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

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MAYTIME In Maytimo the skies are so clear And sweet songs of birds we do hear, While the grass is blown by the soft breeze, Which comes up from the nearby seas; Children are playing in the sun Having loads and loads of fun; People in ferries cross the bay, Go to parks for a while to stay. Children should be out each day In the lovely month of May. — Hisako Akagi H9x CALIFORNIA ' S PLAYGROUND California is no doubt the playground of the United States. The children of the Cyclops would consider it a haven if they were free to play with anything they could find in California. With what delight they would watch the many toy ships sailing eternally into the Golden Gate and our San Francisco BayJ Volley ball teams would be organized, using our twining grapevines for a net, over which would fly our well-renowned sun-kist oranges and cantaloupes. What a time those giants would havei Smaller boys would make a WEDDING CAVALCADE OF D. PERALTA, FOUNDER OF BEFKELEY

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You can hear the waves a- roaring; You can hear the fog horn snoring; And its note of misery Is the tune of the sea Under the skies. List to the call Of the rise and the fall Of the sea in your ears. Through all your childhood years The noise of echoes rebound Of the breakers in the sound; And all the night you hear The waves so far, so near. They seem to tell in song That the sea is a giant strong. — Lincoln Goddard H9x i

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a surprise to find that their marbles could be eaten after they tired of their game; They might long for a short distance swim to freshen themselves after our California sun had beaten down upon them all day, and in they would dive and swim easily across the bay in ten or fifteen minutes.. Though we find delight in letting our imaginations run wild, aren ' t we glad that we don ' t have Cyclops to take their amusement out of our industries? — Mary Condo h9x STARS One night, from my chamber window, I looked into the sky; And I sa v; in the darkness shining Only the moon on high. I wondered how it had come, To be all alone that night, For all around v as darkness And not a star in sight. Next morn, when I went out to play, I saw to my surprise, A thousand starry daisies Pointing towards the sky. Lady Day had picked the stars And to flowers changed them all; She dropped them all into her meadows To be her children small. — Mary Boehner H9y DON ' T CLOSE THE DOOR ON YOUR DREAMS We all build our little castles They tumble and fall sometimes, Don ' t get discourages--lift up your chin Life ' s really too short--so bear it and grin. They ' re hero today and gone tomorrow, Those little troubles that vex you. Your star is shining--stop your pining. Blot out the memories that fret you. fou ' ll have to start from the ‘bottom And build up step by step. It ' s an old story now, but still somehow It ' s the truth that lingers yet. There ' s no gold at the end of a rainbow I hat will make your dreams come true. It ' s everyday 1 iving--taking and giving That fulfills your dreams for you.