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

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MY MONKEY Jocko, my monkey, likes me. He is funny when he plays. He makes such queer noises. Jocko will bite me, and pretend that he is fighting with me. When people pass my house, they stop to look at him. Sometimes they give him candy and peanuts. We feed him vegetables, for he doesn't like meat. He puts bread in his pouch and runs to a hollow place in a tree that grows in our yard. I like my monkey very much. Robert Crane 07B Qnle F : AQBQEEE7 IOC 'X 6, so Q A,..N D f-ffimfp 492 , ..:::If'f5f A BUSY AFTERNOON The afternoon was hot and sultryg just the sort of an afternoon when one hates to work. I had been slow in starting on my vocabulary, but was now working fast and furiously on it, as this was the last day in which to finish the task. I had not worked long when my little sister came in. If you have any little sisters, you know what pests they can be. WSister,n I said, Uplease go out and stay out, and by the way, don't take my best scarf with you.U HOh Sis,U replied the little one, Wcan't I take it out? I will be so careful. Really I will. I won't bother you any more either.n Her voice was so soft, and she looked so sweet and honest, that I let her go. I had worked hard for another five minutes when in came my little brother. HSis,H said he in his baby voice, UI want to play with your doll, Can I please?U UHoney, say, 'May I,' and I shall let you play with him,W I answered. I hated to let little Dick play with my doll, because it was an heirloom of the family which had been presented to me. To get the vocabuf lary finished in time, I gave up the doll. After a good many more questions asked by my little pests, I finally got rid of them and finished my vocabulary. The next day when I recovered the scarf and doll, I decided at once ,never to delay my tasks to the last minute again, because the scarf was torn to shreds, and the doll was in pieces. Selma Krinkel H9y'

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A STORM AT SEA There was a tiny speck on the horizon. As it grew larger, it devel- oped into a small fishing boat. One could see the sailors running around the deck pulling in the sails. They no more than had them in than the dark clouds above broke into a loud rumble and lightning flashed across the sky. The waves rolled over the little boat and made it shudder from stem to stern. Just as the sailors thought they would be torn apart by the mocking waves, they heard a familiar fog horn and knew they were safe. I ' Jack Snook H9zn EXPERIENCES OF JOHN EARNEST WILLIAMSON IN THE BAHAMA ISLANDS On February 9, 1931, I went to the Oakland Auditorium to hear Profes- sor Williamson lecture and see his motion pictures of undersea life. In the first part he showed the dangers and ugliness of the sea, in the sec- ond, the beauties of the under-sea. He also showed how the two types of diving suits operate, and the mechanical lung. What interested me most was the process of lifting rocks and trees from under seas. One time he tried to dynamite the base of a wonderful tree for a specimang but one of the natives misunderstood and placed the dynamite in the tree, and blew it to pieces. In taking the pictures, he used a long tube descending to the bottom of the water where there was a tank for the photographer and artist There wasn't a minute of the film which was not interesting. Profes- sor Williamson also gave an interesting lecture about sharks. It sur- prised me to see how hard his native workers worked. They didn't quit, even though they did make mistakes, and failed many times, and they did much to assist him. I believe his film was the most interesting I have ever seen. A Waino Mellin L9y' THE REWARD FOR TWO TRAMPS 'Tom crouched in the shadow of the barn as the two tramps came nearer. The two tramps had black hats and were about seven feet tall. WThe reward for catching them is one thousand dollars,U said Tom to himself. Ulf I could catch them I would be a lucky boy.n In came the two tramps and went to sleep on the straw in the barn. Tom went and got some rope, then tied their hands behind their backs, and then hit the two tramps over the head with a stick. Then he went to get his father.. His father took the tramps to town and got the thousand dol- lars and Wednesday his name was in the papers. I guess he was the lucky boy, n Bruce Morris L7z'

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GARDEN or MINE Now to work very hard In my awakening yard: To grow May flowers, Coming after April showers. I'll dig the weeds, And prepare to plant seeds, Out in the warm sun, Oh! but it's fun! I pray that some day You'll come my way, , When the moon shines bright, On a clear June night. My garden will be like a park, Having even the sleeping lark. Oh! what a soothing sight: A bit of heaven, quite! . Mildred Longrus H8zU THE HEROISM OF KAN, THE HUSKY Away in the northern wilds of Canada, there lived a little boy with his mother and father. He was well acquainted with the friendly Indians who lived around his house and they gave him an Indian name, Mookoomahn. Mookoomahn had six huskies. His favorite was named Kam. Kam was the leader of the dog team and a very sensible leader, too. One day Mookoomahn went to visit some Indian friends and was coming home when suddenly the sky grew dark. He knew what that meant so he hur- ried on his way. Then the blizzard came. Robert hurried faster and urged the huskies on and on. All of a sudden, Kam stopped with a jerk and would not go on. Mookoomahn cracked his whip and yelled, but the huskies could .not go on because Kam stood in the path and snapped viciously at the other dogs with his pure white teeth. As Mookoomahn was very much puzzled over the action of Kam, he went ahead very cautiously. As he half-crawled, half-walked towards Kam, the dog snapped at him. Mookoomahn looked downward and saw the one-hundred and fifty foot cliff that was near his house. He realized that Kam had saved his life. From then on, the boy appre ciated his dog more than ever. ig ' Oliver Atchison L8y'