Catlin Gabel School - Garrulous Pine Yearbook (Portland, OR)

Page 53 text:

CONFLIT. . . Je me rappelle des promenades dans l'air frais ole la nuit, des vitrines etincelantes, des formes vivesg Je me rappelle des traiets, hilares, dans Vascenseur, des grimaces folles, un rire incontrolableg Je me rappelle des heures avancees devant la television, des cigarettes crues, des boissoris qui tintentg Je me rappelle des nuits sans sommeil dans la chambre, ton corps sur l'autre lit, la fenetre ouverteg Je me rappelle de longues discussions pendant le jour, des avis echanges, des experiences racontees - Nous ne pouvons pas reclamer ce qui est du passe, Mais il ne faut point le pleurerq Une figure familiere dans Vetroitesse d'une chambre devient apres quelques pas une forme etrange au bout d'un couloir, une taille noire hesitant devant une porteg Et apres quelques secondes il ne reste rien dans ce couloir sauf les ampoules brillant silencieusement dans l'obscurite et les portes fermees, sans visage. -TONY CORBETT, 1962 ALONE Some of the others had already dragged their packs out of the trunk of the car and were huddled together in small groups talking loudly and adjusting their straps so that they would fit over their coats and rain coats. Then each held the other's pack up while he would untwist the straps and slip them over his shoulder. But I knew no one so I did my best to put the pack on myself. It was chilly in the shadowy edges of the forest, and I was cold. The others were all bigger than I was and were all in high school, and I was alone. This had been my mother's idea. She thought it would be good for me to go, but I wished I had stayed at home. Never before had the woods been so frightening nor I so frightened of them. We were at the end of the road, and I kept looking back over my shoulder and thinking to myself that there was the way home, and then turning around and looking up the trail . .. I finally wlggled into my pack and stood up against the side of the car. There were now two main groups eager to go, but I was not. Nly stomach was knotted in nerves, and I could feel the chills race up and down my back and the goose-bumps all over my arms and legs. lVly toes still hurtfrom being pinched in the new boots. A whistle blew, and we assembled in a rough line. A tall man in a red checked jacket said something and the others laughed, and then we were off. As I hiked, in a few minutes, I became warmer and the chills vanished. My stomach relaxed. The woods were dark but exciting. There were boys in front of me and boys in back of me and there were shouts echoing back and forth, and some scanty singing. At last I was happy. GEORGE IVIARSHALL, 1963

Page 52 text:

ANTIGONE i was in thebes that time when they forgot to bury ANTlGONE's brother he had run out and she ran out and I ran out when she ran out to help her dIe or see her dIe or dIe oo but she dIdn t dIe almost because I see her now and then In the streets walkIng slowly sadly Wlth her father who Isnt and her brother who had not to be and WIthOUf her brother who was and not Wlth her uncle who wasnt ever after that and even Wlth me sometImes and she dIdn t dIe almost because she loved so much and because she was love so much that nobody not even god cou d kIll It and poor ANTIGONE wIlI IIVG forever and even Wlfh me sometImes because I am she sometImes AUGUSTA ALEXANDER 1959 V Sf ifnfff' ,uf WET SAND Smooth Smooth TedIous beach Rmsed Scoured By the hIdden rage LoomIng swells Threaten the bIrds That shrIek On the scratchy Sand Sharp Crests LumInous Whlte Prerce o HesItate gently To roll to ObllVlOn When called Away by the NIght PAM STOLOFF 964 A thIng IS what It IS Even If lt responds Even If It knows Itself As only what we call It Even If we thInk That It IS only what we call It We do not label what we really know STEVEN SASLOW 6 And last year s flowers are the dry pressmg that fall from books and last year s words eddy futIle In space Unremembered Yet In theIr tIme they had theIr meanIng were beautIful Wltty horrIfyIng engaged attentIon for mmutes or hours and are now forgotten JEAN lVlacRAE 1962 t - F Q, .. , 1 I . . - - No matter what we call it. ' - ,19 1

Page 54 text:

Fzrst row left to right Cookre Shromr Nancy Henderson Susan Mersereau Becky Ken dall Prudence Kimberley Amy Frelds Chris Kendall Judy Cornwall Ann Flowerree Lrz Laing. Second row Jrm Tompkins George Thompson .lim Rasmussen Duncan Murray Blll Peachy Steve Uffelman David McBride Alyson MacDonald Penny Collins Markle Fonaas Carol Cottrell CHORUS MUSIC I - I I I I 1 I 1 1 r . . I . . . ' I 1 1 1 1 1 I 1 1 , .