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

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GIRLS' CLASS CAPTAINS, SECRETARIES AND SERGEANTS To the Boys of LB.: Being a student of I.B. has always meant a great deal to me, and being able to serve you as Athletic Commissioner has meant even more. The sports' field has been one of the greatest highlights of my three years at I.B. Events such as track meets, football games, and basketball games, can be well planned, but can not be carried through to success without the cooperation and fine sportsmanship of you students, which you have wholeheartedly given this term, and which I appreciate. l also Wish to thank Mr. Robert Hawkins for his guidance and interest in the boys of I.B. and the I-l.A.S. Bob Ritchie, Boys' Athletic Commissioner, S719 A9 ALL STARS: Yesterday noon, tryouts were held for girls A9 All-Stars. The sidelines were crowded as Iinx Cogan, lan Hobensack, Skippy and Mickey Spaeth, Louise Harris, Sandra Har- ris, Emily Raife, Maureen Fond, Mary Lee Ham- ill, and Charmaine Dickinson came out on top. All the teams are good and this season is going to prove exciting. Chgset' fs- ffx IQ X' if X, J I.-..t' ,nm , ,L . vj S N Et ' Af ' I - Nfl ,, ex L .4 J 1 wtf? - T . 1 '. , J .3 f i n! Qf ., .,' ' E 'eil Gd' ' NQMP- qv U. ji i l Dear Girls of Iohn Burroughs, l cannot believe that the term of S'49 is at its close. I will always look back on it as a dream, too good to be true, and fading away before even beginning. Holding an office highlighted my A9 terml To be able to work for, and with such wonderful gals as all of you are, has been a joy that I will never forget. ln behalf of all the girls, I wish to thank the physical education teachers for their excellent direction, and Enid Wiemokly for her efficient help in taking care of Iunior Noon League. In closing, may l wish my successor a very successful term. l'll be thinking of you all. Sincerely, I Ian Hobensack, Girls' Athletic Commissioner, S'49 NOON LEAGUE: Have you ,ever played noon league? If you haven't, you 'really have missed league? If you haven't, you really have missed missioner and the physical education teachers plan noon league so that it is interesting and lots of fun. The seniors and juniors alternate every week. Anyone can have a part in noon league, either playing on a team or as a ref- eree. Good sportsmanship and co-operation go together to make up a good team. The winning team of the junior division and the winning team of the senior division play it off to find the champion team of the school. The Winning team and the runner-up get to go on the stage in the Girls' League assembly and receive letters. l.B.its remember lohn Burroughs has a motto which applies to sports and to all school activ- ities as well. It is: To win honorably, to lose graciously, and to co-operate generously. - Patricia Levi, A8 KING OFTHE HERD He lifted his head, His neigh rang through the Valley, He stood, proud and strong. -Pat Ellis, A9.

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A9 ALL-STARS Crack! Swish! The ball goes soaring over the fence! ls it Babe Ruth? No! Stan Musial? No! Skippy Spaeth? Yes!! Skippy is our excellent first baseman and All-Star Captain this term. Along with Skippy, the fine pitching of Maureen Fond and fielding 'of Louise Harris and Micky Spaeth are outstanding. The hitting of this team is hard, high and long. Contributors to this repu- tation are Ianet Cogan, Emily Raife, Ian Haven- sack and Noni Hamill, who are always counted on for homeruns. Charmaine Dickerson, Sandra Harris, Enid Wiemokly and Margery Mackenzie are noted for their fine team play and swift fielding. Yes, the A9 team for S'49 is truly ALL- STAR! HOLD THAT CUSTOM Block that kick! Hold that line! What's go- ing on? ls Notre Dame playing? Cf course not! It's the Dust Bowl, a grand old Iohn Burroughs custom. And a grand old custom it is. Where else but on the athletic field does school spirit come out so spontaneously, or where else is there such Cl good feelingrtwords our neigh- bors whether we win or lose? Yes, Iohn Bur- roughs annual Dust Bowl brings out the good sportsmanship in all of us. So hold that custom, Iohn Burroughs! . Phyllis Marks. AR B9-A9 BASEBALL ALL-STARS VS. H.A.S. The crowd! is tense. The ball is a 'homing pidgeon, soaring through the air, determined to reach its destination. A roar! Screams of joy and sadness rise from the crowd. It's the All-Star, H.A.S. basketball game pit- ting the best athletes of the school against each victorious, both striving to win this game of the year. The All-Stars are led by their red- headed guard combination of Ierry Kliman and Captain Lenny Rapping. The I-l.A.S. features Captain Gerry Elkins at center and Eddie Brant at forward. lt has been a clean hard-fought battle all the way. The score now stands at 12 to 8, with the All-Stars leading, and in possession of the ball. A free throw for Buzzy Engleson! lf he can sink this it will almost cinch the game for the All-Stars as time is running out. Swish! The ball sounds as it meets the net, and the proud smile on Buzzy's face tells us the basket is good. The H.A.S. takes the ball out of bounds. Next there is a beautiful interception by Ierry Kliman, who's going in for a lay-up all by himself. The ball is rolling around the rimg will it go in? Yep!! The gun goes off ending the game, and an underdog All-Star basketball team has swamp- ed the favored I-l.A.S. 15 to 8 in earning a well deserved triumph. Seymour Druskin, A9 ! I, A. ,-v,- ,- ,, -V . -A -2- W .. ,..qw--f.4-.W e--':-v-www-rvvwpw-.-..,...,:..rfn

