Luther Burbank Middle School - Genius Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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I'M WANDERING I'm wandring ton-ight: Heaven only knows where. I'm trying to rake up a square mealg l Heaven knows I need one. I'm only' a bum as all the World knows, , But Fm a happy bum at that. A I I- do'n't know where my next meal s coming from Butl don't care. I'm ashappy as a lark, A' walking down the railroad track. . My shoes may have holes in the toe, And my pants may be patched, With an old derby for a hat. I may be dirty, . And the world may scorn me: But I'm 'a happy bum. . And I'm wandering tonight, l Wandering in the moonlight. - George Runyan, B9 cviucociz JUST ANOTHER WANDER He who has tasted thirst On the desertg . He who has felt hunger On the plains: He who has climbed the loftiest peaks , . Ofrthe Rockies: D He who has marched ' - With the Foreign Legion: , He who's been with Lawrence In the sandsof Arabyg - He who has trekked the Twin Rivers I For archeology: He 'who has hunted in Darkest'Africa With the natives: -He who has seen the ports Of mysterious China: He who has felt starvation In Caste-ridden India: He is just another wanderer, , A hobo, a bum. But! He who has done these things Has an education unto himself. George Runyan, B9

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THE HERMIT 'Way off in the Woods, away out of sight, An old hermit stays by day and by night. He has a long gray beard and the raggedest clothes Yet sometimes he sits all day and sews. Iknow not why he stays there in the wood When the outside world is so great and so good. Yet there are some folks, I guess it is known, That can't get along unless they're alone. But I'll leave the old hermit alone in the wood, And I'll stay outside in the world so good. Sam Wilson, A9 - M I THE PHANTOM SHIP The-night was dark and stormy, And the waves the silence crashed, When out of the mists a ship arose, Her sides by the Water lashed. Her phantom sails hung ghostly Like shrouds in the sullen breezeg She sailed on, on into the mists, On to the unknown seas! Mary Smith, B9 - G0?r- OUR RESTING PLACE I love the golden sun so bright: ' It seems to shine for all that's right. I love the hills so stately, grand, Reaching out to embrace the land. Thedesert, too, has charm for me, Its blistering heat, its mystery. I The great Pacific, calmest ocean, How it comforts with its rhythmic motion. So, though I roam the U.S.A., I'll come back home, I know, alway, To California, the 'Golden West',- God made it for a place of rest. - Rodna Hildebrand, B9