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

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WAVES ARE WHITE STALLIONS Mighty, plunging impatient - Intent on trampling To a pulp of nothingness The glistening white sands. fTj -Mathilcle Stern A9 YOU ASK. WHAT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING? And I have no fitting answer. Shall I say the breaking dawn, A rosy veil flung above The jagged mountain peaks, Or some early morning With scrubbed, blue sky, Bolling green grass, lush with color And wet with dew? Or shall I tell ot sunny summer days, When lune carresses with her languid warmth? Or shall I commend the beauties of a sunset Pet theme ot poets, A rainbow oi color painted on a greying sky, As the sun, a glowing ball oi fire Drops down the universe Into nowhere. Or shall I recount the beauty oi twilight, When a blue window shade draws over God's world? Which ot these marvels of nature Shall I say is the most beautiful? I cannot decide. The wonder that is God's world Is filled with overwhelming beauty. - Susie Friedel, A8 SUN-WORSHIPPERS. the tall cactus trees of the desert, raise great green arms to the sky. P -Jerry Shultz, A8 lash their tails THE WAVES. huge blue and white serpents, against the silver shore, - Betty Cershan, A8 In the Ocean-sky Little SILVERY FISH peeped out, Their eyes glistening In the night. The huge whale-moon, Swimming into full View Of the tiny fish, As black clouds Covered his face, Suddenly became a glaring light, That dimmed the sparkling eyes Ot the once bright fish. - Mary A jalat B9 Rising, Up, up Out of the crested waves, SILVER SEA SERPENTS arose And answered the call Of the war drums. Boom! Boom! Boom! The tired old Indian pounded, Pounded! Lifting sightless eyes Above the sea, The serpents slowly melted away. - Vicki Seiman, A8 GIANT MOUNTAINS hover protectingly Over the small brook, A Silver Serpent lazily crawling, Coils itself around rocks and trees Until it reaches the valley below - Silver upon silver, The moon lends its sheen, To the winding serpent, As it leaves the valleys, Continuing its journey, Toward the sea. - Marianne Bodner B9 The marshals, deputies, and assistant deputies of the SERVICE ORGANIZATION STAFF are pictured below Grand Marshal, Pete Patmang Marshals, Harry Stone, Dick Ha and Steve Landy. Mr. Oswald Hunt, spons

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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

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