Austin High School - Castilleja Yearbook (Austin, NV)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1972 volume:

CAstillejA Austin SchooL Austin, nevada 89310 in memoRiam ]GRi Lynn dopy contents title page................. 1 undeRClassmen................3 seniORS.....................13 Academics...................17 activities..................43 athletics...................47 adveRtisinq.................61 school life.................91 ABOut this Book............109 index......................111 N UNDERCLASS r eln iug -j iy Mock Richard Peters Erik Reterer . Sharp Gerald Whitlock Li a Ciiac Michelle Gandolfo Eveline Inchauspe Stanley Lumpkin Lisa Malsor Tracy McClanahan Dana Neu i fipst - second 4 M ew B Ross Brc Lane C Allen Farr Mike Ferguson Theresa He wet Courtney H� 1 Lavon Irons David Jung Dwayne Williams Ovidia Casady Lyle Farr Karen Ferguson D. Kipper Helming Susan Jolly Andy Manzini Erin McClanahan thlRd - fOURth 5 Shawn Breshears Jay Ferguson Jacqueline Inchauspe Marie Malsor Tammy Neu Sunny Street Eric Van Schaick Paul Young Kjrestine Casady Lander Dory Richard Easton Debra Farr Pauline Inchauspe Cihthia Jolly Dale Jung David Malsor Michael McClanahan Evans Price Christine Sell Denese Williams fifth - sixth 6 David Breshears Duane Cooley Barry Forgy Brantley Forgy Frederic Jolly Lane Maestretti Philip Malsor Brigham Young F. Mark Breshears Melville Easton, Jr. Lorraine Farr Kathleen Fox W. Jay Gandolfo, Jr. Mark Sell Robin Van Schaick Virginia Woods seventh - eighth 7 Sophomores Maestretti, V. P. Young, Sec-Treas. Othon, Pres. Seventh Eighth Forgy, Pres. Maestretti, V. P. Breshears, Sec-Treas. Van Schaick, Pres. Fox, V. P. Breshears, Sec-Treas. class OfPlCCRS Freshmen Woods, V. P. Gandolfo, Pres. Winrod, Sec-Treas. Juniors Frank, Sec-Treas. Rosson, V. P. Bill, Pres. 9 Vicki Price Brenda Williams Jay Winrod Warren Woods 10 CReshmen Robert Dory Danny Garcia Barbara Givens Priscella Hooper Craig Maestretti Ralph Othon Paul Saralegui Spencer Saralegui Dalana Sell Margie Whitlock Bruce Woods Phyllis Young 11 sophomoues Esther Bill Maurice Frank Valerie Gandolfo Shirley Jackson Linda Rosson George E. Schwin, Sheriff Leonard Shephard, Under Sheriff Steve Bishop, Sgt. Larry Coy, Sgt. Thomas Beebe Noel McElhaney Curtis Watson Don Nelson 12 juniops HMI 1 7 mm- SENIORS Student Body President 4 Drill Team 4,3 Chorus 4,3 G.A.A. 4,3,2,1 Class President 3 Yearbook Staff 3,2 Class Secretary-Treasurer 2 Class Vice President 1 Oennis j. Bill 14 Student Body Vice President 4 Block A 4,3,2,1 Varsity Basketball 4,3,2,1 Track 3,2 Class President 1 fRancine gandolfo Part-Time Student 4 Chorus 4,3 Student Body Clerk of Elections 3 Yearbook Staff 3,2 Merit Society 3,2,1 G.A.A. 3,2,1 Volleyball 3,2,1 Class President 2 Varsity Cheerleader 2 Class Secretary 2 OarLa winRod Transfer Student 4 Junior Varsity Basketball 4 Class Representative 4 Chorus 4 r. BRent hAnsen ACADEMI IF WE COULD LEARN FROM ANIMALS (A Child's Story) Once upon a time as all good stories must begin, there lived a lively green turtle by the name of Homer. Homer lived along in a small, nice house on the edge of Flanagun Land. Now Flanagun Land was a beautiful place with tall green grass and red velvet trees, and purple silk rocks and snazzy blue pools of nice, clean water. One day devilish Homer went for a crawl in Flanagun Land. As he crawled along he suddenly spotted a yellow polka-dotted squirrel sitting in the green grass eating nuts. He cautiously ventured over to the squirrel and softly asked, What are you doing on such a fine, splendid morning? The squirrel answered, Just sitting here eating nuts and soaking up some beautiful sunshine. Would you like a nut? Homer thought for a minute and said, Well, I never tried nuts before but I guess I will just this once, thank you. So the yellow polka-dotted squirrel named Fred gave him a nut and they became good friends. Little by little their group got bigger. First, they met Malsy, the pink mouse, then Bronson, the big red owl and then lastly, they met Zip-zap, the cute orange rabbit. They all got to be good friends and lived very happily. In Flanagun Land there were no fights or wars and everyone cared for each other. They lived by the motto: What Flanagun Land needs is Love. Don't you wish the world was like that? —Valerie Gandolfo Fall, 1971 UNTITLED Stoppit! No! Don't! Help! The cockroach scrambled across the tile. Please don't squish me Mister. The large black boot smashed the life from him. Five minutes later back in the cozy insulation the Johnsons were informed of their eldest son's death. Mr. Johnson called a family assembly. They had seven children, their eldest 18 months, the youngest one month; all boys. Mrs. Johnson was in a sobbing coma. She would be crying but cockroaches don't have tear ducts. In her three full years she had 12 litters; all of her offspring had been killed. This would be her last litter since she was so old. She could hear Father talking to the children. He was only two years old and this was his eighth litter. She could hear footsteps coming toward them. The screw at the top of the light socket they used for a window was un- screwing from the bottom. The huge man-face was looking at her. Then the insecticide nozzle stuck in the hole. She was knocked down by the air pressure. She could not get up. Before she died she could hear the screams of horror from the children. —Dwight Bennett 8th Grade Spring, 1971 SHE'S GONE WITH THE WIND Red lights all over. Flashing red lights. The great white building in the distance was growing closer as the red lights proceeded forward. The ambulance soon drew up to the gleaming hospital. As they came up the blood filled the stretcher when the mangled body in it was removed. This young man was so close to death and so far from life. So very far. The ambulance riders had been giving him blood and oxygen the whole trip. They operated! He lived through the night and woke up to a beautiful, calm, Sunday morning. Doctors and nurses were milling around. None stopped. Finally a doctor