McKinley Junior High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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YYYYT.TTYY1WifTYY??.,9eJ7 Lost in the Woods Oh, that was a terrible day when I was lost in the woods. I shall never forget it! I went up to the Boy Scout Camp to take a test. It was track- ing. The examiner made a trail withs ticks and sto-nes for about a mile. I had to follow this trail until I found the Scoutmaster. I gave the Scoutmaster about fifteen minutes start and then follow- ed his trail. At first itg was easy, but after walking quite ja while I lost track. I became frightened and started to yell. I ran back and forth and yelled until I was tired. I sat down and tried to keep cool. I had read in my Scout book that when a person is lost he should keep cool, because camp may be nearer than he thinks it is. I could signal to the camp with smoke! Hardly hadyl thought of this when I immediately took out some matches which I kept in a lit- tle tifn box. They had been dipped in wax so that if they fell into the water they would not be spoiled. I took a bunch of leaves and made three little hills with them. I cleared away all other things, so I would noir start a, forest fire. Then I took a match and lit all three piles. They almost instantly started on fire, and I had to feed 'them with leaves from time to time. The thick black smoke curled up into the air and I was sure the Boy Scouts would see thislsig'-nal and come to my aid. I was right. For, about half an hour later five boys came tramping through the bushes to me. It was the first time I was so very glad to see them. lwent back to camp and you may be sure I did not venture far from it that day.-Sol Pollock, A7. My Experience with Radios One day I decided to make a radio. In shop the next day I start- ed to make a one-tube set. After I had finished it, I took it home. After three days of trying, I decided it would not work. I then decided to cha-nge it into a two-tube set. When this was fin- ished I took it home, but it would not work either. Then I thought I would have the batteries tested, which I did, and found them run down. I bought new, batteries, and the set worked. If I had only known it was the batteries, I could have made my one- tube set work.-Gerald Sollinger, A7. LL.l.l.lLLJ,..l,JLlLLLLJALILL-J

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711111-wvvvi KYVYTTYVEW And This Our Life in Tale and Rhyme LIFE'S PROBLEMS fBy Florence Vanna, BS.J In an artist's studio far away An artist toyed with a lump of clay. In a humble home a young father surveyed His babe that cooing in his mothe1 s arms layg These two alike did meditate, Each before him had a problem great One, with hours of tedious toil must mold The earthen image of a hero boldg The other with years of arduous care and thought Must shape a. character without a. blot, A character for his only boy- Good and strong, a bringer ot joy- Trutlilul and brave, gentle and kind, One to suit his proud father's mind- The artist's model may be someone else, While the Great lVlo1der above o'ersees So, from the standard he dares not fall, Ilut for the father there is just himself. it all. I BE HAPPY fBy Ruth June Bittler, BSJ IN MY GARDEN qrnyiiis sins, BSJ Ll1il1lL4lLL,1ALLLiLLlL The flowers that bloom l11 my garden Are fragrant and sweet as can beg For I hoe it and weed it And keep it so neat, That how could it help but be? I have roses and lilacs In my garden, And asters and lilies, loo: For mine is a flower garden- I like them best, dont you? MEDITATION IBy Lorene Welch, BS.J As I was wandering down the beach. The sand crabs scurrying at my feet, l Saw 11 ship far out at sea, . And wondered if it could ever be That it' some day I, too, should roam, The ship out there would bring me home From the distant land across the blue To my America and you. Try to be happy when you are sad: Try to make this old world feel gladg Although sorrow has COITIG to youg . Try to forget it and do not be blueg Try to be happy while you are here And the sky will always seem clear. Look out your window some night When you are sad and things aren't right, Your sorrows will all go away When you see the stars overhead Twinkle and say, Be happy. THANKSGIVING TIME CMiriam Bock, BSJ Thanksgiving is the time of year When heartfelt praises we should hear For bounteous crops of golden grain, For lovely showers of gentle rain, For the pumpkin on the vineg And too. for apply gath'ring time, For the liowers that bring sweet chee: And for our hearthsides near and dear. Then let's be grateful for these things With all the fun Thangskiving brings.

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J Tvirvvlwvuvvi tvvvvvvvvs YOUTHFUL HARDSHIPS fCarolyn Louise Farrington, B8.J Geo! I'd like to go a-iishing with Mike and big black Tom, But l gotta watch my little baby brother John, 'Cause mother's gone to town to do some shopping for us all, Witli Mrs. Hill and Aunt Kate and good old Mrs. Jones, And I'd like to be a good hoyg but fishing's in my bo11es. I can hear big Tom a-calling that the fish will always bite In the evening after Sundown when the western sky is light. You may try as hard as you can, when the day is nice and. bright, To catch them on your fishing hook, but they simply will not bite. Big Tom knows almost everything about the birds and trees, He used to live 'way down South where the corn waves in the breeze. But when l ask him why they made a fellow's brother small, I-le just rolls his big black eyes and laughs and laughs, that's all. , But what's the use of thinking of new ways to catch the lish, When everything's against a fellow's wish? lt'll be too late when ma gets home to find the pool, And then, tomorrow, don't you know, I gotta go to school. MYSTERIOUS SPOOKS CLucille Lawson, A9.J I see things in a different light. On Hallowe'en night, The streets are not filled with girls and boys But picture book people and all kinds of toys, There are hobgohlins and ghosts and many a fairy, And people with faces so-o-o--scary! They go out on the streets in this dark night, And scare folks into a terrible fright. They dance around witches' eanldrons a-boiling, Singing enchantments until bells begin toiling. Then away with a dash and a flash they go, From where they came no one seems to know. But the sandinan on his regular round Puts each ghost and fairy to sleep very soundg They will not be seen, until a year from now, When they will come forth again with a trip and a bow. LLLIILLILLLILLLQLLLL