s mountain range, was a beautiful garden. There were beautiful fra- grant flowers, tall old trees, and many little paths winding in and out. If any one walked through the gar- den he would have beautiful and fanciful dreams. If one looked right hard one could see fairy heads, pushing out of the flowers. There was, in the garden, by the steps, a large solid rectangular block of stone. On this stone was a golden vase. It was said that if one wrote his wish on a piece of paper, tore it into small pieces and threw them in the air and one fell in the vase, the wish would come true. Many years passed and many dreamed in the dream garden, and perhaps they came true . Ida May Guy L9 THE GIFT COMPENSATION The grim black walls of Castle Toulard seemed very uncompromising on this bleak windy day. All around, a sort of shadow was cast. It seemed as if the castle and its grounds were forbidden territory. Lord Toulard, grieving for his lost son, lived a- lone with one servant. As he sat musing in front of the now dying embers of the fire, a picture came to his mind. He saw his manly son in a uniform going to war. Lord Toulard made up his mind to stop grieving, for it was in a good cause that he had sent his son to fight for his country. So thinking, he quietly passed sway with the dying embers casting a glow on his face. Rose Cowan H9 MY DREAM I have dreamed of everything in the world. But there is only one lasting dream in my mind. One night I dreamed I saw a most beautiful picture which I had. painted. All my thoughts are on this pic- ture of ray dream which I hope to paint some day. A dream is only a thought, but sometimes dreams come true. I hope that dream of mine may come true. Seconds Schmidt L9

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One day last summer I went to Oak Grove for a day ' s outing. My mother and father stayed on a hill out I went to play in the water. After I had played for a while I wanted to go to my parents. I started up the hill and as I was getting near them I saw what I thought was a man ' s necktie lying in my path. It was yellow and black with stripes. Just as I was about to pick it up it began to move. I sprang back with a shriek of horror, for it was a snake. I ran as fast as I could down the hill and told my sister and the other children about it. I was so frightened that I took another path up the hill. It was a hot day in July. Tom and Ned and some other boys had decided to go swim ming. Their homes were very near to the Russian River. They were walking along when all of a sudden a rattle was heard. Run, cried Tom, and they ran as fast as they could. They were all panting soon, for it was a hot day; and the snake was not far behind. A low growl was heard, and Tom ' s dog, Wolf, sprang out of the bushes. Hairs bristling, Wolf stood ready to fight. The snake stopped, coiled, and sprang at Wolf. Wolf leaped quickly out of the way. Then Wolf ran up to the snake, picked him up in the air, and tossed him several feet. Then the snake coiled himself around Wolf and was just going to bite him, when, with a loud shout Tom picked up a club, and running upon the two enemies, hit the snake with all his might. He killed it instantly. The boys then took Wolf to the river, and bathed him in cool water. Tom cut off the rattles of the snake, and hung them around Wolf ' s neck, as a reward for his bravery . Helmi Siren K7 v THE FIGHT Alfred E. Soderborg HS

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I remember the It oc cured one sunn doors was callin bout the house ( 5 . doii rounds a- time I fell into the scruo Ducket da.; in May when the great out- Kother was making her usual ig the ba turd ay cleaning. The stove co eied as it was with, wet polish; The dish- looked a dull black, the drying lids lay upon outspread newspaper: es were not yet washed. In the corner of the kitchen, near the nan try , was a larr-e sciub bucket, filled with a mop. i t stood inviting hot soap suds. Along side of A bar of soap and a scruo crush rested nearby. I knew that mother was busy and I had been told to come home early as I was to go on an errand. I was 1 .te kJ on my arrival, and in sneaking into the kitchen, found mother looking meaningly in my direction. I felt like a tiny, little puppy that knew he was in the wrong, and wagged his tail ’ tongue clung to the roof of my . Where have you been? Can’t • “Playing ball, was the slow “You knew I wanted you. Why with pathetic apology, mouth in silence, you talk? ' 1 asked moth- reply . d idn ' t you come home sooner? asked mother. Meanwhile I shut the door, and proceeded to do an awkward shuffle backwards toward my room, a step that never would have been popular at a dancing school. I did not realise that I was in the path of the scrub buck- et . I made my usual excuses with each backward step, and did well because of long practice. I knew they would be accepted and they were. “I’ll forget it this time, replied mother. “Please let there be no next time. You had better change your clothes, as you are going to your aunt ' s and dinner is at six there, you know. 11 “All right, I ' ll do .» I never finished my sentence. There was a bang, a splash, an overturned bucket, and a puddle of water on the kitchen floor. I had oacked into the scrub bucket and received a wet welcome . I lay scrawlinrr on the floor Then I let forth a howl that brought out the curious a- rnong the neighbors. Henry Oltmann K9