came in saying, Son, you're lucky ! Awful lucky you lived. You should be alright now. Just take it easy. He then left. Soon a beautiful young lady came in the room. She smiled a beautiful smile and placed her hand upon his head. She then left as mysteriously as she had come. After that a gigantic wind came up. The day ended, the moon came up and the man slept. The next day he was healed, felt good, and was permitted to leave. He then asked about the lady that had come in and found she didn't work in the hospital. He left, sore but alive. Another wreck; another victim. One dead and one very close to it. The ambulance hurries to the nearest hospital hoping to keep this victim alive to live another day. This seemed next to impossible. Again this mysterious lady came. The man was healed. The wind blew very hard. The lady was gone. All across the nation in one hospital after another a person was healed. The headline in the newspaper read, Mystery Woman Does It Again. In a hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, a young lady was about to die. The doctors thought there was no cure for her. This mysterious Joan of Arc came to her bedside and did her best to save her life. She died. A strong wind like that of a hurricane came. This saintlike figure was seen crying while stopping out the door. The wind picked her up and she was never heard of again. She's gone with the wind. —Warren Woods 8th Grade Spring, 1971 HAIKU 20 A BABY BIRD The helpless creature That is brought into the world To struggle or die. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 MOUNTAINS The great mass of earth That reaches toward the sky; Man will always climb. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 SUMMER DAY The sun in shining; Bright flower buds are nodding; Joyous is our day. —Lorraine Farr 7th Grade Spring, 1971 THE GIANT Big, graceful redwood Standing in a gentle breeze; Frightened by a match! RAIN Rain upon the leaves Soon to fall toward the ground; Then the tree shall thrive. —Lane Maestretti 7th Grade Fall, 1971 The word haiku means game verse. Haiku is part of a longer verse form called the tanka which goes back to very early Japanese history. It serves as a good introduc- tion to the country and its people. Haiku consists of three lines; the first and third lines have five syllables and the second line has seven syllables (5-7-5). None of the lines have to rhyme. Good Haiku, according to critics, presents two vivid images, one usually indicating a general or long enduring condition and the other a momentary perception. The meaning of the two images should not be explained in any way. The reader should make his own hypothesis. SNOW White upon the ground Natures cover for the earth; Soon to quickly melt. —Seventh Grade Class Fall, 1971 CREEK QUIET Among such stillness- The cry of the cicadas Sinks into the rocks. —Mark Sell 8th Grade Fall, 1971 FIRE Fire in the forest; Death and suffering to all; To die for nothing. —Jay Winrod 8th Grade Spring, 1971 STORM The coolness of the Air, the mixing of the clouds; Then the fall of rain. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 21 The cleats crunched the gravel as Leo, a leading mountaineer in the Montana Young Athlete Thirty Miles Marathon Enduro, arrived. Leo had come from Washington State University to practice in these hills for the Enduro. He didn't know these roads but he seemed to think he could find his way back. It was hot but this country was beautiful; birds were singing and every once in a while a chipmunk would run across the road in front of him. Leo looked at his run- o-meter—seventeen miles. He looked to what he thought was the east. If he had a compass he would have known it was due south and would have seen a huge thundercloud coming. Leo turned into the sagebrush. He had to be turning back. His watch and his diamond inlay Saint Christopher medal shone in the disappearing sun. Up in a bare saddle watching Leo stood an old man about fifty-five. He wore a brown ragged beard and shoulder length hair. A smile flashed across his face for an instant; then he turned and limped back to his horse. He loped around two rock knolls to a hill where huge boulders sat. Leo ran into a gully. The old man set off a rock. It rolled and bounced down the hill. Leo stopped. He heard sagebrush breaking. The rock hit him. His leg was under the rock. He knew it was broken but he wasn't worried. Leo knew they could track him down. Then he passed out. When he awoke he saw the old man above him holding the watch and Saint Christopher medal. Hey! Wow! Help me move this rock, Leo said. Sorry son, the old man said and left. Leo still wasn't scared. He looked up the hill and saw the rain. He heard the water rushing down the gulley from the cloudburst and he cried. —Dwight Bennett UNTITLED James Frank Wooten was the average, fun-loving weatherman. He was in the demolition department—one expert in his field. The time was two-thirty five. He synchronized his watch with the Captain. You can do the job very easy Jimmy. It's an old people home, the Captain told James confidently. While you're at it there's a coke machine in the lobby; you can rip off the change box. Sure, Cap'n. I got my kit all ready last night, James said. James headed out of the office. He was wearing his white repairman suit. He got into the cream Volkswagen van and drove towards the Monsanto Hills Retirement Home. Nurse, nurse ! Come in here ! Did you read in here where these lousy, long-haired hippies got caught with all that no-good dope? , Old Tony Valentine complained to anyone that would listen. Yes, Mr. Valentine. Now calm down or I'll have to take that paper away from you. Nurse Sandy Lazer spoke sternly to Old Man Valentine. Sandy was 24, bright, pretty, and also a member of the weathermen. She thought to herself, I'll be glad when they blow up that old pig. Sandy checked her watch; two-twenty-three. Jimmy should be over. She'd better go let him in. Jim was wearing a good disguise as Sandy led him into the storage