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

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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'

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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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white and he had a lighted candle high above his head. RETURN OF MR. GREEN The wind was howling, trees were swaying, shutters were a dim light was shining on the second story of the old house Three boys were walking down the small dark lane, which Joe was thirteen, John was twelve, and Jack was fifteen, h WGee, I wish we were there already,n said Jack. banging,-and on the hill. led to the village at the bottom of the hill. Their names were Joe, John, and Jack. USO do I,H came the answer from Joe, but John was silent and frightened. Do you think Mr. Green asked John. nYes, I believe he will, very night that he was found The three boys were new ly they heard a bangg then a We might get murdered too.n 'll murdered,U replied Jack, will appear as the people have been saying?U because it was just two years ago on this entering the gate of the old house. Sudden- scream. John said, HCome on. Let's go back The other two boys laughed and said, UYou're acared, that's all--just scared.n John said, HI am not, and to prove it, I will go in.n They were now inside the large house and began walking up the first flight of stairs. They heard something moving in the next room. When they opened the door, there stood Mr. Green. His hair and beard were HNo,U replied Mr. Green, Umy twin brother was murdered. We came here to find the treasure that was left in this house by our uncle. Some rob- bers came also.p We had a terrible fight. They murdered my brother, but I excaped with many cuts and bruises.n ' USO that is why this house was haunted?U asked the boys. iUYes,U replied the old man. UI did not leave this house because I in? tended to find the treasure. AI found the chest today, but there was noth- ing in it, except a note which said, UYou are not worth having the treasur but you may have this house.H It was signed, NYour uncle.U The boys really were the heroes of the mystery of the haunted house. I rx fry . ff' Ceeilia Ferreira H9z' P llf Cu f xref-w get NNLL , ' I 0 5 Lwafd Ci:.,f':5 lXAirmJ'f! kWa4.,fJQ C!pE,f'! S