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

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What greater or better good can We offer to the republic than to teach and instruct our youth? -Cicero FACULTY - Row lc M. Erdine Robinson, Marie Erhart, Muriel McCrory, Loretta Nichols, Annabelle Gibson, Theresa Baller, Iames W. Lloyd, Betty Ashley, Gertrude Schweickert, Lois Shade, Bertha Ross, Dorothy Stahl, Emily Huntsman, Margaret Hezel. Row Z: Betty Waters, Constance Wienke, Dorothy Cloud, Frances Bartlett, Ada Egbert, Evelyn Warder, Clara Rosenwein, Florence Hurst, Mary Ebbets, Marylois Warner, Mildred Cline, Dorothy Malloy. Row 3: Edna Mott, Helen Rich, Catherine Freeman, lohn Vance, Ana Cameron, Arthur Iones, Clara Bruckman, Mary Howell, La Verle Caligiuri, Margurite Tooker, Alice Lourie, Oswald Hunt. Row 4: Faber Dopp, Elizabeth Clark, Philip Corley, Mary Uphoii, Myrle Petrie, Edith Kerr, Walter Iackson, Iames Barackman, Mary Harlan, Donald Pelton, Winn Mackey. Row 5: Philip Ferguson, Robert Hawkins, Iames Bailie, Evan Engberg, Milton Langsner, William McBride, Carl Steiner, Donald Perryman, William Platt. ignafured

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A HOME A house without love is like a barren fieldp A house without love is just bricks and mortar. Love in a house fills every nook and cranny with understanding and kindness. Thus a house becomes a home. - Henry Aaron, A8 Sunlight and happiness, then her harsh WORDS. like little sharp pellets, beat against my heart. Shadows covered the sun, and night descendedy she was gone, but the stinging pellets still beat upon my wounded heart. -Ann Lu.slgarten,, .4996 ff is rr REALITY , ,z Or just the reflection , '-nf, ,X On a murmuring sea rf Which l seek? The sun, Resplendant, A yellow ball of fire, Has spread a golden pathway To heaven , Before my very feet. I - Paula Donahue, A9 . I ' f' ' xl . . .f suv, if url' .Q N, t V Exe- lr E9 AWN' few minutes ago lie world was dim yith rising fog. w, a giant rainbow is slowly spreading the water's edge. ie sand seems to gleam and come to life. ow wonderful to be at the beach at sunrise, .one with God! - Paula Kramer, B8 -oetry is truth dwelling in beauty. -Cilfllan. BEAUTY IN CALIFORNIA As a result of the wonderful climate, plants bloom all year. ln the spring, the desert is an endless sea of blue and purple, the orange groves are forests of white, while the cherry orchards are a mass of pink. ln the summer, the fields are shimmering gold, and in the fall and winter many bushes with red flowers add to the beautiful landscape. The beauty of our state makes California living the most enjoyable in the world. - Carolyn Levin, B7 Did you ever rise in the morning At the DAWNING of the day, And hear the glad cry of the whipoorwill And the oriole's plaintive lay? Did your heart o'erflow with rapture Such beauty to behold, As the sun in all its brilliance Blazed forth like molten gold. - Pat Miller, B9 BLUEBELLS. ballerinas in powder blue: Tiny feet performing deep pliere Over nature's stage of green velvety Keeping time To the wind's majestic orchestra. Whirling like tiny spinning wheels, Round and round, Weaving threads of gold Caught by baby pink clouds For a twilight cloak. Tiny feet performing deep pliere Over nature's stage of green velvety Keeping time To the wind's majestic orchestra. Dancing their way through life, They give beauty to the world. Janice Roosevelt, A9 f . BUGS BY GREGORIAN Mr- HIBBE N K R ' AGEN P. STONE

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BEAUTY BLOSSOMS AT BURROUGHS Why, who makes much of A MIRACLE? As to me, l know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I wade with naked feet along the quiet waters, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or watch the skyscraping trees touch the endless sky, Or observe the animals feeding in the field, Or the birds, or the wonderfulness of insects, Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve Of the new moon in the springg The fishes that swim, the beautiful waterfalls, Soaring out of the endless sky, The wonder of the sundown, Or the stars shining so bright - These, one and all, are to me miracles. -Sanrlra Kahn., B3 AN ELFIN SPRITE wanders everywhere. Does she walk the earth? The flowers and the smiles of happy children say so. Does she swim the waters? The brilliant sea-weeds and silvery rainbow trout say so. Does she fly the air? The brightly plumaged birds and the sunsets say so. She is beauty and she is everywhere. - Dcazwlle Baker, A9 WHAT DO I MEAN BY BEAUTY IN THE MIND? The structure of the head? The function- ing of the brain? No, I mean the imagination. Beauty in the mind is the most fascinating beauty. You can picture wonderful things fan- tastic and unbelievable. A good book, leaves a lasting impression in your mind. We think of a person that was close to us but has passed on. We see a beautiful scene: we forget it, but then years later it flashes back across our mind, and we remember. This is all beauty. We never realize just how much beauty each person has access to. Many people never grasp this beautyg others consider their imagination one of the greatest gifts God has bestowed. - Martin Goldstein, A9 PURSUIT of man against man, of animals pursuing animals, The pursuit of conquerors watching the downfall of men who are like them, who think like themg their own brothers. Why? -Murcia Weinberg, A9 -l JU: tv-fm. . -af-i 4' .- 'V .ft fi E7 z, ' ft? .f .art Q -Ann: -,.,.,.,,. 5- A v 134' - . .. id, .rl I ...i,, E . , . ,iii ,t ' vu. nh ' fu '? -1 if Z- 111575:-' A-.L+ ' . 'If' 'iff' . sl i ff .aw - 2575 A X -is 1... - zu- QT:-'5 -21: ,L at H.. IC - x- QL Y:-' Sgr , 34? ,-a, ' .mg-,.., is .1 ' ...Wit .... A A . K 'h.K.' L, Wiz . ' '- f ' 1. an 9? V BURR THE ROSE Slowly, Red velvet petals shed Tears of crystal dew drops, Partly quenching the earth's thirst. KCQ - Roberta Satnick, A9 With incomparable force, the white helrneted TROOPS OF THE SEA storm and fight the rock-bound fortress of the shore. Advancing, advancing, tearing down the gates, until under fire they are forced to retreat. With helmets gleaming and spears poised, they again advance, lashing at the coral walls and reaching out even higher toward the majestic towers, unable to conquer the fortress of the shore. -David Sager, A8 MY HOME will be made of sugar cubesg They make the finest bricks, The chimney will be of ginger bread And the roof of pepermint sticks. The steps will be made of gum drops, The door a chocolate bar, The window box of cinnamon bark And each flower a candy star. The shutters will be of jam covered tarts, The windows sheets of ice. To-night in my dreams I will build my home ln a children's paradise. - Emily Lewis, B9 O MOON OF SILVER. Lighting the darkness, Who knows when your life will end? Will your beauty last for eternity? -Ronald Orsini, A8