room. O. K. Sandy, you better split. I'll go in fifteen minutes, James whispered into her ear. Sandy hurried down to the main desk. She thought to herself, If this fat ox would hurry. The nurse at the desk kept asking her questions about her dress and dumb stuff like that. Sandy looked at her watch—only twelve minutes to leave. James was sweating furiously. This was the most delicate part. If he cut too far into the green wire it would explode in ten seconds. These wire pliers were hard to use. He slipped and completely bisected the green wire. James Frank Wooten knew he was a dead man. Sandy Lazer walked toward the door and thought to herself, I'll be glad to see these rich old hags gone. Then she thought no more for the Monsanto Hills Retirement Home was leveled to the ground. —Dwight Bennett 8th Grade Spring, 1971 23 The function of poetry is sometimes to be ugly rather than beautiful. Poetry as a whole is concerned with all kinds of experience—beautiful or ugly, strange or common, actual or imaginary. Between poetry and other forms of imaginative literature there is no sharp distinction. One may have been taught to believe that poetry can be recognized by the arrangement of its lines on the page or by its use of rhyme and meter. Such superficial tests are almost worthless. The difference between poetry and other literature is one only of degree Poetry is the most condensed and concentrated form of literature, saying most in the fewest number of words. WHY THEN ARE YOU HERE? You're sitting in your army tent Left alone with your thoughts Mines exploding around you You can't think One of the explosions Pierced your hide Left you bloody and swollen Hurt and almost dead Why then are you here ? Wars don't prove anything So you were inducted—Big Deal They don't care So look at the fringe benefits you get, When you’re out IF you ever get out Alive Freedom is promised to you You get almost decent pay But will you live? Why then are you here ? —Warren Woods 8th Grade Spring, 1971 UNTITLED He saw it happening, He knew it was wrong, He didn't like it But he went along. It's purpose was noble It's intent was good It's accomplishments nothing, While it's failure stood. He watched it develop. He watched it grow; All was turmoil Why, no one seemed to know. He saw it happening, He knew it was wrong. He didn't like it But he went along. —Kyle Farr 8th Grade Spring, 1971 UNTITLED I went into the war fresh and new and bright as a summer day Full of spirit, and courage, and faith, my hopes were there to stay Or so I believed Like the summer the war drug on and right before my eyes I grew hard and cold and killed numbers untold Like clay that someone buys Into it Autumn of the war I went: my hopes, my dreams all gone This wasn’t what I had waited for! A child's voice in the night screaming Mom And where was she? From the winter of the war I emerged with a storm within my own sea From orders on high I shouted a cry, Oh, please someone save me ! But did they ? Now I am out, out of the war and perhaps just half of me left And like a wilted flower I go I devour like they taught me to in war I'm a person yet sometimes I'd much rather be a rock with no feeling or grace The war has left me a thing without soul A soul that cannot be replaced —Sabrina Gandolfo 8th Grade Spring, 1971 HIGH You go into the Army Stars along the way Selling pure grade Getting higher as you go You're on a cloud You're about to fall off Then you go somewhere You're lying in a bed With a sheet over your head You get put into a box And put into a hole —Melville Easton 7th Grade Spring, 1971 THE AXE SWINGS But I didn't do it! said the boy to the judge. Son, how do I know that?” Can’t you see, I'm innocent. I didn't kill nobody. I ain't the kind of guy who would do that, the boy sulked. Take him to the guardhouse. Three large men obeyed the order and carried the hysterical boy away. As he was going out ot the door he could hear the judge saying, Two days from now he will be beheaded. The boy was thinking to himself, Why am I in this rat infested place? I didn't do a damn thing wrong and they all know it. I'm going to prove it. The boy started screaming, Let me alone. Get me outa' here. I'll kill all of you niggers, you black suckers. The guards shrugged and hit him a few times. Time was getting short. He had one day to live. Soon he would be putting his head upon the chopping block to be cut off. He had half a day to live. Soon it was time to put his head down on the block. His hands were tied around his back. He had to kneel down. When they asked him if he had anything to say, he said, Yea, let me talk. I didn't hurt no one rather than kill 'um. I just pray for one thing—that your souls all rot in hell. With that the axe fell. It fell slowly at first but picked up speed. Soon a sickening crunch was heard when the axe hit the bone. Blood splattered all over. When the executors looked they were amazed at what they saw. The axe missed the mark and had cut about half down the face. The man was still alive. He lived long enough to give one long, high pitched scream. —Warren Woods 8th Grade Spring, 1971 THE RAT Joe Bob Braley drove his 47 Willys up the steep, rockey road, averaging 25 mph. He pulled up in front of the cabin. It was chilly but he wanted a good week of relaxation. He had no family so there was no one to worry about. Joe carried his supplies into the house checking them as he went. Sleeping bag-cot-weeks food supply-matches-. 