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

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taxis nnounn JB HEY'FtE satis We 'E W' 3 The typing class is like hail in a heavy rain fall- ing on a tightly stretched tent top. -Edward Kneisel, A9 These walls of IB. have seen many brilliant people pass through the halls. -EK The bells at I.B. have saved many a sad bog. ---E. . A person who is well groomed is like a flower growing in a patch of weeds. -BK. The metal shop at l.B. is like a midnight thunder storm. -BK. You can't get into the attendance office without your family tree to back you up. -Paul Swindler, A9. The teachers are like broken records, Keep Quiet, Keep Quiet, Keep Quiet. The record goes on all day. -PS. The sound of the machines in wood shop is like an airplane field. -Ierry Beichman, AQ. A new B7 trying to open his locker is like a for- getful housewife making salad dressing. They both exclaim, 'll forget the combinationln -Ian Hobensack, A9. Silence is Golden, but this is our Silver Anni- versary! -ll-I. Friendship at Iohn Burroughs is like a 2000- year-old oak tree-sturdy, reliable, and with ever so many branches. -IH. l-lard working teachers are like hungry boys with turkey at Thanksgiving time-They are never done. -I.l-l. Stuck up girls are like Christmas packages- they are all wrapped up in themselves. -l.H. The students notebooks are like Lucky Strikes, so round, so firm, so fully packed. -Sandy Thaler, A9. The happiest people at 3:10 are teachers. -Vivian Shaclrow, B9. Getting straight A is as easy as flying with- out wings. -Marshall Lewis, A9. The attendance office is like a draft board-you are given the once-over before you are ad- mitted. -Carol Solomon, A9. Metal shop is like the inside of a drum when some one is beating it. -IB. At 8:10 the filling of the classroom is like the gait of a creeping snail, but at 3:10 the room is emptied with the speed of onrushing cattle. -Barbara Neal, B9. An angora sweater is quite the precious thing, but not for long with the boys pulling out the fuzz. -loan Weiser, BQ. Homework is like someone trying hard to write a book but can't find the right words to go in it. -l.VV. Life begins at 3:10. -Renee Vollen. School is a bad influencep it caused sleeping sickness at 7:00 in the morning. -RV. VACATION! lt's beginning! This is lune! No more school until September! Three whole months! Yes, it's tune and the beginning of summer vacation. Soon the beaches will be full tof teen- agers hoping to get a quick suntan. The sun chuckles to himself as he thinks of more tricks to play on these young outdoor enthusiasts. The fields will be full of picnickers who brave the wrath of the bee to pick the enticing flowers. And the summer conversations will begin to be be heard all over, Boy, is it hott , Quchl that's my sunburnl This is the normal start of summer vacation. And IB. is sitting there looking completely satis- fied, for the old school has just finished putting another class of students through three years of schooling. Now the class of summer forty-nine is graduating. Wait a minute! Did we say this is the start of normal summer? Maybe to other people it is, but not to us. For today we're say- ing Goodbye I.B.l High School, here we comet -Marjorie Abrams, A9. QI- 0 . , H 't' f ft . F J . K., X L r .tt H if 6 f t , .t. -i- ' ,' .MIT- 3- 1 - P .,.., -.' .- A, :Kwan Q: 1 Ly. .P f m, 2, .rt .af-' 2:2:. X 5 '- fi! : t 'gi 'ti i' abit ' , ,H e 1 1 f 'S 3 I1 1 XM ' 15' I 'll k I I rl W . , f, Xt . .- I N' if . Y- '16, lvl 7' .N ,gf F his Q' . ifnsffff ' T ,fit '- ..,... T g Ee W 25 . ,.., .... i t T, W F X, ..,.N:l rhlgl 'y ' Ji, f an walt.. .4ftg1:1.i Par- . dll --,' , 4- wz. - A . l W I , g,.t ..'. gji J HAMu.ToN

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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.

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Q L Q ia Mg-ii? 9 ' , 5 if it -fl .L is.. It ff kit if PROM BURROUGHS After his mistake in class, he became a little island surrounded by lashing waves of laugh- ter. -Gordon Smith, AQ. A home is a jig saw puzzle. Each .piece must fit together to make it complete. -Sanford Deutch, AQ. Life is but one minute of eternity, a minute of love, hate, work, and play, a minute of building and of destroying. Yes, life is one minute, a minute of glory and then death. Our happiness depends on what we make of our minute of eternity. -Simon Feinberg, AQ. The silent beauty of the night slid by as the dawn glided in with her golden wings. -Geri Lenske, AQ. Each step towards peace is the touch of God, holding our hands as We await the verdict. -G.L. Like feathers from the sky, the flakes covered the ground, with a magnificent silver splendor. David Entin, AQ. The day broke with all its splendor, only to meet the anguish of war. -Paul Swidler, AQ. The world is an Atom that we don't want to split up. -Gary Hoffman, AQ. Love is like a blossom eager to bloom, reluctant to die. -Virginia Cahlan, AQ. The sun is an alarm clock awakening all the flowers. -Edward Kneisel, AQ. A bare tree in winter is like a King with no wardrobe. -Terry Beichman, AQ. Sleeping with my little brother is like trying to sleep while fighting a wildcat. -Gay Ross-Clunis, AQ. The porcupine's needles were as sharp as the needles grandmother uses in her knitting. -Rhoda Stern, AQ. Sometimes the wind moans like a coyote on a dark night, and the trees tap on the windows like fingersf -Carla Mayer, A7. DEW! Little diamonds Dropped from the dark heavens Reflecting scarlet flowers and tall scented pines Disappearing at daybreak. -Bill Tobias, AQ. RAIN Molten silverl Pelting, pounding, battering . The resounding drumhead of our world. Bain! -Richard Baum, AQ' TO WRITE: . Take a pinch of life . Add a bit of humor And stir until well mixed together. TTY iff -Ruth I-Ierzoff, AQ' f The poems Bain and To Write are cin- quainsl My mouth is like a tiny puIDDY1 it does the wrong things at the wrong time. -Sheila Fox, A7. Some peoples minds are like blackboards. They erase and forget whatever they want to. -Henry Aaron, A7. A child is like a tree, each goes out of line some- times and needs straightening. -H.A. War is like a devil that breathes smoke and fire on to all it can gather in. -I-l.A. The wind is a boy, always unpredictable. -Kenneth Kragen, A7. Stars are little angels holding lanterns to watch over the earth at night.-Connie Preisman, A7. When I smile, my braces shine like the grill- work on a new Cadillac. -Bill Tobias, AQ. Lightning is a flashing gold belt twisted around earth's waist. -Ruth l-lerzoff, AQ, Her flirtatious glance was like the green light of the corner traffic signal. -loanne Wolffson, AQ. The golden sun crept up over the mountain, a spider crawling over its dew-crowned web at the break of day. -Bill Tobias, AQ. School is a world, and each room a different country. -K.K. The sea shells are little houses dotted along the beach. -KK. Each year is a book, and each day a different chapter. -KK. The ocean is a great sea monster swallowing the shores. A -Elaine lubas, A7. Snowflakes are white fairies of winter dancing on the wind. -E.I. The white caps on the waves are puffs of cotton blowing through the blue. -Lexis McFadden, A7. WINGS IN THE WIND Nearer and nearer, they swarm: Tiny specs in the distance, Against the hovering gray sky. Diminutive spotsl Over the tree tops they swoop And dive into the lonely and barren yard. Perching on a crimson roof top, Their wings flutter In the sharp wind, While shrill crys echo In the bitter air. Off, off, And into the distance again, Their slender bodies gracefuly float Over the rugged roof tops. -Margaret Richards, AQ.