Lutheran High School - Paw Prints Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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Ireland s greens in varieties as multiple and subtle as its tweeds at Donegal Gerald Brommer clouds of quietness and crackling red leaves the gifts of Cod to man Anne Staley photograph the sun slips through the sky as the horizon waits with open arms and evening ' s shades descend to the earth. i sit alone, finding security in the darkness and comfort in the night thinking of you . . . again, how easy it is to see you in the tall shadows on my wall and how the warm glow of your smile fills my room as a candle ' s flame dips and sways, as the wind whispers secret thoughts to the stars your voice comes on the wings of a dove — gently touching me from unseen heights, i linger in my dreams but a friendly star winks farewell and the first rays of dawn light the sky i reach for you, still longer to delay our parting but you are gone, i awaken to reality — a cold, loveless world filled with memories and dreams, but only dreams of you.

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J how strange, that i should find myself both happy and sad, lonely and friendly, tingling and numbed, so full of confusion and joy and sorrow all because of one person . . . when a world could not make me laugh, or cry . . . how unexpected, that i would gladly give up my tomorrows for a simple thing like . . . love. . . Cynthia Wolf kathy Schlaht painting Jan Eggers etching My touch moved you like the Minnesota summer sun on your back when your were eight. Jan Herrmann

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, Jit ■ v. i - : ...-- ' ' ' Doug Gerth mixed media To Libra, With Points Just for what it ' s worth, My Once, my Sometime — Ever — Though I seem to go a way That ponders that time never — A nd try so hard to be someone Who, patently, I cannot be, A nd watch you — distant— fading out Ever climbing some new tree — Just for what it ' s worth I have not forgot. Nor is forgetting what I want. So— When by chance in some dark place With candle play on human face I distant hear above the chatter Bridge or Kathy — times that matter- Then in fleeting, bitter bliss Some ghost I sense of happiness As transformed in smokey hue The face across from me is you. I cannot hate, regret, or change Nor would for gold our time exchange Whatever it was worth. Donna Kahre ceramic sculptu Only a dead thing doesn ' t celebrate creation! If a person is alive, he has to cele- brate it. If he doesn ' t— he is dead. And I think that there are a lot of living dead in the world. I really feel sorry for them. Sorry that they can ' t feel the things I do when I look at God ' s creation . . and what I feel, is celebration . . . maybe that response is creativity. Mr. Gerald Brommer is recognized here as the warm, smiling and whistling man in! charge of Paw Prints. Freshmen and sopho- mores eagerly anticipate being in Print- j making, design class, and all his other ad- vanced art classes. Art History class is| spiced with slides and stories of his Euro-] pean escapades. He and Mr. Sylwester de- sign and construct concert stage sets. In his students Mr. Brommer tries to create an awareness of their surroundings. He feels that not enough creative thinking goes on at Lutheran High. Creativity isn ' t making paintings or writing poetry . . it ' s living lite in a way God wants it livea— fully sensitized to all of His creation. Assessing this school year, Mr. Brommer has good things to say. I think I see more smiling faces this year than last and that ' s a sign of satisfaction of a kind. More people say Hi, and that ' s a sign of togetherness. Happiness is a creative response, too . . like celebration.