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

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Awaken and plan the day with Him You ' ll progress as the day is long, Be pleasant and cheerful the whole day through And there will he nice things in store for you. Turn a new leaf--resolve amends. Happiness will come it seems. A smile will hide what ' s deep inside-- Don ' t close the door on your dreams. --Bernice Barthels H9x A SALUTE TO SPRING I flung wide my bedroom window And gazed with rapturous eyes , At the gorgeous landscape before me-- An equal to paradisei The trees had donned their new garments Of brilliant silver and green. And the daffodils, gay and golden, Across the meadow were seen. Millions of birds in the treetops-- Were singing as if to say, That they had awakened this morning, And found spring was on its way. --Dorothy Cabral H9y ' BEAUTIFUL MEXICO Not long ago Will Rogers said, I don ' t see why people go to Europe to travel when they can go to Mexico and see just as much or more. At present you may secure three pesos for one American dollar. The way my mother and father describe it, Mexico must be very beautiful. You may find the beautiful ruins that resemble Egyptian pyra- mids at Yucatan, the Swiss Alps at Sierra Madre , the modern cities at Mexico City. Coffee, banana plantations. Gold, silver, copper, and coal mines. Mexico is very rich in oil. Seaports surround Mexico whore exports are sent out. A man whose name I can ' t recall said, Mexico is a beggar sit- ting on a bag of gold. It is right, because they have no leader good enough to take the people out of the revolutionary crisis. Nevertheless it is surging ahead in world affairs and importance. — Louis Ramirez H9y

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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.

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MYSTERY WRITER REVEALS HIMSELF In our midst there has been a boy who has made our News more interesting by sending in some so-called News Gossip . He signed himself the Mystery Writer . A few children had a hunch who it was. I think they enjoyed his articles and wanted them kept in. Anyway now that this is the end of the term and ho must leave Bur- bank he wanted to let his identity be known. The Mystery Writer who wrote for the Nows is Alfred Francis and he is sorry to leave Burbank School. --The Mystery Writer GRADUATION TIME Graduation time is almost here again and with it come many hap- py faces of those pupils who have made good . This time of the year always reminds me of an endless river that flows on forever. But no matter how many pupils have made good, there always seem to be some who lag behind, because of laziness, or because they don ' t care how or when they get out of school. Although school time is the happiest time of anyone ' s life, there is a limit to it for we have to get out and make room for the now comers. It seems to me that some of the lazy ones should try a little harder to keep moving with the current and not become sand bars in the river that ne-od extra, pushing; but it seems that no matter how hard the teachers and principals try, there will always be some who will hold up the procession. — Blaine Slater H9y RAIN It seems the rain must come and go, Some like its coming; others like. snow. After it ' s gone, things look fresh and clean; It ' s like a gift of heaven from a hand unseen. When flowers get withered and look so dry, The rain revives then before they die. Although the rain nay got you wet. It won ' t stay long, so don ' t you fret. — Verna Palmer H9z ' GHOST TOWNS OF CALIFORNIA Today in Califo.rnia there arc many ghost towns scattered hero and there as land marks of the boon days. These. old towns could tjll many strange s.torios of gamblers, miners, outlaws, and dance- hall girls, if they could only talk. Each of those ghost towns shows the discovery of a gold, copper, or silver vein that soon worked out and was forgotten when the miners heard .of another strike more promising than the first. Then they abandoned their