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

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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

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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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THE LOST MAIL One day when it was raining anc che flying field was de- serted, I took from a drawer a small book which was used as a diary and glanced through the contents. The book belonged to a friend of mine at whose place I was visiting. My friend, it seemed was an ace in the Great ' 7 ar, and he had known several famous flyers and so after the war was over he took up, almost at once, flying with the airmail. Since then he always kept a full account of his adventures in this diary As I glanced down the dates, I sa w one which was but a few months before I met him. Instantly I was interested and after a few minutes of reading and coaxing, I managed to get the story from him After he had been flying mail long enough to become a vet- eran to the other pilots, he began to take up the far more haz- ardous and important night flying . My friend whom we shall call Jackson, took up flying the stretch from Reno to Sacra- mento. On the third night of flying the new route, he vahished completely. The last that was heard of him was leaving Reno and just starting over the mountains. The queer thing about it was that the stars were out and not a cloud in the sky, the trip on a night like that was as easy as day flying. So the officials decided to investigate. Two army flyers were sent out on the route which Jackson took but ’the two planes came back and said that there was not a plane or remains of one within three miles of the entire route. The men hired a body of farmers and volunteers to search the surrounding country. That, however, brought no developments except the fact that two planes had o.bviously landed in a rocky but flat plat- eau. There were little marks near the tracks and heavy tram- pled footprints. 7ith that as the only clue, the inspectors began to work on the case and; a flight of observation planes started out. After an hour of steady flying and watching, a small shack was discovered next to a patch of woods which was twenty- five miles from the route of the mail. The flight land- ed in a level field and went up to the shack. The S. C. knocked and an elderly man with a heavy beard opened the door. Upon being questioned as to information regarding a plane, the man was all too ready to say that he knew nothing. So the men entered and were greeted by two other men who held a revolver in each hand. On closer observation, the revolver of one man was sirniliar to a gun which the air pilots carry. The flyers