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

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A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO I. ,B. When thru your halls I swagger and sway With all my books on every day, I think that I would like to be At home, where books can not hurt me. But though you're trying at times, I tear, I grow more used to you each year. ' So to you, l. B., MY PART-TIME HOME, I dedicate this little poem, And, with all respect to you I say, Ahappy twenty-fifth birthday. -Ronald Behling, A8. I. B.. YOU ARE STRONG and bold, You are now twenty-tive years old. l5,000 pupils have graduated from here, And more will graduate this year. The education we get from you Will keep all the years through. ' We're grateful l.B. to youl -Mary Finwall, A7 IOHN BURROUGHS, we honor you, With colors bright and gay, For every year you served us We stand for you today. You are very dear to us, And truly we can say: Love from our hearts From all of us- Today and every day. -Arlene Student, B8 The years have come, the years have gone, And YOU ARE TWENTY-FIVE. But still as in those days gone by, Your halls are vibrantly alive. They and all the doors and rooms Have many a tale to tell And if they could speak, I know they'd say This year has gone so well. And now, you've completed your silver year. Greetings, I want to say, On behalf of all the kids you've known, I wish you a Happy Birthday! -Barbara Schoen, B8 LB. REPLIES: . Oh, I'm tired, long trampled, I have to be bold, It's my Silver Anniversary I'm twenty-tive years old. I'm ever so happy And I'm glad it's been told It's my Silver Anniversary I'm twenty-tive years old. V -Ioy Iohnson, A7. IOHN BURROUGHS Like school, like man, is a saying so true The World will judge largely, lohn Burroughs by you Our days at Iohn Burroughs soon will be doneg We'll miss the school, the work, the fun I So, as we move onward, along life's way We'll always rem-ember, and honestly say The training received here was some ot the best, It wil always be guarded in our treasure chest We are closing one chapter, and starting anew So, goodbye to IOHN BURROUGHS, farewell to you. -Allan Sandler' A9. OH. DEAR I OHN BURROUGHS. You've given me what I crave, The sense of knowing, The sense of knowing myself A thing not-learned in booksl -Donald Tothe, A9 The silence is broken with the sound of a drum. The drum beat is broken with the sound of a horn. The note of the horn is broken .by thetclang of the cymbals. The cymbals get weaker and weaker and then clang no more. The Iohn Burroughs Band has just passed by. Iohn Kulberg, A9 -

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IOHN BURROUGHS, the Man These are the dry, encyclopedia facts, Iohn Burroughs, naturalist and author, ' journalist and treasury clerk, barn 1837 in Roxbury, N. Y. Died 1921. Behind the cold, encyclopedic type I see a man of kindly face and gentle eye, who loved the earth he lived upon for tour score years and four, who Watched the robin on the wing, the caterpillar on the leaf, who laid his head upon the ground to watch the marching clouds . . . I see a man who loved the aged tree - and the young bough, the taste of honey and the feel of wind, the rain and thunder, the calm before the storm and the storm after, who loved his neighbor and his fellow man, and was in turn beloved by them. I see a stately figure walking slowly in the cool woods, the soft moss underfoot, the birds in joyous song, Born l837 Died 1921. These are the dry encyclopedia facts. -Iudy Baker, S'46. H770 cfonsider Ibis poem one of the hues! ever pub- lished al 1.13.2 LIFE WITHOUT MUSIC ' What a dreary place this world would be If God took all music away from mel I'd miss the birds with their lilting songs, The hum of the brook as it tumbles along I'd miss the music everywhere, Life would be so empty and oh, so bare! The song of the swallow, or robin red breast, The chir of a mother bird hi h in her nest- ' P Q All these make music that no one can beat, They make life worth living, and they make life sweet. Yes, a dreary place this world would be If God took all music away from me. -Allan Sandler' A9. IOHN BURROUGHS Surrounded by brilliant foliage Glistens in the morning sunlight. Purple pansies and white and yellow daisies Add a gay air to the emerald lawn, . While a multi-colored throng of excited students Crowd the Worn steps Through ever-open doors. Inside, the halls resound with voices Teachers smile a calm good morning to boister- ous pupils. Boys and girls bang lockers and shout hello's. Little before-school-groups gather, Sounding like chipmunks at work. Then comes a bell, It sounds a shrill command over the school. Teachers on last minute errands hasten to class rooms. The little groups are gone, The pupils rush,down the hall calling Last minute messages over their shoulders. Another bell resounds through the corridors: All is quiet, the halls are empty now. The classrooms buzz with activity, Another schoolday at Iohn Burroughs has be- gun. -Ruth Herzoff, A9. IN THE MEADOWS rich and green, Gay colored flowers are fit for a queen, -Blue bells and buttercups bow down their heads, While delicate violets sway in their beds. The light 'spring breeze makes the meadow a sea Of ripples and waves so wide and so free, In this green sea as it ripples along, The flowers are ships that are sturdy and strong. The tall straight trees stand solemn with pride As the broad leaves flutter and seem all alive, But soon the sun will sink from the sky, I And thesea will rest with the wind's last sighs. -Nora Gregorian, B7. SENIOR ORCHESTRA