45 caliber pistol- traps-snowshoes-clothes. It was O. K. He noticed a storm was coming so he quickly got the cabin arranged, grabbed his fishing pole and went for some trout. An hour later he came back with seven trout and a better outlook on the world. As he stepped through the door a large gray rat scampered across the cabin floor. Then it struck him, Dammit! I forgot rat traps. Joe cooked the trout. Taking the smallest one he thought, Oh well. I'll need company anyway. He pitched it by the large rat hole. In an instant it was gone; within the hole he heard a sickening crunching sound. That night as he rolled into bed the worst blizzard in over 13 years set in. The blizzard continued for over three days and three nights. Joe, using his head, rationed his food supply on the second day. As the days wore on Joe got more haggard and thin and the rat got fatter and lazier. As the seventh day wore by he decided he had food for only four more days. Joe had tried to get out to the Jeep the day before but he hadn't been able to more than crack the door. Two more long freezing days passed. At the end of the ninth day Joe made his plans. Rolling a Ritz cracker toward the rat's hole he cocked his .45 and made ready. Within seconds a fat, undisturbed rat scampered out to the cracker. Joe took careful aim and fired. Thunderous noise shattered the silence but as the smoke cleared he saw A1 (he named it himself) scampering for his hole. Three more days passed and he had one tin can of beans left. He had already eaten his toothpaste. As he awoke from a mid-afternoon sleep he walked over to the cupboard and found the can on its side. A large hole had been made in it and most of the beans were eaten. What was left was scattered across the floor. Emptying four rounds of the .45 into the rathole he raged, You bastard ! I'll kill you. He prepared to kill and eat the rat. Laying on his cot he got the .45 ready and waited. In less than a minute the rat scampered over to pick up a spilled bean. He again took careful aim but before he could pull the trigger he passed into a deep semiconsciousness. The world flew past him. Everything whirled around and around. Suddenly there was a deep, sharp pain in his arm. He grasped and felt the furry body and the sharp teeth sunk into his hand. Now fighting for his life he squeezed as hard as he could. Kicking and squealing the rat fought. Then the furry body went limp. There lay his food before him but he was too weak to eat it. He again passed into semiconsciousness. Joe felt himself rise. He thought that he must be dieing. What seemed like an eternity he woke up and saw blue around but only for an instant. Then he passed out. To be precise he woke up 78 hours later. All around him was white. He turned to his left and there on a table in a plastic container was the dead, crushed body of THE RAT. Above him he heard, Hell, son! You're hard to kill. You know in that rat's nest there was enough food for a week. He looked up and saw an old man smiling being led out the door by a young, bright looking nurse. —Dwight Bennett 8th Grade Spring, 1971 27 The long, black sedan cut through the moonlight whiteness of the warm summer air in Viola, New Mexico. Inside, relaxed on the plush, black leather seat sat a broad shouldered, tall, muscular man of about 30. This man was com- pletely confident as he gazed upon the rich, rolling grass. But then why shouldn't he be; he was rich enough to buy Hughes out any day of the week and he payed less tax than the average millionaire. Now he was heading for his huge rolling estate and seven million dollar mansion. When he was seventeen, T. A. Baley had left the New York slums with three dollars, a bottle of cheap wine, a nickel plated revolver, and a brand new pickup, all of which he had stolen. Before his long journey to wealth was over, Tim had been wanted in 24 states for 14 murders and an untold number of larcenies. Only two items had survived this long: himself and the .38 caliber, nickel plated pistol which he wore in a heavily oiled shoulder holster. Tim looked up and saw the monstrous white sillhouette of his mansion. The sedan pulled through the double 24 feet hurricane gates and glided down the asphalt driveway. As the sedan pulled to a stop the twelve feet walnut double doors swung open and Carl, his favorite butler, stood there at attention. 'Were there any calls, Carl? he asked in a quiet southern drawl. He was quite proud of his drawl; it had taken him seven years to get rid of his loud, harsh eastern nasel twang with a small bit of Scotch mixed in. No sir, it was relatively quiet, the butler barked. What do you mean relatively? Tim asked impatiently. Nothing sir, the butler quivered. How many times must I tell you, be exact. The guests appreciate it much more. He liked Carl very much and wanted only the best for him. Yes, he trusted Carl. In fact he was the only one that knew Timothy's background. Carl knew Tim's original name had been Rap Langhorne Winsom. He settled down in his king size bed for a brief six hours of sleep. First thing tomorrow morning he and Carl would go riding because he wanted to show Carl the new horse he had bought him to show that his services were well worth it. Carlton Ellis by law, he had been called Carl since grade school. His grandfather and father had been butlers for a fairly wealthy man. But he had topped them both. He was butler for the richest man in the United States. There was only one obstacle—he hated Timothy so intensely that he shook with rage when he was corrected. Carl had worked for Tim five years and not only had Tim tried to teach him how to be perfect, he had also taught him the art of homicide which he would soon put to use. He could blackmail Timothy but why bother. He knew where the billions were hidden. Tim had his favorite black mare saddled. The thoroughbred he had bought Carl was exquisite with long muscular legs. It was a light sorrel with an equal amount of white. Carl strode up to the stables where Tim waited. He is the most magnificent horse I have ever seen. There is only one way to thank you. With a savage burst of refined muscles he knocked Tim to the floor and before he could react reached down and pulled the nickel plated pistol from underneath Tim's riding jacket. He emptied it into the man's heart and leaped upon the sorrel. Riding at a full sprint he was to the wine cellar in less than a minute. He opened the door and bounded down into the cool darkness. He reached the bottom of the flight and found a lantern. Sprinting into the second room and kicking away the table, he lifted the old wooden door. Carl