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

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the field there were five planes lined up. Pretty soon they were in the sky. A little red plane called the NHawkH was in the lead. Then I heard the announcer shout that the little red plane had won the altitude race. The pilot of the red plane received a silver cup. It is still my ambition to be an aviator when I get out of school. Sam Chapman H9z--Miss Albee OWNING A DOG HAS ITS DISADVANTAGES My dog, Prince, and I are in a world of our own, but at times I wonder why God ever created such an animal as a dog.' Prince, after arriving and exploring our home, decided it suited his fancy of a happy home, so settled himself right in the middle of my clean, painstakingly-made bed. Mother, spy- ingethisy exclaimed in a fit of exasperation, UPut that dog out of this house immediately.N Feeling revengeful for his having taken the privilege of using my bed, I grabbed Prince by the collar and threw him heayily on the lawn. Immediately there followed a series of howls. Sorry for the poor helpless dog, I slipped silently out, made a rude bed out of a gunny sack, and, stroking his back, told him to go to sleep. On my returning into the house, Prince began his howling but more fervently this time. Dad met me with, Nwell, it's your dog: you'd better see that it does not disturb the neighbors.W To make a long story short, the dog was finally made at home in the wash room. Mother and Dad have always been proud of our garden, but not any more, as the honorable dog has made a regu ar prairie field of it. The flower bed is upside down, the roots of our baby tree pulled up, the lawn a mud hole, and worst of all, the cherished plant of the family is a complete ruin. One evening I insisted that mother let me take Prince along on a visit to Mrs. Whitmore's. All went well until Prince discovered her little poodle dog sleeping peacefully on a silken pillow. Prince delights in picking a fight, so this was his chance. Away he flew, disturbing the dust in the rugs which locked for all the world like a passing cyclone, By the time we could catch our breath, the poodle and Prince were run- ning from-one end of the house to the other, both barking as loudly as possible. We left as soon as possible. Arriving home, mother calms ly said, UIt's your dog, my dear. It's your dog.U Winona Harris H9y'--Miss Albee

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MY NEIGHBOR'S DOG My next door neighbor hes e dog. He is very shy end cun- ning. He has been taught how to speak and does it feirlj well The dog has several colors. He is snow White with HRD? dark brown spots on his back. He obeys his master like en obedient child. When his master cells him, his sharp, pointed, listening ears ge up quickly. I think he is an intelligent, watchful dog. When our cet walks along the fence, the dog sees his shadow end innedietely begins to bark and continues it for an hour. Irene Guisepone L9zH--Hiss Albee HY GRANDMOTHEH There's a quaint little lady not of todsyg Time meds her old and QTHY. ' She sits in her rocking chair, Her skin end heir so fsirg Her eyes are like stars in the sky. IShe cries but never does she sigh, For her snile no sorrow can erase. May her tears forever find s hiding place! Ifd rather hold the silver in her tresses Then ell the gold this World possesses. Virginia Carlson H9y'--Kiss Albee HY BURNING AMBITION ' When I was s little boy eight years ef age, I alW3YS had my mind made up that after I hed finished school I rented to become an evietor. I elvays went sround where there were sir- plenes and asked the different pilots sbout the different parts of the eirnlenes. I used to like the hum of the notors. When I sen the pilots taking up passengers for five dollars I often wished that I hed five dollars so that I Elligllt 'CELCG 94 ride, tee. I would just stand there end stare at the sir- planes that were flying about my head. , One Sunday afternoon when I was over at the airport I heard that there were going to be races. I could hardly wait for them to begin. I was talking with one of the pilots. He told me there was Going to be an altitude race. At the end of L3 ...s

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A A PRAYER Fon MYHOME Dear Father, I am asking thee, If you will bless, and keep for me, My home, and all that is within, Free from sorrow, and from sin. Bless the home, to me so dear, That I've loved for many a year: A place of rest, and comfort too, Where I can give my thoughts to you. Please bless my mother, I love her so, I hope that she will never go. But if she goes, I know 'tis best, For sorely does she need the rest. Bless my father and brothers, also dear, Who help to fill our home with cheer. I owe all this, dear God, to you, So forgiving, loving, kind, and true. Amen. Genevieve Moyer L9y'--Miss Truman THE DESTROYIVNG OF A RED COAT It was before the Revolutionary War, which was approach- ing, when a little girl named Peggy Ann lived in Philadelphia. Peggy Ann's family was for America, except her brother Fred, who was the coachman for the British governor living in Philadelphia. He wore a red coat which Peggy's family did not like. They were trying to find some way to get rid of it, so Peggy Ann sat on her favorite garden seat thinking of a safe way to destroy it. She jumped up suddenly. She had decided to slip into Fred's room that night while he was asleep. Peggy went to bed early. Later her sister Jane came to bed, and they both went to sleep. Peggy woke up at midnight and decided that it would be a good time for her to carry out her plan. She softly opened the door which led into Fred's room, and slipped in very carefully. She found the coat hang- ing on the back of a chair, picked it up and tiptoed back into her own room, quietly closing the door behind her. She stood for a moment thinking of a place to hide the coat. She de- cided to hide it in her clothes closet. Then the next morning she would destroy it.