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X X8 xklbly 'Uh lt ll' l l- t t it vigrx ' A ' it b i K SPRING SYMPHONY 5 X X XX X 5 flnSIOired bY Fantasia and Beethoven's xx - Xl lsiflbxgy-: r'6B M ' Pastoral Symphony? X B x Q55 5 X9 l The audience is silent. -A , X if egttk t ' X The coughing and restless rustling is over. 64 -- Q sith 6 X, at The conductor makes his way to the podium. 1:55 X 5 5 He lifts his baton, then lowers it, , tr 6 And the first notes sound. Softly the pattering of spring rain ls erased by radiant sunbeams. The slate of the world is clean and dry again. But the giggling of the brook, Like that of a novice Playing his first major role, ls freshly remindful That spring is youths possession. The orchestra plays on. The wistful fluting of wind in the reeds. And the tempestuous yet petulant Moaning of breeze-swayed trees, Complete the wood-winds. The brook ripples over its bed of stones Like a sinuous harp. And the waving grass in the meadow ls the nimble-fingered violinist, Drawing from the earth its haunting melody. The coo-coo is the shrill trumpeterg The tree-toad is the lazy trombone, And his cousin, the bull-frog, ls the rasping bassoon. But the very throbbing of their spirit ls the deep, resounding bass-viol. Far above this complex work, a young honey- bee Shy, yet hopeful, contributes a timid descant, As all the elements of Spring join To make it a finished composition. The whole rejoicing world is the audience, Who, resting now after the rebirth of spring, Answers with its own applause, Silence, deep and reverent, And hopes that the intermission is a long way off. -loanne Wolffson, A9. O SUN! Cold and misty, damp with dew Describes our world, when without you, O Sun! Before you shed your rays And give us beauty in many ways. You unveil the objects, dark from night, And warm the dew-chilled flowers, that might Have left the earth all cold and bare, But you are kind, and long to share. ' -Geri Lenski, AQ. 1, i V ' X Xb gli 5 S55 axi- sx D4 X A XX BATTLE OF THE GODS The sun is covered with a soft grey blanket As though to hide his kindly face From the horrors of the impending battle. Pulled by the winds, his mighty steeds, The Rain God speeds in his black chariot Across the purpling sky. Rushing, rumbling, roaring, Hurtling over storm clouds, the chariot streaks by. Winds scream with fury as the Rain God lashes them on. Cn and on they speed - thru the growing dusk Over the clock of blackness, spread by night across the sky. Q - Iupiter starts the battle, Searing the restless heavens With flaming, white-hot swords. Lightning flashesl Thunder crashes! Rain plumrnets toward the earth. Animals scurry into holes, birds into trees, People stop work and rush into buildings, All anticipating a thrilling, and magnificent spectacle. lupiter begins to show his mightl The rain pours in torrents, as heavenly rivers Pour their contents onto the world below Neptune lashes the seashore in stormy wrath, Mountains of churning water thunder Toward rock strewn beaches, breaking, crush- ing . . . lt is no longer a spectacle to be watched and enjoyed: Animals and people alike flee for their lives As dams break and rivers flood. A wicked thunderbolt strikes a tree, A forest burns. Animals know not where to run, Whether to burn or to drown. Men work fever- ishly, Pitting their puny efforts against The mighty forces of the Gods. At last Apollo breaks through The dismal curtain of blackness With his shining golden chariot. The battle is overl -Roger von Pressigif' A9.