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

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were bound together in twos and disarmed. The three men then left and a roar of a motor was heard. Then a man came running down the ladder and unbound the group. Jackson swiftly told of a hanger camouflaged as a group of trees. They all ran to their planes but the gas was all drained out. The missing flyer took his plane which was overlooked and flew in pursuit. The pursued plane had a head start. Jackson telephoned the nearest airport, in the direction of the fleeing plane, to stop it at all cost without harming the plane and also to send fuel to the stranded pilots. The mail was all found on the other plane. --Norman Koch L9z ' A NIGHT MYSTERY One night I was walking down a dark street when all of a sudden I saw something black hiding behind a tree. I started to run but this thing put its long arms out and grabbed me. He carried me through a graveyard and up a hill to a dark old house, full of spider webs. It was a creepy place. He joined three other ghosts in a small room and they talked about put- ting me in the cellar with a skeleton. They told me the skel- eton was alive, I was so scared I couldn ' t do a thing. They finally put me in the cellar. Just a little light leaked through a crack. I heard bones rattle. The skeleton grabbed me by the throat and was shaking me when I heard my mother say Get up, or you will be late for school . --Robert Davis L9z ' A MYSTERIOUS JINGLE One evening as I was going to bed I put a dollar and a half on the table in a bag. I slept until eleven o ' clock and I heard something jingle. I didn ' t hear it for awhile and then I heard it again in the front room. I was scared for a moment. Then I went to sleep and when I woke up it was six o’clock. I went to my mother ' s bedroom and she was awake. I asked her if she had heard it and she said she had. We found that my money was gone. I said, There has been some- one here because my money is gone. I left it here last night. Soon I heard it jingle again. I looked around. My cat was chewing on the bag. During the night it had entered the house and pulled the bag off of the table. We were glad to catch the thief. — Arthur Heasell L9z '

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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

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HOW A SNAKE GOT ITS RATTLES Once upon a time in Africa there was a ferocious old snake which lived in the swamp land. He delighted in killing animals and human beings. He would coil himself around a large branch of a high tree and doze away until his victim would approach. One year the food supply of the natives ' was just about ex- hausted. They had grown lean and lank from hunger. No one dared to go into the woods to kill a wild animal. Diana, goddess of the woodland and the chase, was wander- ing through the swamp. She found her favorite stag groaning in the coils of the snake. She screamed angrily. Never a- gain shall you creep upon an innocent stag. You shall have rattles and every animal will know when you are about to strike . The people to whom the birds told the joyous news were no longer fearful of their old enemy. They went into the woods and returned home with many animals ' which they roasted and ate. --hilliam Santos L9z WHY THE HOSE K S THORNS .1 beautiful rose grew in an old-fashioned garden. The stately hollyhocks, the snow white calla lillies, and the blue batchelor buttons were jealous of her beauty and fragrance. One would think the rose would be happy uecause of so much admiration, but she was bitterly unhappy. Her kind friend, Ceres, asked, LIy dear, why are you drooping your beau- tiful head? Oh, answered the rose, people are always bothering me. They stop and inhale my fragrance and bruise my soft petals. Some of them are so cruel that they pluck my sisters and tear them to pieces. Ceres was impatient and said, You selfish thing. You don’t deserve to be loved. 3he waved her wand and thorns pushed their way out of the stem of the rose. The rose straightened herself proudly and haughtily threatened any in- truder. Ever after the rose and its descendants have had thorns. All the thornless roses have been destroyed. --Kielo Kyrskymurto L9z