felt into the deep dark- ness. He felt nothing. It was gone. For God's sake the money was gone. —Dwight Bennett 8th Grade Spring, 1971 PATIENT ZERO Alert! All personnel—alert! Patient Zero missing from quarters ! Patient Zero still missing—all personnel— continue searching. This is heard at one of the mental hospitals in California. Abraham! No........No! Orderlies! This way ! Quick! Abraham is trying to kill my father! Finally Abraham was brought under control. The voice came from the loudspeakers, Patient Zero under control. Dr. Kane was taken to a bed where he would sleep beside his daughter. Soon Dr. Kane came to asking about Abraham. Finally a young man named Walter said, We must expect occasional setbacks sir, mustn't we? Dr. Kane replied, Yes, yes.. . of course Walter. Well spoken! I'm glad you were named my assistant when I took over this institution. Dr. Kane, Walter, and Miss Kane were walking outside by the gates when lights came up the road. Dr. Kane asked what was going on. The man in the car said, My radiator's boiled over. Can I come in and get some water? Dr. Kane told him yes. The man was pouring water in his radiator saying he must go soon but Dr. Kane told him he could stay in his private cottage. The man gratefully accepted. He soon settled down to rest wondering what was going on around this place. He was interrupted in the middle of his sleep by a noise. When he looked out his window he was shocked by what he saw. The orderly was knocked out cold and someone was trying to steal his car. He woke up Miss Kane saying, Better wake up your father. One of the inmates is trying to escape. The man ran out thinking, He's really off his rocker. How does he expect to get past the locked gate? He was startled at what he soon saw in the car. Dr. Kane ! Dr. Kane said, Hurry ! Get in. I saw the escapee climbing over the wall. The reply was, Move over... I can handle this car a lot better than you! Alert! Ail personnel! Patient Zero attempting escape. The word's out. What do they mean Patient Zero? Dr. Kane said, We have code names for each inmate. Hurry man. . .hurry! The ear screeched to a halt in front of the guards and the gate. Dr. Kane said, Go to the rear exit! Quick! With that he yanked the wheel and managed to step on the gas. The car hit the wall very hard. A hand grabbed Dr. Kane telling him everything was okay. He kept saying, No! I saw him go over the fence. He's still loose! I must go after him. Please let me go. I can find him and bring him back. I'm afraid it's finally happened Miss Kane, said Walter. I'm sorry. His mind's completely gone now. I doubt if he even knows his own name. The man said, I'm still confused Miss Kane. You're all acting like you expected this. Miss Kane replied, My father was a famous psychiatrist until his mind started to go. While he still was partly sane the authorities gave me permission to stay with him here and treat him as if he'd been assigned as director. All the personnel were instructed to play the game. We knew it was only a matter of time. Walter is the real director of this institution. He always was. In other words, started the man, Patient Zero----he was really... ? Yes, responded Miss Kane, exactly. Patient Zero was, and still is—my father. —Warren Woods 8th Grade Spring, 1971 UNTITLED The small white pill case gleamed from the rat-eaten card table. The tall blond-haired boy walked over and opened it. Yes, this was his favorite selection of pills; they would last three full days. Two green footballs, four bennys, six yellow-jackets, one big gray bomb, and the best, gleaming sinisterly—the small red capsule of acid. Tomorrow he was planning for the best, wildest trip he had ever had. Two-bits sauntered over to the old dusty mirror hanging over his drughole. He saw his image, shoulder length blond- hair, a broken jutting nose, and ice blue eyes. Two-bits turned the mirror face to the wall. He believed in the philoso- phy of never looking into a mirror while on acid. Lying down on the old mattress, Two-bits thought about his past. In his graduating class there had been 1,275 students. He had graduated second and had been a starting center for the basketball team. They had been undefeated 16-0. After graduation his father, a retired army captain, had said he wanted John to go to college and then into the military. He had told his father to go-to-hell and had never been back again. Somehow his mother had found his address and sent him a letter. He had burned it without reading it and changed pads. Two-bits was depressed and decided to drop the acid now. First, to keep from going to sleep, he popped the two bennys and walked to the door. He wanted to be outside when it took effect. Standing by the door he dropped the acid. Two-bits stepped out into the old corridor. A gigantic packrat scurried to his hole. He walked down the hall. By one door he thought he caught the scent of congoipy, his favorite incense. He came to the staircase below. At the top of the second set of stairs sat a pregnant girl smoking a joint. He was getting light-headed now so he must hurry on down the stairs. Two-bits got to the top of the second staircase. He was going to go down but suddenly the girl turned toward him. Huge fangs creased her mouth; her fingernails were three inches long and a horrible fungus green. He grabbed her and started choking her. She was dead now so he dropped her and began running down the stairs. He reached the bottom and ran out the door. Cobwebs encased him. Two-bits could no longer run; he fought with a maddened rage. He was furious. Why didn't these damn cobwebs leave him alone. Out of the darkness came a blue spider. It held a gun in the right front leg. With uncontrollable rage he winched the gun from the black hairy paw. Three more spiders came at him. He shot them all. Then his face exploded. John Two-bits Etchenson was dead taking with him three policemen on night patrol in Haight-Ashbury district. —Dwight Bennett 8th Grade Spring, 1971 30 COPPER His heater reloaded, his ammo belt