John Burroughs Middle School - Burr Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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LIBRARY HELPERS STAMP CLUB CAMERA CLUB J.B. ' s MANY CLUBS By MARILYN SEGAL J.B. has clubs many — take your pick. You can join any. Let me tell you of a few, And about the work they do. The Civics Club meets Monday nights, And practices the Bill of Rights. The Camera Club is often seen Taking pictures on the green. The Philharmonic Club does talk About Beethoven, Brahms, and Bach. Now I ' ve told you of a few — If you want to join one — it ' s up to you. PAGE EIGHTEEN

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SACRIFICE By NORMAN ROBERTS We are doing without many things now. We are doing with less canned goods, less shoes, less of everything. When we do without coffee, we release a ship to bring guns to Johnny Doughboy in Africa. Most of us are willing to help our country and allies in this way. We are glad to sacri- fice for the winning of the war. But is it sacri- fice? Would not trade be a better word? Let us consider the inconvenience of turn- ing off the lights when leaving a room, a trade for the electricity to form a bullet and doing without sugar, a trade for the pawder to speed that bullet to a Jap ' s heart. Is not the destruction of one of our enemy worth this small sacrifice? But this is not the end, for his death brings victory closer, and we may trade victory for our Peace and a Better World. Y foi-v- v . Infill MY FIRST PLAY By TED SACKETT The curtain opens and I ' m so scared I feel as though it was all a bad dream. I go out on the stage and start my lines. My knees act as though they were jelly. I don ' t know what I ' m saying, the words just come out. My head begins to spin and it seems as though I can ' t see very well. I say something and hear Don Carter laugh, and I feel all the worse. As I ' m looking into a mirror, which is part of the play, I can ' t remember what comes next. At the last moment I remember and I feel as though I had done a great thing. Then the thing I have been fearing happens. I forget my lines. My face begins to burn as I feel the horror of ruining the play and making a fool out of myself. It ' s the feeling of falling through space and not being able to do any- thing about it. Then the girl I ' m talking to whispers my lines to me. I think she ' s wrong but take the chance and say them. She was right, and at the end of the play I am very happy because everything went all right. I REGRET By PAT McCASSY It ' s a funny thing as spirit goes; It has many friends and many foes, And deep inside me I can tell, That I have done not half so well As those before me served and gave All they could to help and save The good fine spirit of old J. B., That will always be so dear to me. -■• PAGE TWENTY