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

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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'

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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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L CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY, or THE DEFECTIV3 DETECTIVE Detective - Bob Folger Convict - Joe Holton Rich man - Peter Hill Part one fln jail without bail? Convict: NI was walking down a side street that night about ten o'clock, thinking over my latest crime. It was a perfect crime! No one would trace me. I had gone to my old hideout when I was released from jail in the afternoon, had put on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and had padded my clothing well--apparently adding many pounds to my weight, CThese precautions were necessary as I had been hauled into jail several Simes by a defective detective named Folger. He always got the breaks and caught me every time.D This time I had hit an old man over the hefd, made a good haul, and slipped around the corner. I was safe! Part Two Cln jailj Convict: WAS I passed through a vacant lot I discarded my pads and glasses and threw them into what looked to be a hole. I hurried on, but as I happened to leak around, I saw two men running after me. One was the man I had robbed and the other was that hloodhound Folger. He had been taking a walk and had seen the old man lying on the sidewalk. He re- vived him and they took up the chase together. Soon they caught up to me.U Detective: nSay, Holton, look here. You just got out of jail today and you try to pick off the first guy you ----------- Rich man: nwait a minute. He's not the person who did it. My assailant wore dark glasses and was rather stocky.n ' ' Detective: WSorry, Joe, it was a case of mistaken identity.u' ' Convict: UI was sure glad that for once I got the breaks.H Part Three CStill in jail? Convict: UI had walked on and the detective left and started to cross the lot. It's a wonder he didn't get another break I thought. as I turned the corner, I heard footsteps behind me and knew that he was as lucky as usual. I ducked into a doorway, but I was too late. Folger and the old man had me covered.UC Detective: uPut 'om up, Halton, you'll have to come along. You were pret- ty clever, but I happened to stumble over these in the lot.n Convict: UHere I am in jail again, and all I can say is, 'Just another break for Bob Folger'.u- r Q Mercer Rentfrow H9yU if I . ,bO'