filled, Joe Sunday went out on night duty. As he walked down Fifth street there was nothing happening. At the park there were a few hippies lying on the grass and a bum sleeping on the bench. Joe walked up to the bum first of all and kicked him off the bench. The bum argued saying, But at three in the morning, where will I find a place to sleep? Joe said, Get the hell out'a here. The bum didn't like the phrase and attacked the officer with ambitious vigor. Slugging Joe with a left and then a right, Sunday replied, I ou'ta kill ya, you son-of-a... With that he got hit in the mouth. Sunday took out his pistol saying, Leave now! Get out'a here now or the only place you'll go is to yer own funeral. The bum's reply was, Go get screwed Mr. Copper 'cause I'm gonna do all the killing that's gonna be done. With that out came a switchblade. I'm gonna cut off yer ears Mr. Copper ! laughed the awakened bum. Sunday said, Take one more step and you'll sleep longer than you'll ever wanta. The bum snarled with anger divine and lurched at Joe. Joe yanked back on the trigger. BLAM ! The bum fell like a rock in a sea. He went down saying, Bless yer dirty rotten soul, Mr. Copper. His mouth moved no more for he was dead. Sunday couldn't believe what he had done. Killed another human because of a place to sleep. His mind worked with mounting pressure trying to figure out why- WHY? Why did he do it? His mind then went blank as he tried to over- come his raging hostilities. He screamed with raging madness. The hippies came over running, panting out of breath. One said, I saw you do it! You shot him down. Cold blooded murderer ! That's all you are. A murderer ! Sunday turned saying, Shut yer mouth you long-haired weirdo. I'll kill you too. Both of ya. Who's gonna make me? taunted the hippie. Should I kill you with my gun, knife, or bare hands? asked Joe. A knife's okay with me. They fought and finally Sunday killed him. He then turned and stabbed the girl twice in the heart. His mind was completely gone now. Gone like a whisper in the wind. He ran down dark deserted streets shooting the people he saw, knocking on doors and shooting the people that came to them. Joe, wake up! You're on night patrol tonight. Joe wake up. Joe awoke saying, Thank God it was only a dream. His heater reloaded, his ammo belt filled, Joe Sunday went out on night duty. As he walked down Fifth street there was nothing happening. At the park there were a few hippies lying on the grass and a bum sleeping on the bench. Joe walked up to the bum first of all and kicked him off the bench. —Warren Woods 8th Grade Spring, 1971 SHOULD YOUTH BECOME INVOLVED? HOW AND WHEN? It is my opinion that youth are involved. American youth have a genuine interest in politics, universities, ecology, music, and the military. Youth is an arbitrary term. I use it to refer to those between fourteen and twenty-five. If you are between the ages of thirty and forty, you grew up during the Korean War or World War II. Today your children are so different and diffi- cult, you probably feel as if many values you grew up with have been turned around. Guess what? You are right. In 1943 most blacks were segregated in the U. S. Army. And if anybody got on the radio and spewed anti-semitism, went out for a lynching, poured untreated sewage into a river, or died because he couldn't afford an operation----nobody much spoke up. Your generation changed all this. You taught your children to believe in human rights and peace and justice as no generation has before. You forgot to tell them that while you believed in such things, you were not in a hurry to make them come true. Today's youth are not waiting. And that is the problem. Today's youth in their teens and twenties are political and social adults. They have the kind of active concern for our country that most of today's adults did not have until they were working, married, and voting, hi education, economic advantages, mobility, social experiences, and awareness, no generation has ever been so close to their elders. What the concerned young people of our country do not have enough of today is a way to channel their involvement constructively into the American system. This generation is ready NOW. You have already given your children more than you ever got. Why not give them a way to use it? Beginning with the 1972 election, the youth between ages eighteen and twenty will have a newly established suffrage right as far as the national level of government is concerned. This of course will bring the pressure to bear upon the state governments with the argument of If eighteen is old enough to vote in the national elections, then why not in the state elections? If feel that we will find more and more states conforming to the minimum voting age of eighteen. What effect will this have on the Presidential election? First, the candidates for office will have to adapt their speeches to influence the youth of our country as well as the other generations. Second, in the 1968 primary elections Eugene McCarthy had a great influence with the youth. Now they are a voting group and can not be treated lightly or with indifference. Youth are involved in the universities and concerned about their education. The colleges and universities that help educate today's youth have changed under their influence. There is now a more liberalized choice of classes, choice of speakers on campus, and greater social freedom on campus. Ecology is now a major issue and the youth are carrying a large part of the banner. They were out in force to help clean up the oil slicks in San Francisco Bay and in the Gulf of Mexico. In San Francisco, Standard Oil of California turned out 700 of its employees to help organize the beaches and provide supplies. Still, it was the young who set records of devotion to the environment. They have been a major contributer to the cleaning of rivers throughout the U. S., and much of the protest against polluting industries has been led by the youth. At the University of Minnesota, for instance, the ecology society is larger than the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS). They have even gone so far as to bury a car engine because it is one of America's major polluters. 