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

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Above is the GIRLS' GLEE CLUB. President, Iudith Pierce: Director, Miss Marie Erhart. The LB. BAND is pictured above. President, Howard Bleicherf Below is the SENIOR ORCHESTRA. President, Mathilde Stern. Both organizations are led by Mrs. La Verle Caligiuri. THE BLUE HYACINTH, AUGREEN RIVER of grass its fragrance drifting Groping, ' over the thorn-covered garden, Long outstretched arms is a cracked vial of Syrian perfume Reaching toward bold, proud mountains lying in the ruins of a caravan. Above. - David Sager, A8694 - Marcia Weinberg, A9

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