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

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UNDER SHELTERING PINES Isn ' t it wonderful to go out into a forest of pine trees and camp for a week or so? One really enjoys such a recre- ation each year. The thought of waking up in the morning and seeing these tall, lofty trees standing high overhead ig inspiring. The sun breaking through the tops of the trees tries to shower you with sunshine to start the day off right. Then it is conforting to take a long walk into the deeper part of the forest. Seeing trees that have been there for many years, some for centuries, fills you with awe. As you walk along the river, you can see logs floating down stream. It seems too bad that these beautiful trees have to be cut down and sawedJ — Raoul Viramontes L9y A WILD VALLEY Every summer on May first I go trout fishing and hunting near Cloverdale. There is a fine swimming hole there that is filled with ice cold water. It is down in a valley with tall snow-capped mountains on either side where deer lurk. There is also a stream running through the valley in which there are hundreds of trout and salmon which will bite as soon as your line hits the water. And the water is cold and sparkling and sweet. I think it is the most interesting and enticing spot in California. --John Skoverski L9y WHAT TREES COULD TELL Probably if trees could only talk they would tell things that everyone would be very much surprised to hear. They might be able to tell us if the Indians really were the first people in America or not. Trees live so many more years than human beings that they could probably tell us more history than we have ever found out. When the winds blow through their branches they seem to say something that we would like to know. People from early times have used their imagination to a great extent and have written myths, poems, and songs about trees. Wouldn ' t it be fine if these trees could only talk a little bit? — Alice Perkins L9y

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A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT I had been reading several books about the lives of great men and was becoming with each additional book a little more enthusiastic. I too should become famous. No longer would I waste my time on the frivolities of life but I would devote each precious moment toward the attainment of my goal. ' The members of my family were happily planning the attend- ance of an exceedingly exciting movie but I declined to accom- pany them for I had seen the announcement of a lecture to be given that same evening by a noted scientist. I succeeded in obtaining my mother ' s permission to attend the lecture if I could possibly persuade a girl friend to accompany me. We arrived at the lecture room early in order to obtain the best seats available. My enthusiasm was somewhat dampened by the small size of the group waiting to hear the famous scientist . I v;...s again disappointed by the professor who w s under- sized, bald-headed, and sin 0 ularly unattractive. owever I had hopes of being duly impressed by his -words of wisdom. The lecture began. Scarcely a word of his monotonous talk did I understand. ' y friend nudged me repeatedly, but I refused to give her the opportunity of ridiculing mu I kept my eyes glued on the professor. At last to our relief the lecture was over. There was a faint applause. Ivty friend and I hurried away immediately. Of course she told all my other friends about the lecture, and even yet a voice often calls, ' Hello Professor. ' Se you tonight at the lecture. --H elen Johnson L9y IT PAYS TO BE SQUARE A peg that’s round Won ' t fit I ' m bound In any hole that ' s square; But when a square b.oy is around He ' ll fit in anywhere. •-Alice Rezend s L9y '

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THE BEAUTY OF TREES Just by shutting your eyes t can ' t you see a big orchard of apple trees all nicely lined up in rows? It is just the be- ginning of spring when little sprouts of green leaves start from the bare branches. A few days lat r the leaves are so big that hardly any of the brown of the branches shows. From some distance as one looks down over their tops, they seem like a huge spread of soft velvet. Then in later spring come the white an d pink blossoms. Nov;, the} - look like a huge field of well-kept snowy daisies. Then in the later summer the fruits get ripe, making the trees look different again with red and yellow apples. By the time the fruit has been gathered, the leaves start to turn an old greenish color. Then comes the windy season of fall and autumn. Soon all the leaves of the fruit trees start to fall and their beauty is gone for that year. --Hilda Immonen L9y n A QUAINT LADY She was a very old woman, an Austro-Hungarian, living by herself. She was dressed in high-topped shoes, which laced o- ver her ankles. Her hair, a dark bro wn color, was streaked with a silvery grey. She always wore dark brown dresses which came down to her ankles. This old lady also always wore a shawl when she went out, which made her look the more quaint. She seldom spoke to neighbors and, when she did, her remarks were unpleasant. She lived in a little brown house which she seemed to fit very well. In the front yard were stones and big rocks which she said were to keep the spirits away. Her face was wrinkled, probably with age or woriy. When she smiled, it was a wrinkled smile, but still it lighted up her aged face. S,he is just the type of a person for an artist ' s brush. — Claim! son L9y J Ut yj v WQT urn s o o O ' ' e - y? ■ o