32 Today's youth have a direct effect on this nation's economy. In 1969, $1.2 billion dollars were paid for phonograph records in the U. S. alone. There is big money in music. Youth directly effect the fashions. One of the best examples of this is the mini-skirt, which definitely was not created for the middle aged woman. Youth now have the buying power to make things like that go. The advertising of many of the major companies is directed at the young people. Examine advertisements by Sears, IBM, General Motors, Ford, RCA, UNIVAC, and Sperry Rand and notice the models and their ages. The youth are definitely a buying power. Youth, as we all know, have had, and always will have, an effect on music. The styles are as varied as possible. The ears of today's youth hear music ranging from acid rock, to hard rock, to the slow music of the late 1950's, and now a trend more toward country and western music. The military is comprised mainly of today's youth. The officers are young; a graduate from a military academy is commissioned and enters the ranks at the age of twenty-one or twenty-two. The draftees are between eighteen and twenty-five. There are a number of privileges for the soldiers that were unheard of ten to twenty years ago. These came with the revision of regulations. A soldier may now have his own motorcycle. The men have turned their open- bay barracks into private cubicles with bedspreads, rugs, curtains, hanging lamps, and posters on the walls. The youth have influenced such revisions. Low ranking GI's help administer military posts. For example, a buck sergeant on one base has a private office, secretary, telephone, staff car and—more important, the commander's clearance to investigate any problem. He is twenty-one, young, but he represents the men to the officers. QUESTION: Should today's youth become involved? ANSWER: Today's youth are involved When? Now. How? In even more ways than I have mentioned. How far would you go for today's involved youth? Gary D. Bennett Senior Class Spring, 1971 Lions Club Speakers Contest Club Winner Zone Winner Regional Winner State Finalist BIBLIOGRAPHY Dunbar, Ernest, Music is where the money is. Look. Vol. 34, No. 17:13-17, August 25, 1970. ECOLOGY: a cause becomes a mass movement, Life. Vol. 68, No. 3:22-27, January 30, 1970. Silk, George, More oil for our troubled waters, Life, Vol. 70, No. 4:36-43, February 5, 1971. Ted Bates Company New York, Time. Vol. 97, No. 8:68-69, February 22, 1971. 'Willie and Joe visit the new U. S. Army, Life, Vol. 70, No. 4:20-27, February 5, 1971. 33 “should youth Become involved?” SpRinq, 1971 student speakeR winneR qaRy d. Bennett cLub winnep zone winnep Region winneR state finalist nux C. fleischniAnn ScholARship winneR QARy 6. Bennett, 1971 $1,000 RetuRneO fOR AlteRnAte ReceiveR unp SpeAkeR S Burcau C)r. thomAS t. tuckeR SpRinq, 1971 36 landeR County Spelling Champion RoBin Van Schaick 7th Qnade 1971 8th QnaOe 1972 niR. Owen noRRis, Coach nevaOa State mathematics examination WinneR 37 QaRy C . Bennett with niR. hal woRk, Coach fRom A 1971 austin cowboy QRAfcUAte to. . . 38 CUSS Of 1975 united states naval academy QRAdlUtlOn 1971 40 quest speakeR honoRABle ROBGRt List valePictORian QARy Bennett SalUtatORian CuRtis Schmidtlein class will William BRAndt AWARDS AssemBly may 1971 ACTIVITIES student Body ofpiceRS QIRlS’ Athletic ASSOCIAtlOn Block 45 EASTERN A ZONE BASKETBALL TOURNAMEI 1971 r -SMANSHIP AW ATHLETICS Back Row M. Sell L. Maestretti J. Gandolfo B. Forgy Coach Huckaby Front Row F. Jolly B. Forgy D. Cooley R. Easton jumoR high won 9 lost 9 Until February the Colts were coached by Mr. Bob Ramos, U. S. Forest Service. When Mr. Ramos returned to school at the University of Nevada, Reno, Mr. Huckaby 50 took over for the remainder of the season. 51 Back Row S. Saralegui R. Dory B. Hansen P. Saralegui Coach Ragar Front Row K. Farr J. Winrod Absent M. E. Richmond M.J. 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ROBERT RAGAR U. S. History P. E. 1-6 P.E. 7,8 Girls1 P.E. Boys1 P. E. Jr. Varsity Basketball Varsity Basketball Track Senior Advisor Boys Home Economics Girls Home Economics Office Secretary Concessions Drill Team Advisor Junior Advisor MR. HAROLD WORK Algebra General Math Mathematics 7 Mathematics 8 Science 7 Science 8 Basketball Gate Freshman Advisor MR. J. F. HUCKABY Principal English I MR. OWEN NORRIS Social Studies 7 Social Studies 8 English 7 English 8 Language Arts 7,8 Typing I Singing 7,8 Singing 1-6 Basketball Timekeeper Music Programs 7th Grade Advisor 8th Grade Advisor Yearbook Advisor MRS. ESSIE STRICKLAND Grade Three Grade Four MR. ROBERT VAN SCHAICK English H English HI Speech-Journalism Physical Science General Science General Business Basketball Scorer Sophomore Advisor 93 uc - Cavis qroup 94 VU j rf 'to EBB W THE 1)E ST m-.NNE'i ft. HHANHT ft. VOX p| H.V’H.VNK ui ft. GAUCI'V C.MAV.S’inETTl |sCHMl� 'r,iKlN ft. V OOOS Lr. young 95 sadie hMvkins day 96 98 school picnic may 1971 99 100 101 UniveRsity of nevada Austin Rocket Show 103 weinAChten 1971 “stiLLe nACht” 104 105 mu. owen c. noRRis, jr., Oirccxor 107 ABOUT THIS BOOK This book is intended to help you recapture memories from spring 1971 to spring 1972. The staff has arranged the 1972 CASTILLEJA in chronological order. Keys to the contents are the Index and Table of Contents. PRODUCTION DATA ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Publisher is chosen by the school Principal and contracts signed Class Photos Ross Photo, by him. No subsidy comes from the school; yearbook must be self supporting or will not exist. Libra and Lydian Cursive were the Sparks requested type styles used for headings and ads. Following is an Publisher Pischel Yearbooks approximation of expenses and income: Pasco, Wash. Income Expenses Business and Melville Easton Production Staff Kathleen Fox Legacy from 1971 