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

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ONE OF OUR BOYS Not very long ago there was in this school a boy called Augie Gal an . Augie ' s favorite game was baseball. When he was small he made up his mind that when he grew up he would be a great baseball player . As years went on, he worked harder and harder toward his career .. There was one thing he wanted to do first and that was to finish all his schooling.. Later on, he was out of school and with him went his diploma. He worked so hard and so well that now he is playing for the Chicago Cubs. We are all happy to know that our Burbank boys can succeed in life if they try, and we are proud of them. --Mina Torres, L9 THE FLYING SKELETON The stands were packed, waiting for the start of the special event. All the airplanes were painted with weird designs as the prize was to be given to the most fantastic entry. The crowd was to choose the winner . As George and Bud were climbing into their ship, a big burly man approached them. Hey, where do you think you two are going? Why, up to fly, answered George. Meanwhile the man was poking his finger into the fabric of their plane, leaving dozens of tiny cracks. I ' m sorry, boys, said he, I ' ll have to ground this ship. He fished out a yellow tag which read GROUNDED] Not to be flown with fabric on the fuselage. Well, I guess we ' re sunk, said Bud. With a queer twinkle in his eye George said, Oh, no, we ' re not. George whispered his secret in Bud ' s ear. The puzzled expression vanished from Bud ' s face. For the next few minutes the boys were busy. They wheeled the plane into the hangar and closed the doors. The ships soared and dove over the field, each pilot trying to im- press the crowd with his ship. A strange whistling sound was heard. Looking up, thG crowd was startled to see what appeared to be a plane in construction. In the rear cockpit sat a white-clad figure. His movements were plain to the grandstands as he kicked the rudder bars. In the front cockpit sat another figure clad in white except for his goggles. Imme- diately a loud clapping of hands rose from the audience. There was no doubt that this ship had won the one hundred dollar prize. Later, when the white-clad ghosts were unmasked to reveal George and Bud, the angry official who grounded their plane strode up. Say, what does this mean? I grounded your ship. What do you moan by flying against my orders? Didn ' t you say not to fly with the fabric we had on the fuselage? asked Bud. Yes, stammered the official. Well, we didn ' t leave it on; wo tore it off. Is there any law against that? asked George. The official was beateni — -Tom Whisler, L9

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Wo sooner said than done. . , . , After staying on Tightwad Hill for about an hour the girls decided to try to get Into the stadium again. Imagine their surprise when in- formed that they could go in for the last ten minutes of the game Girls, the day wasn ' t wasted after all. We saw trie game, 1 . only for a few minutes, and that ' s what we set out to do. --Dixie Cruess, H8 STRENUOUS SP r ' RT It was the first time my five-year-old cousins had been to a show. First, they wanted some popcorn. When we got inside, they wanted to sit in the balcony. I argued, but they insisted, so we sat there. Before I knew it, they were throwing popcorn at the people below. The manager came up and said to stop it or we would have to go out. I finally per- suaded them to sit down and be quiet.. Thinking I had succeeded, I set- tled down to watch the picture. Suddenly, they wanted to fight but I was between them. When it was over, I bought them a soda and took them home. I pity the next person who takes them to a show. --Thomas Marks, L8 THE FOOTBALL GAME It was a bright sunny day, and many people were walking and driving towards the stadium. There was to be a big game this year, they said, and now it was here. We bought our tickets and went to our seats. Five minutes passed andatlast, far across the field, the players were coming. They took their positions and, quick as a flash, from no- where the football was in the air. Number three took the ball and passed it towards the goal. Number seven caught it and started running. He passed the fifty yard line with number eight at his heels. Now to the forty, thirty, twenty yard line. At last number eight caught up with him and brought him down. All this was so quickly done, that in less than fifteen minutes a touchdown was made. The game went so smoothly and so fast, that before we knew it the game was over. It ended twenty-f our to zero. We all enjoyed the game very much. --Rudolph Castro, H7 FUN IN THE SNO ! v ' hen I was six, I lived in Massachusetts where I was born. In the winter it would snow, and icicles would hang from the windows and doors and fasten them tight so we could not open them. I remember one day we woke and the snow was on the ground half way up to our window. After breakfast we had to throw hot water on it to get the window open. :, hen we got outside we had to get our shovel and dig our way from the door. A few minutes later men came and dug a path to let people out. There was a river a few feet away from our house which would be frozen over and we would go ice skating on it. I love Massachusetts and I wish I could go there again. --Evon Silva, H7

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A RACE FOR LIFE OR DEATH The stadium is filled with an excited, gay crowd of people. In a few Inltl the race .ill be on. Hipbones a sturdy lad is to race with Atalanta. Many a young man before him has trie., to defeat he no one has been able to do so. Atalanta has promised her nand in mar- riage to the one who wins the race with her, and death to the contestant who can ' t Ka p up with hor» Before the race Hippomenes prays to the gods for assistance. Venus hears his plea and brings golden apples from the Garden of Hesperides. Now the race is about to start. Atalanta and Hippomenes get on tne starting line and the sign to begin is given. They dasn off and Atalanta is in the lead. Hippomenes, seeing this, throws one of the golden apples ahead of Atalanta. Atalanta doesn ' t know whether to pick it up or not, but the oeauty of it overpowers her and she picks it up. At this moment Hippomenes catches up to her. Atalanta darts ahead again. Hippomenes then throws another apple ahead of her and she picks it up also. Again Hippomenes catches up to her. Now Hippomenes has only one apple left and they are nearing the end of the stretch, so he throws the last apple, hoping that Atalanta will stop for it. It rolls to the side of the track; Atalanta hesitates about picking it up but finally does. As she is stooping, a great shout and applause is heard. Hippomenes has won the racel — Anna Hamberg, L9 GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP Squeaky, the meadow mouse, was walking in a preoccupied way toward his home one bright sunny morning. He was suddenly startled by a shadow being cast on his path. Looking up, he saw Bushy Tail Fox. He wasn ' t a- fraid of Bushy Tail because Bushy Fox was a good sport and wouldn ' t harm him. Good morning, said Squeaky. Oood morning, saidBushy Tail. If you don ' t mind, I should like you to be one of my seconds in a duel I am going to have with Erother Coyo t e . Oh, why must you and Brother Coyote always fight duels? squeaked Squeaky, who was very kind-hearted and didn ' t like things that would cause bloodshed. I know you don ' t like it, but that is why I want you to be one of my seconds, because you ' ll see that everything is fair and square. Yes, it is better to have witnesses at such practices so that there ' ll be no foul play, and I am greatly honored that you have re- quested my presence, said Squeaky. Yes, and we have regarded your feelings too because we are going to fight with pointed sticks instead of our regular equipment. Oh, thank you, breathed Squeaky, you are so considerate and I ' ll try to be a fair judge. You and Brother Coyote will find that it causes less pain to fight with sticks. — Loretta Jordan, H9