Colonel E Brooke Lee Middle School - Cougar Yearbook (Silver Spring, MD)

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HOW THE LEOPARD GOT ITS SPOTS Little Leo was a leopard who lived in the deep, dark forest of Hacki Yacki. Leo was a baby leopard and all his pals were bigger and stronger than him. That is why they called him Little Leo. Little Leo was very simple looking, and like most leopards was tan in color. Yet unlike all Leo's leopard friends, Leo had this strange complex. He was told that if he was ever to meet up with the almight King of Amunals CHackabull Yackabullj for whom the forest was named, that he would suddenly get holes in his coat. Well, knowing this Leo was always frightened. Even though few amunals had ever seen this bull, his name has been handed down for generations, and he was believed to be roaming around the land. The only thing, was that he was said to be a little backwards at times, and could even put spells on his people. One day when Little Leo was taking his afternoon hunt for food he saw the strangest looking creature he had ever seen. It was green in color and very fat. Well, it was past Leo's lunch hour so by then he was really starving. He thought to himself for a few seconds and decided to take a chance. Then he looked up at the creature and was about to pounce when the creature started mumbling something. This startled Leo so he stopped and tried to catch what he was saying, but it was no use. Then before he could say Hackabull Yackabull, his coat had turned to spots of black, with a few places where tan would be seen. As it turned out the almighty King of Amunals was casting a spell on Leo for his coat to turn to holes but he said it backwards and Leo soon had spots covering him from head to toe. That is how the leopard got its spots. As for King Hackabull Yackabull, he was so embarrassed he ran away and hasn't been seen since by amunals or any other such beasts. Diane Waghelstein WHISTLIN' WILLIE Very long ago, about the time when apples still grew on palm trees, there lived a fat, jolly man. With all of the air stored in his body, and being the jolly soul he was, Willie Isadore Nathan Dogleech loved to whistle. He whistled about every good thing under the sun-and a happier soul you'd never hope to meet. But, as luck would have it, the poor feHow was ahead of his time. He differed from all of the other people, for they were cruel, hateful folk by nature. Willie tried to live his life, doing what he enjoyed most, with no friends and a bewilderment of others, he spread his whis- tling tune to hundreds of people. Soon these harsh people were fed up with such happiness and came after poor Willie with lighted torches. He was frightened and began to whistle just to spite the country folks evil. Ah, but to no avail, for they caught him and burned him at the stake. Willie was not forsaken by God, though, because He sent him straight to heaven. Here he became a giant among angels and planned to avenge the people below for the great misjustice they had done him. He sent his bellowing whistle throughout the land-the trees blew, houses shook and people were blown off balance. He whistled whenever he felt an urge to. Whistling throughout the countryside was his way of letting the people below know that their Scrooge-like behavior couldn't stand in the way of over-powering happiness. So the people down below never did forget the man, they once burned at the stake, because he still goes on whistling today. And Willie Isadore Nathan Dogleech became known as WIND! Helene Silverman balvblvvlvalvalvvlvvlv0l00b0k'0k'0b9k'9k0k'Sf9lU9lWlU'2l00k0lN!09l00lGvlv0iU0k0!00!00lv'D!v'2l0'2l6 1lG'9l0'-1l4 Ulf t r .1 all .r1emsxmm xwxW, -

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I h The Experience It was at cool, sunny Friday. It was peaceful and quiet. Just then the clock peaceful spell was broken. The school bell had rung at Oakville Jr. High. All of iii struck three, and the s pupils came pouring out, laughing and talking loudly and happy because school was over for the weeki Hey! yelled Lynn. Wait for me Ellen. Lynn ran to catch up with her ot Jody. Hi!, I got out of math kinda late. God! Was that test hard. Man! I didri proclaimed Lynn. Yeah, it was pretty hard, replied Jody. I don't think I passed it, added Ellen. I was just thinkin about that lecture we had at the assembly today. You re all that stuff, you know, grass. Do you remember when we were taking the s Carol., I remember, and too well, answered Ellen. You never told me about it, protested Jody. We never felt like letting anyone know, cause if our parents found out we'd answered Lynn. Tell me about it, asked Jody. Well when we went to camp last summer, Camp Carl, ever heard of it? aske Um, Isn't that somewhere in New York? answered Jody. Yeah that's the place. We met this guy named Sandy. He was a real cute guy We all got to be friends with him and to make a long story short he got us starte counselor found out and helped us get off the stuff, and here we are today, finis What about Sandy? asked Jody. Oh him, someone turned him in. He was taken to Juvenile Court. We really what happened, added Ellen. But did you like the stuff while you were taking it? asked Jody. When we were on a trip or just stoned or something we felt really great. It then the stuff wore off. We'd come down and we needed more and more, replied All I know is I'll never take that stuff again, whispered Carol. The girls told Jody all about their experience while they walked home from sc I'11 See Yalaterf' Said Lynn as she opened her front door. Then the rest of t their own way. Then Jody glanced back to see if her friends were out of sight. They were. Sh bottle of pep pills out of her pouch, unscrewed the top and popped a few departed for her home. 'l her friends, Carol and It think I'd finish it, inember on drugs and tuff at camp? asked really be in trouble, Lynn. ,, but he was a pusher. nil on drugs. Our camp hed Lynn. don't know for sure was really cool. But Ellen. hool. he girls split and went ia smiled and pulled a in her mouth as she i DotFried : 5 Q - .. .auf q 5 3 5 4559 at 1' w i V Q W i G W 1, .-5 -, W .V Eg ZX 'pi Q 'Sw . Y , 'r' A ' Z3 ith' 'QA C, fbi S I . , Q . a f el AIA Q55 ' W Q a? v, ff K- . J ' ., Q xgp Q L.. .

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