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

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Myrna, Pat, Barbara and Louise I WISH that everyone could be A bit more stupider than me. Then I'd seem smart compared to them A And stand out as a Wisdom-gem. Alas, this is not so, I fear, And dumber still I must appear As thoughts likethese employ my brain, Quite Wistfully, and quite in vain. -Sheila Fox, A8 HANDS, like' people Walk on stilts with me, Do what theyre told to. Yet, they hold the destiny of the World. -Bruce Ackley, A8 RINSLER '

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W 'H 1 D.. V 'fn f l , f -I SQ , fx m T igl?gl':?Ell'll n 3 fb l Q , is 'li f Wye, , g sg ' .,'tf'!:F'T:'lff,, I S K yy , i I xi V .EIILI4 90 THE LITTLE PIG AND THE WOLF One day, when the little pig was playing in the meadow, he heard his worst enemy, the wolf, approaching from the distance. The little pig hurriedly picked up a shovel and started digging. Up came the wolf and said, Little pig, little pig, l'm going to eat you up! The little pig replied, Why would you want to eat me right now, when there is a million dollars in buried treasure here? There is? eagerly shouted the wolf, Well, I can eat you some other time. He then grabbed the shovel from the little pig's hand and started digging. While the little pig was making his get-away, the wolf dug deeper and deeper. When he finally gave up, the hole was so deep the wolf couldn't get out. And to this day he is still trying. So the little pig never had to worry about the wolf again. The moral of this fable is: The best way to get out of trouble is to use your brains. - Bob Karlin, B9 THE WISE LITTLE BEAR lt's midsummer in the forest and big old Abercrombie Bear looked diligently for his little son. Sylvester, Sylvester Bear! Where are you? screamed Abercrombie. From out of a dark corner of the cave Sylvester dragged him- self, yawning like a circus lion. Sylvester! roared Abercrombie, Why can't you sleep in the winter like all normal bears? Sylvester looked up with lead weights on his eyelids. Papa, l just want to be different, whined the tiny cub. At this, the old bear thundered out of the cave, but Sylvester went back to his summer hybernation. Came winter and all the bears went to sleep with the unison of a marching army, but little Sylvester was out of step. He arose for a winter of play. The weeks passed and little Sylvester could find no one to play with. He was so disgusted and bored he was ready to join all the other bears and go to sleep. But, hark! What's that? T'he cracking of flames. The forest is afire! The flames soared like a red brick wall, but Sylvester awakened all the other bears and led them to safety. Moral: Birds of a feather may flock together, but not wise bears. - Leonard Classman, A9 THE GREEDY BEAR The winter was over. The snow began to melt away, and patches of green shown through. It was spring. Birds tittered cheerfully in the trees, while everywhere things began to stir. Deep in the forest, Brownie Bear woke up from his long winter's sleep. He breathed deeply, and the air was like a refreshing drink of water to him. He looked down at himself, and noticed that his usually plump belly was no longer in evidence. lt was then he realized that he was hungry. There was one drawback, however. Not too many edible plants had poked their way through the snow yet. Besides, Brownie was a bear of high classy he was very choosy about the kind of food he ate. After a long search, passing up many fine things to eat such as grass, honey, and wild cherries, he emerged from the forest. Brownie's heart stood still. There on a sandy plain stood a plant - the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Fragrant blossoms clung to it, scenting the air with their sweet perfume, while a delicious looking fruit presented itself. Without another thought, Brownie jumped through the air and landed on the plant. His smile of ecstasy faded quite abruptly, as his rear extremity told him that his beautiful plant was none other than the prickley pear cactus. . The moral of this story is that Beauty is but skin deep. - Bruce Friedman THE LAMB AND THE WOLF One day a lamb came to drink at a stream. All of a sudden, a wolf who was also at the stream, cried out, Stop drinking at this stream! You are stirring up the water and making it muddy so l can't drink. The small lamb replied, How can l be ruin- ing the water for you? You are on ct ledge higher than l am. The wolf said irritably, Never mind, but I heard you were calling me names behind my back about a year ago. The lamb replied, I wasn't born a year ago. With that the wolf went into a rage, tore the lamb to pieces and ate it up. Moral: When anybody has made up his mind to fight with another, it is easy to find an excuse. -Robert H erzberg, B9

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BURR ART AND CREATIVE WRITING CLASSES. sponsored by Mrs. Myrle Petrie and Miss Winn Mackey. We wish to express oar appreciation to Carolyn Bennett who designed the Burr cover, and to Melvin Sanders, Secretarial typist. This semester at John Bztrroaghs, twenty-one pupils won poetry awards given by the National High School Poetry Contest. Poems receiving awards are starrezlf' Those receiving special mention are double starredfm We are also happy to announce that one of our A8's won first prize Kfive dollarsj in the state high school poetry contest. David Aclcles' poem. is entitled Upon a Hill and will be published in the magazine Chaparral.', The poem is not included in this Burr. Karen Jacobs antl Lexis MacFadden, A8s, and Bruce Friedman, A9, also won honorable mention for their poems. Karerzfs poem, is entitlefl The Old House, Lexis' Winter, and Bruce,s It Was Night? Winter is printed in this Burr. Note: The letters CCI, ITD and CHD refer to the poetic forms, Cinquain, Tonka and Hokkn. Below is the IOURNALISM CLASS. Editors-in-Chief, Laura Klein and Sigmund Lipshutzp Editorial Page, Agnes Deutch and Barbara Gilbert Feature Page, Mike Scott and Frances Siegelg Sports Page, Irene Garbus and Iack Disneyg Advertising, Mickey Solomon and Lee Glazer. Mrs Mary A. Uphoff, sponsor. 3. ,l. Y! 2