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

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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

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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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We .-f 121 . s X ',Asf5r- iff . - f 1 I I The STARS are little angels Who mischievously wink At the earth people. -Suzanne Cook, A8 f i i 1' 1 1 -Q , 'H' N 3 A 3 is is . VK Y. .A X . 1- . v SAND DUNES Great immobile camels, Crouch ln the frigid moonlight, Waiting r For the wind's command 2- 3 , 'J -j To move. BIRDS BY RAINDROPS are silver dimes ABRAMS Buying flowers Back from the earth. ' .. , -fay Redack, A8 . A J 0 V 1 Z'-.sg Xt ':- 1:1 if.- iie LOVELINESS The busy world has time and place For flowers and filmy bits of lace, F or paintings, stars, and silver streams, And things as beautiful as dreams. Not all in nature we behold ls stern, and practical and cold. For many lovely things are weaved For which no purpose man perceived. So in the busy life of man, Which God and nature seem to plan, By this same impulse, man should take The time to work for beauty's sake, And count as his supreme success, Trifles of dainty loveliness. -Doris Spitz, A9 THE EVENING STORM The moon shone brilliantly on the waters, Hardly a sound was heard. While deep in the distant forest Appeared a beautiful bird. Proud and tall and stately, With feathers of crimson blue, I-le waited for the dreaded storm In a calm that ghastly grew. Then, a sudden clap of thunder, Animals came rushing by, To find themselves a shelter, That would keep them warm and dry. After the storm was over, The bird burst into song, SECRETS And everything was still again The Wind Through the whole night long. ldled by the trees, ,. -1 -'I - Pat Stone, A8 Whispering T' J-' my A senseless secret AQ To each As she passed. -an OH. MONTH OF MAY. You are a breath of spring so sweety You are a paradise. When birds and flowers meet To share the joys that you alone can bring, You are indeed, the Queen of spring. And - when in the eve, in sweet repose Your grandeur lies, Neath myriad stars that twinkle in the skies, And when your verdant majesty is hushed Save for the breeze that stirs among the brush, From my heart there renders forth a theme And l say, Oh, Month of May, You are indeed my Queen. -Barbara Gilbert, A9 l walked alone in A FOREST GREEN: There was beauty everywhere: The pinks and the pale, sweet cowslips And the wild rose blooming there: The bees gentle buzz on the lupine, And the little brook whispering by -- As I listened, I heard the song of a lark As it soared high up in the sky. -Pat Miller, BW' .I .. my IT WAS A GLORIOUS MORNING. I awoke to find the golden sun streaming through the crisp white curtains. The birds were already up, busily looking for worms, and chirping a lovely melody. The perfume of the roses on the white trellis sent a heavenly scent into my room. l jumped up and ran to look out of the window. The lawns stretched out, a lovely green in color. The big trees spread their leaves wide to make shade for all. The garden added its brightly colored fragrant flowers, which blended with the brilliant shades of the vege- tables. Oh, what a glorious day! What a wonderful day to be alive! - Audrey Friedman, A9