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

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THE ARRIVAL OF THE GRAF ZEPPELIN e NIt's herein Everybody from Oakland, Berkeley and all a- round the Eastbay was gazing out over the Golden Gate.- There was a tiny speck with a hundred other specks about it. It was the Graf Zeppelin with many airplanes around it. The Zeppelin was the largest in the world and was on a tour around the world. I Finally it grew larger, and there in the sunlight of the setting sun it blazed--a great huge silver shape. It circled the San Francisco Bay, then it went down the San Francisco pe- ninsula, down and out over the ocean to Los Angeles. Then it went to the starting point of the trip and landed amid the cheers and cries of hundreds of people. Ktgggifi Harold Ballwanz H7 'Q Jang ' ' 11524 DOfWE RESEMBLE THE GREEKS? Every individual is influenced by the country in which he lives. The rain, the sunshine, and the toppgraphy of the land are bound to influence him. In Greece the situation is some- what the same as in our own California. The peninsula of Greece is a stepping-stone from Asia to Europe. It is placed squarely in the western path of civili- zation. As her coastline has many bays and estuaries, she has been encouraged to go to sea and trade with the neighborning countries. California's coastline is not irregular as that of Greece, and so our early settlers were more apt to be con- tented to stay at home. Besides, the heavy rains made the land fertile, and they could raise most of their necessary foods themselves. Galifornia's mountains are all in one area, allowing us extensive plains on which to grow our food pro- ducts. In Greece the rain is scanty and the country is rugged and mountainous, making the land especially hard to till. The Greeks had plenty of work to do and this made them very indus- trious and selfnreliant. ln Greece the sun shines most of the time and there is only a little chill and rain in the fall and early winter. In California, we have rainfall distributed in about the same way There are no great rivers in Greece and, as irrigation is needed for many of the fruits we raise in California, such a

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BEVHAPPY If the world seems sad and dreary, And your heart is aching too. Just hum a merry tune and don't Let all the world seem blue. Just take a cheerful skip or two, To chase away the blues. Divert your mind from troubling thoughts, And dream of hapny news, Just try to find some other soul, Who's feeling grave and sad. And try with all your utmost will, To make his laughter glad, The world does give its shares of blues, And sadness to one's life. But when you're sad, try to be glad, Don't dream of care or strife. Elizabeth Irons L9 LH. 21 L5 ' 47 'MH ' N 'B' iv ff Hi- l ff if 51 .A kgilwg gig gig A254 EW , s 1 I lil J. at REPORT GARDSLWQMM To get your reoort card is quite exciting You wonder if you will get a Uonen in writing Or maybe you might get a Honen in arithmetic You get so nervous you bite your lip. Just before the bell rings for you to go The teacher starts to pass them out. You wonder why she is so slow. You get so nervous you want to shout. Then she calls your name out clear, Then in your heart you begin to fear That you will not get a Uonen at all. You get so nervous you want to fall. Cecelia Mansonen L8

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variety did not grow there, but the olive and grape were raised by them as it is by us. The people of Greece were not moody, thinking only of their own souls, but the vivid colored country seemed to re- flect on their character, making them a very pleasant people. They had a deep feeling for this beauty. They had common sense and a clear vision. The big mountains and large seas kept them from being narrow-minded individuals. It gave them broad judgment and a deep curiosity. Their.outdoor life, with the help of the sun, and the breezes from the sea, made them a healthy people. If our land exerted influence upon us, we should also have an appreciation of beauty and a love of health. A p Evelyn Page HO A VIEW, In the days of Hiawatha, In the Indian days of old, Of the lakes of tranquil waters, And the roaring cataract bold. There between the trees are paths, There some red, lost, Indian hunter, Seeks for some lone beast that hath Drawn him from his Wigwam shelter. Far down beneath the glen are seen Little streams of bright blue-green, Opening out beyond the glen, Which serves so nicely as a screen. By the water's ranid fall, W And the woody shores near by, There is heard an old squaw call And her little papoose's cry. Then at last when eve has come, . The Indians come home one by one, And turning, pointing to the sun, Say their prayers till each is done. Eileen Wilson L9