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

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THE APPLE BLOSSOM Said one white daisy to another, This is most unusual, funny weather: Right beneath this apple tree A big white snowflake fell on me. The other daisy laughed and said, I think, if you would raise your head And look above us, you would know, The apple blossoms fall like snow. Shirley Matthews, B8 -I'-1'S.PQJ WHAT I THINK OF DEATH We do not know what death is. Each one has a different idea. But I think we all want to do what is right so that when death comes, we can go on living still better lives. I think the most beautiful account of what death is I read the other day after the great inventor, Thos. A. Edison, died. He was sitting in his chair and his face became so calm, his eyes shone so beautifully, and he said, It is beautiful over there. I love to think that is the way it is. My father is dead, and it is nice to think he is in just such a beautiful place waiting for us. Jacqueline Adams, B7 coE::- MEMORIES Your picture to me is a sweet memory, As I think of the day that we met-- When I sat on your knee 'neath the old apple tree: Those daysl shall never forget. Our love dreams are faded and gone. Your dear face I shall never more see: But I'll clasp to my heart, and I'll never part With that picture that seems dear to me. I long for those bygone 'days That we spent 'neath the old apple tree. Where the sun sent its long, golden rays Shining on you and on me. Those hours are gone now foreverg You've forgotten since we're far apartg Yet I hold your picture tightly And keep it close to my heart. Annabell Gilmer

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THE LEGEND OF MIRAGE VALLEY A dusty caravan rumbled along the wheel-worn trail. The heat was intolerable. It was reflected from a midday sun shining down from a clear sky. The unshod oxen moved slowly. Inside the wagon a man and his wife and two stalwart lads sat, sweltering with the heat. They were all that was left of six caravans which had broken away from the main party. Far to the south the snow-capped mountains could be seen. The water was gone, it had been gone for two days. None of the small band expected ever to reach its destin- ation. . Suddenly, the man shouted, Look! Other members of the party strained their weary eyes. A surge of hope rushed through the tired, careworn bod- ies. Water! Water! The little group pushed forward. The sun no longer seemed hot. The sands were dry no longer. The only thought was of the water towards which all eyes were turned. As suddenly as it had appeared, the water vanished. Hope was gone as quickly as it had come. The little party was doomed. The years rolled by: summer and winter left their effect upon the remains. More years passed by, and a pair of weary traveleres in a rickety Ford came chugging along the dusty road that lead across the dessert. They were both young, dusty, and travel worn. Canteens were hung from the sides of the car. The car stopped, and the men stepped out. There ought to be water here, somewhere, said one. Yep, replied the other. There had. . The men in the act of pulling 'out their picks, uncovered some bleached bones,presumably those of oxen. And as they dug down for the water, they came upon more bones, those of human beings. Later they came upon the rusted parts of an old wagon. When one of the men had dug to the depth of about four feet, he shouted, Here is water, closer than we thought. A while later on, as they were resting, they surveyed the bleached bones. It's queer, the digger said, how people can get so close to something and l'1Ot know it.', Kenneth Burnham, A9 ' czoeczz- EVENING IN THE DESERT Evening in the desert is a most delightful thingg It always seems so restful and so inspiring. Ilove the queer old Joshua trees, That like guardian angels stands - Around our camp, upon the mounds, And o'er the billowing sands. First, you hear the lonely coyotes, And then the birds of night. Evening on the desert is a world full ofdelight. Doris McMurray, A9

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ilukes' Jim Allen: I supose you know you will have to make a map of your four- teen-mile hike, before you become a first class Scout. Bob Babbibge: Yes, that's what has me worried. I can't find a piece of paper fourteen miles long for my map. , Fond Mother: Yes, Vahe is studying French and Algebra. Say 'Good morning' to the lady in Algebra, Vahe. Mother: Ellis, how is it that you have lower marks in January than in December? Ellis Palmer: Oh, everything is marked down after the holidays. Lorraine: Where in the world did you get that horrible necktie? J erry: The laugh's on you. You gave it to me on my last birthday. John Pritchard was motoring alonga lonely road. Suddenly he came upon a girl in distress. She was standing beside a new two-seater. John pulled up. - ' Can I help you in any way? he said, gallantly. The girl smiled through her tears. It's this gas indicator, she said. You see, it's standing at the half-way mark, but for the life of me I can't remember if it means half full or half empty. ' In a Sunday School class recently the pupils were discussing what things were contributed to the world by plant life. 1- Teacher: What do flowers give us? Roberta: Hay fever. Norman Imler: I learned to play the violin when I was five years old. Mrs. Kyes: How old were you when you,forgot? . Victoria F. : Did you mail those two letters I gave you, Marian? Marion S.: Yes'm, at the post-office. But Inoticed that you'd put the two-cent stamp on the foreign letter and the five-cent stamp on the city one. Victoria F. Oh, dear, what a blunder! , Marion S. But I fixed it all right. I just changed the addresses on the envelopes. Jimmy giggled when the teacher read the story of a man who swam a river three times before breakfast. - You do not doubt that a trained swimmer could do that, do you? asked the teacher. No, Sir, replied Jimmy, butI wonder why he didn't make it four times, and get back to the side where his clothes were. Dear Teacher, wrote the indignant Mrs. Waneran, You must not whack my Nathan. He is a delicate child and isn't used to it. We never hit him at home exept in self-defence.