staff 300 Sabrina Gandolfo Subscriptions 235 Valerie Gandolfo Advertisements 1,180 Barbara Givens Base Price Linda Rosson (100 books, 48 pages) 775 Spencer Saralegui Additional pages 700 Mark Sell End sheets 35 Robin Van Schaick Saxony paper 20 Warren Woods Colored paper Photo supplies, postage, 20 Advisor Mr. Owen Norris freight, petty cash 200 Repayment of legacy 300 1,715 2,050 Major changes that were made this year to modernize the CASTILLEJA included: (1) indexing students, faculty, and advertisers; (2) including a literary section of student writings; (3) having a signature of colored paper; (4) changing paper from enamel to saxony. A special thanks to Mr. Hal Work for taking so many pictures recording our 1971 activities in the spring. Additionally, Sgt. Larry Coy of the Lander County Sheriff's Department allowed Craig Maestretti and Ralph Othon to use the office darkroom to print pictures for use in the CASTILLEJA. The 1972 Staff of the CASTILLEJA hopes you have enjoyed the changes and improvements. Although Austin School is the smallest in the state of Nevada, we feel we have our best being presented under existing circumstances. index ABC Block 80 Agnor, Darby 90 Agro Chem 78 Alan's Texaco 75 Arcade Stationary 74 Alfs Chevron 62 Anderson, Swede 90 Anzalone, Steve 108 Austin Bar-Hotel 83 Austin Chamber of Commerce 67 Austin Garage 71 Austin Library Board 79 Bel Court Service 74 Bennett, Dwight 18,22,23,27, 28.30.38.49.97.98 Bennett, Gary 32,33,34,35,36, 37,38,39,40,41,42,48,49,59, 97,98,99 Bill, Dennis 14,16,44,45,48, 49,54,57,58 Bill, Esther 9,12,44,45,60, 98,106 Boisevain, Ed 35,86 Brandt, Joy 90 Brandt, William 40,41,42,48, 49.59.98 Breshears, David 7,8,102 Breshears, F. Mark 7,8,92,97, 104 Breshears, Mathew 5,92,104 Breshears, Shawn 6,105 Britton, Bill 90 Brown, David 10,101 Brown, Michael 10,101 Bruce, Don 78 Bruce, Ross 5,104 Budfs Bar 85 Bullion Monarch 71 Burns Funeral Home 90 Cal-Western Securities 79 Capriola 90 Carlisle 79 CarolynTs 62 Casady, Kjrestine 6,92 Casady, Ovidia 5,108 Charm Beauty Salon 90 Cirac, Lisa 4,105 Coaldale Inn 70 Coffee, D. 90 Cooley, Duane 7,50,100,104 Cooley, Lana 5,104 Coon, Mrs. Doris 92,93 Coy, Larry 90 Danny's Bootery Del?s Trailer Park 84 Deputy, Bill 63 Doeroy's 90 Dory, Hester 90 Dory, Jennifer 41,42 Dory, Jeri 2,97 Dory, Lander 6,106 Dory, Robert 11,52,53,89,92 Dory's Service 79 Duval 82 Easton, Melville 7,25,46,57, 92,98,100,104,107 Easton, Richard 6,50,105,106 Economy Drug 90 Eileen's Style Shop 90 Elko General Merchandise 90 Estes, Chet 90 Estes, Dorothy 90 Fallon Flower Shop 90 Fallon Livestock Supply 83 Fallon Steam Laundry 90 Farmers Insurance 63 Farr, Allen 5,108 Farr, Debra 6,42,105,106 Farr, Kyle 10,24,52,53,92,104 Farr, Lana 4 Farr, Lorraine 7,20, 53,104 Farr, Lyle 5,108 Ferguson, Jay 6,105,106 Ferguson, Karen 5,42 Ferguson, Michael 5,104 First American Title 67 Forgy, Barry 7,8,44,50,106 Forgy, Brantley 7,50,104,106, 107 Fox, George 40,42,48,49,58,59 Fox, Kathleen 7, 8,45,51, 53,92, 99,107 Frank, Maurice 9,12,42,48,49, 54,57,58,59 Frazzini Furniture 67 Frenchman Station 75 Frontier Liquor-Sporting 80 Gallagher, Thomas 90 Gandolfo, Bert 90 Gandolfo, Emma 90 Gandolfo, Francine 14,16,44, 45.46.53.55.60.106 Gandolfo, Michelle 4 Gandolfo, Sabrina 9,10,25,44, 45.46.53.55.60.101.106.107 Gandolfo, Valerie 12,18,44, 45.46.60.106.107 Gandolfo, W. Jay 7,50,92,104, 107 Garcia, Danny 11,48,49,54,55, 56.58.59.106 Giant Discount Market 90 Givens, Bill 90 Givens, Barbara 11,44,45,46, 53.55.60.92.97.99.104.106 Gunn, Brenda 94 Hamilton Opticians 86 Hansen, R. Brent 15,16,20,52, 104 Hazen, Logan 90 Helming, Camera 4,92,105 Helming, D. Kipper 5,104,108 Hewett, Theresa 5,92,104 Holden, George 90 Hooper, Cynthia 41 Hooper, Priscella 11,45,60,95, 96,106 Horton, T. 90 Huckaby, Courtney 5,92,104 Huckaby, J. 40,43,50,92,93,100 Hursh, E. 90 Inchauspe, Eveline 4,100,105, 108 Inchauspe, Jacqueline 6,92, 100,105 Inchauspe, Paul 65 Inchauspe, Pauline 6,104,105, 106 Intaschi, Linda 35,94,98 International Cafe-Bar 64 Irons, Lavon 5,104,108 110 Jackson, Shirley 12,45,60, 99,106 Jim’s Shoes 82 Jim’s Texaco 85 Jolly, Cinthia 6,105,106 Jolly, Frederic 7,50,106 Jolly, Susan 5,104,108 Jones Boys 74,90 Johnston, Rick 60,94 Jung, Dale 6,105 Jung, David 5,92 Jung, Juli 4,92 Kelly’s Auto Parts 72 Kent Co. 84 Keystone Drug 90 Lander County Officials 69, 90 Lander County Sheriff 80 Lee’s Garage 84 Levy, Soni 35,94,98 Lincoln Motel 71 Lions Club, Austin 81 List, Hon. Robert 41 Logan Carlson Mortuary 68 Lois’ Beauty Salon 90 Lumpkin, Stanley 4,105,108, Lundberg’s 90 Maestretti, Craig 8,11,16,44, 45,54,55,56,59,84,108 Maestretti, Lane 7,8,20,50, 106 Malsor, David 6,105 Malsor, Lisa 4,108 Malsor, Marie 6,105,106 Malsor, Philip 7,53,104 Manzini, Andy 5,104,108 Manzini, Tony 49 Manzini, William 90 Marbee’s Dept. Store 75 Marge’s Yarn 86 Markland, DeEtta 90 Master Engravers 62 McClanahan, Erin 5,104,108 McClanahan, Michael 6,105 McClanahan, Tracy 4 Midway Market 89 Mock, Kimberly 4,92,105 Myrtles Beauty Salon 75 Nagy, John 85 Neu, Dana 4,108 Neu, Tammy 6 Nevada Hotel 74 Nevada National Bank 82 Nick’s Garage 78 Norris, Owen 35,37,46,54, 84, 88,92,93,96,105,109 Norris, Sylvia 35,94,98 Othon, Ralph 8,11,44,54,55,57, 88,101 Owl Club 72 Pargas 66 Parker’s Ranchland 90 Penny’s 66 Peters, Richard 4 Phoenix, Roger 21,49,102 Plocher, Stephen 94 Pollack, Douglas 94 Pony Canyon Motel 73 Price, Evans 6,105,106 Price, Vicki 10,45,46,60,101, 104,106 Radio KVLV 70 Ragar, Robert 42,45,51,52,53, 54,56,59,60,90,92,93,100 Rashdan, Mrs. Peggy 92,93 Reterer, Erik 4,92,105 Robinson, Tom 42,83 Rosson, Linda 9,12,26,44,45, 46,60,106,107 Sagebrush Club 66 Salisbury, John 104 Saralegui, Paul 11,52,53 Saralegui, Spencer 11,16,46, 52,53,59,97,101 Schmidtlein, Curtis 40,41,42, 58,59,97 Schwin, George 80 Sell, Christine 6,92 Sell, Dalana 11,45,46,60,99, 106 Sell, Mark 7,20,21,46,60,99, 106 Sharp, Michael 4,92 Sharp, Nancy 90 Shovel in Supply 72 Sierra Pacific 68 la gverre rvest S bonne eifants aufres closet vivanTP? 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