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

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THE SKY AND ME Dawnl The morning oi a fresh spring day! l peek at the sky with sleepy eyes, But suddenly l arn wide awake For l see before me a miracle of color and har- mony A child's paint box spilled across the heavens. Slowly the rainbow curtain spreads and risesg The stage is set for a new act in the never-end- ing drama of Life. The sun is a fair-haired princess, reaching To caress the trees and the flowers and grass. She waves a wand that splashes green and pink and blue over the earth. The birds are dainty dancers Pirouetting across the sky In a ballet beautiful and graceful. Then night fallsg the golden princess ls hidden from prying eyes for another night. In her place reigns the moon, a silver haired queen Gracious and majestic as she ascends her celes- tial throne. The stars are sparkling sequins. Scattered over her black velvet dress. She draws a cloak of silence about her-then All is quietg the world is at peace. At last, l feel that there are but two things left on earth -- the sky and rne. -Ruth Herzoff, A9. ' rf . U .,,, sgizgnw ,. ii W N 1 o ' 4. V - - 300 RAGINT A FUTILE HANDS Her hands Were like the hands Of o. clock, Circling untiringly, Unceasingly. Never reaching A destination. -Roger von I FOUND MYSELF IN DARKNESS: This morning when I awoke I thought it still was night, And the night Wention and on- And the darkness never lifted- Preissig, AQ. For in reality, I was blind.-Sandy Thaler, A9. N F0 7g -1 ' is: V. 5' gy f as li A T' if E i T th -T Q 1. ' JJ fb X U '--., 1 s SP4 N Co X X B . gg ,fnv , . AA 1 U 3 't A ..y -, I 2? , X f H t1i,Q. . 1 Q 3 . X ' -S lf T J A. 1. -3 .:.f -t- p g : ' Z 3 J E 'i't - 5

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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.

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I'M AN A9 NOW! And about to graduate. I-low strange it sounds To hear those words Coming from my own lipsl 'I recall when I was twelve years old, A shy awkward B7, I eyed those tall A9's with awe. How wonderful, I thought, To wear an A9 ribbon for all to see Now I'm fourteen, I know the joy of an A9 ribbong I also know how quickly three years Can slip through my fingers. 'I'here's a bit of sadness Hidden in the depths of joy- Even in an A9 ribbon. I feel sadness at leaving I. B., The sort of sadness I feel When I reach the end of a good book- Sadness because this is the end of an important chapter In my lite. l'll get my diploma very soon. It's graduation, It's Iunel -Sally Rochlin, A9 l WHENI GROW UP, then I will be, A person of a high degree: I may be a doctor, I may be a nurseg I may be a poet, and write verse after verse. I may be a sculptor or an Indian Chief, But if I really knew, it would be a relief. -Margot Bankoff, B7, 211 - MR. FABER DOPP Marjorie Gail Abrams, Barbara Rae Abramson, Sally Ioan Ackles, Phyllis Clair Adams, Nancy Adelaide Alli- son, Beverly Alston, Merry Helen Anderson, Patricia Ioyce Anderson, Iune Ann Armstrong, Raphael Bernard Amer, Ierry Asher, Ardelle l. Asherson, Donald Fithian Atherton, Dean Weldon Baer, Yvonne Elaine Balyeat, Elana Barclay, Richard Donald Baum, Peter R. Beaman, lack Becker, Iohn C. Bedrosian, Daniel A. Belkin, Evelyn Bell, Meredith Anne Bennett, Euston Tucker Benz, Rich- ard C. Bergstrom, Albert B. Berkolf, Iudith A. Berman, Iohn McIntyre Bevan, Roy Cardell Bishop, Edythe Bond, Arlene A. Boscoe, Richard Stuart Bowden, Edgar H. Brandt, lr., Frederick E. Brandt, Frances Braverman, Peter William Bray, Marilyn Ioan Brodsky, Leonard Charles Broudy.