Cheektowaga Junior Senior High School - Centorial Yearbook (Cheektowaga, NY)

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FEMALES There she sat, snug and cozy, on my favorite lounge chair. I watched furiously from the doorway as she gazed at my husband with adoration. Gracefully, she rose and waltzed over to his side. She practically purred! The worst part of it was that Jack was actually taking it all in. He loved every ounce of her attention! I decided that something had to be done, so I eagerly did it. I went to the backdoor and un- leashed my secret weapon, the hairy monster. He wasted no time but shot straight to the living room as I chuckled with glee. He really caught her in the act! Upon seeing the terror, she screamed in hor- ror and fled through the open window, hotly pur- sued bythe beast. As I smugly walked into the living room and sat in my rightful place beside my spouse, he looked at me with suspicion. Honey , he asked, why did you let the dog in? You know he despises the cat! Oh , I purred sweetly, I didn't even notice that she was in here! Marilyn Sanders A day is born, The child of time and light. It soon begins its journey- a trek into the past. A day dies quickly, Killed by time which bore it. Its grove is marked by memory the key to yesterday. Mary Wagner He was fighting for the right to represent his team in his weight class in the wrestling match the following day. His chance would be decided by the outcome of this match and it was halfway through when he had a chance to pin his man. He was down on his knees straining forward by pushing his toes into the mat when his adrenalin not only seemed to flow but explode forward. His calves were ready to burst and his arms draped around his bent opponent were red and perspiring wildly. But of most importance was his face which showed to the farthest extreme his determination. His minute chin and his intrusive jaw with clenched teeth forced his skinny cheeks to pull back the corners of his lips. His nose was small and forced downward over his prey's shoulder, and his eyes showed madness in which he was overcome by a rage of wildness. The bewildered opponent was finally overcome by this last frenzy but the victor seemed uncon- scious until he realized his conquest. Ken Ziegler

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Cowboys and Indians Are a particular breed of men. Not many of either are left . . . But the soldiers, they always persist. The good guys and bad guys Are a particular breed of men. And its hard to tell them apart . . . But the soldiers, they wear uniforms. Hawks and Doves Are a particular breed of men. On opposite sides of an argument . . . But the soldiers only follow commands. Perhaps we'd all have a better chance If we dismantled our toy soldiers And let the fat old men with the beady eyes, and talcum powder under their arms Fight the wars, and kill each other all in the name of peace. FRED The waters whisper silently To all of those who sleep, To all of those who find their rest Down in the silent deep. The waters guard the lonely graves, The hidden, unmarked, silent tombs Of men who fought the mighty sea, Of men who've met their watery dooms. The waters hide from all the world The ravaged boats and whitened bones, And echo soft and ghostly sounds, THE ROLLER COASTER As I climbed on the roller coaster, my palms were sweaty with anticipation, and my eyes sparked with fear. A sudden shiver of cold crept up my spine as the conductor fastened my seatbelt with a loud click. One small moment of doubt, and I was on my way, unable to escape. The cars climed steeply upward, creeping slower with each skyward step. The coaster creaked and stuttered, as if it, too, feared the torturous ride. It paused at the very top of the incline, and I, too, caught my breath just as the descent began. In unison, the coaster and I screamed as the cars flew down- ward. The wind whistled past us laughing at the jest, as the coaster and I became one. Our breaths came in low tortured gasps and we could not tear our watering eyes from the track. Then, suddenly, we screeched to a stop, the ride was over. I clat- tered out of the car, and strode away, laughing, with the cry of the coaster still ringing in my ears. RED Echo whispered prayers and wretched moans. Mary Wagner

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Shy Sue, lonely too, Unaccustomed to company. Shy Sue, slowly too, Began to speak more freely to me. Friend Sue, glad too, Accustomed to company. Friend Sue, glad too, Began to confide her thoughts to me. Mary Schmidt Tell me please- Where can I find the owner of this work of art? Who is the genius? How did he create this masterpiece of rock and color whose majesty defies description? What sculptor carved these canyons winding, bending, never ending deep into the earth? Which famous artist mixed these brilliant hues upon his pallet and brushed them lightly, oh, so brightly up and down these massive walls? Tell me please- Where can I find the owner of this work of art? Is it for sale? The rocky ledges stand in protest to the world, Like a giant fist in defiance curled. Immortal in their beautiful bleakness, They remind us of death and human weakness. The mountains, the valleys, the hills, the peaks, Show that through nature God truly speaks. They inspire men to do great things, As if he is soaring on giant wings. More beautiful than anything man can ever hope to create The mortality and insignificance of man They will always relate. Donald Eisenmann 172 Mary Wagner Bury me in the sea For I want to lie amid the remains Of the vessels the waters have conquered, And the treasure chests Hidden within their rotting, once sturdy structures Bury me in the sea. Hide me below in the murky depths Of the sea I have loved so well. Leave me there to lie in peace, To rest in the silent deep. Bury me in the sea. Let me sleep to the end of time, With the others the waters have claimed, And soon I'll become a part of the past, Forgotten, deep in my watery grave. Mary Wagner