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

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A VIE7 FRO! 1 ' BALDY HILL We reached the top of Baldy Hill after a hour of good stiff climbing in the hot midday sun and were completely ex- hausted. The hill was called by this queer name because a- round the top the growing grass has dried, and looked bare, while the rest of the hill was dark green, from the trees. As we looked around, green woods met our eyes and far be- low in the winding highway, the few automobiles that passed looked like ants crawling. Through a small clearing in the trees, our swimming hole resembled shining glass. On the side of a hill we saw the apple orchard where we had hiked the night before. Behind us, in the distance, we saw the top of a small building which was the grocery store of the town, Caz- adero The country was very beautiful . --Leo Kesti H9y OLD FAITHFUL Faithful was the name of a dog, and this name surely fit- ted him. He was an old shepherd dog, and he lived only to care for his sheep, and stick to his duty. One day there came out of a crude cottage, an aged man, who hobbled along on a cane. Faithful barked as he saw his master approaching. This old man ' s only income was his sheep, and so he cared for them very well. The sheep were let out of their sheds, and led down the road. They grazed peacefully, while the aged man lay down to rest, for he knew that Faithful would watch his flock. Soon, from over the hill there came a pack of wolves, which crept stealthily toward the sheep. Faithful saw the wolves, and with one leap and bound he was out in the midst of the sheep. The wolves charged, and the sheep ran madly to and fro. Faithful leaped into the center of the pack, and tried his best to stop them from killing the poor defenseless ani- mals . The dog put up a brave battle, but the wolves soon over- powered him, and he lay dead where they had thrown him. Soon help came, and the wolves were driven off, and the sheep that were not killed, were cared for. The old man knelt by the side of his dog, and whispered a prayer. It may have been--that his dog would have a good home in the next world. Who knows?--Gladys French H9y

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OLD IRONSIDES The U. S, S. Constitution-- Old Ironsides of song and story, legend and tredition — comes out of history ' s pages to thrill the nation. The veteran frigate, one hundred thirty-six years old, victor of forty-two fierce battles, is the world ' s most re- nowned ship of war. In 1812, under the command of Captain Isaac Hull, she defeated the British ship, Guerriere, and won her nickname. Marked for peace time destruction, through an impassioned poem, Old Ironsides , written by the elder Oliver Wendell Holmes, she was saved, for he said, 0 better that her shat- tered hulk should sink beneath the wave than to be destroyed. Photographers and artist alike have found the ship an interesting study. A beautiful ship when all her canvas is flying, the Constitution boasts what are probably the highest masts of any sailing ship afloat. It is with a feeling of pride that I know I did my little bit in rebuilding this old historic battleship. — Margaret Longwell H9y ' CARELESSNESS Did you know that carelessness causes the loss of more lives than anything else. When people are hit by automobiles, it is because of carelessness either on the part of the driv- er or the one who ns hit. Motorists blame the city, they say it is the duty of the city to have more officers. Pedestrians blame the city because the penalty for speeding is not more severe. They say it is the city ' s job to protect its citizens. This may be true but the city cannot do it all, it must have some cooperation from the people. We call ourselves citizens, but are we? A citizen should help the city and not expect everything for nothing. Being careless does not help but rather hinders the betterment of the city and country. The city stations officers or signals at all busy corners, and if people will not obey these, what more can be done? If all the people would band together and wage a war against carelessness they would find the old world isn ' t so bad after all. — Luella Johnson H9y '

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A LONG HUNT I was standing near a school one day, when I saw a group of small children coming from one of the rooms. The teacher instructed them as to what they were to do. It was Easter and the children were going to have an Easter egg hunt, and were all excited. After a few minutes she told them that they could start to search for the eggs. The teacher said that there was only one blue Easter egg and the one who found that egg would be given a large chocolate cream egg. This hunt went on for almost an hour when one of the small children jumped from one of the small trees in the yard. Th e child was so excited that she could hardly wait to show it to the teacher. She was given the egg and was told to be care ful when she ate it because there was something in it. When the child had divided it with some other children she came a- cross a piece of paper which had a half a dollar in it. This was a very long hunt for one Easter egg. but she was rewarded after all. --Ethel Ha 0 an II9y BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE If you have a g ray-ha ir$d mother In the old home far away, Sit down and write the letter, You put off day by day. Don ' t wait until the tired steps Reach heaven ' s pearly gate But show her what you think of her Before it is too day. If you have a tender massage, Or a loving word to say Don ' t wait until you forget it But whisper it today. Who knows what bitter memories Hay haunt you if you wait, So make your loved ones happy Before it is too late. --Philip Antons H9y