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

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fl6fl ,.:g-N . .,, V. g Q g gy - of Cars Norbert Fichtel Cars are machines which are made to please, Some handle well and drive with ease. Cars take people to different places, Including people of different races. Some cars are slow like the Model T's, while others drive fast at incredible speeds. Cars come in different shapes and sizes, From the big old vans, to the Mazda Mizars. Some cars have luxury from end to end, like the Monte Carlo and Mercedes Benz. Some cars are built to drive fast as jets, Like the little Porsches and the sporty Corvettes. There are many styles of the typical car, they come from here and from afar. The main reason that the car came to be, was to please people like you and like me. The Trail My Cycle Failed on John Bruce 8a Greg Faust I was riding my cycle down the trail. I hit the jump and started to sail. My gears slammed into first, and my front wheel burst. I thought it was the end, but it could have been worse. 40 The Haunted Place Everyone at some age in their life 'has a special corner of the world all their own. I had one, too. I passed by it every Monday, after my piano lesson. It was a secluded point hidden behind stretches of moss grass and sand. I called it the Haunted Place. Whenl was there I would forget all my everyday aggravations and start worrying about the Haunted Place. It was evil. Diabolic spirits dwelled there and frightened away all nature, but me. It was gloomy - the sun would not shine there, and the ground was dry - rain would not tread there either. The echoes of history seemed to bounce on and off the ground, challenging me to enter this forbidden territory. My imagination would soar higher and higher as I terrified myself in my sinister fantasy. When I walked by there, the demons chained me to the spot while my stomach began to flutter. It seemed forever till I broke down the invisible wall that enclosed the area and ran away to freedom. As the days passed into weeks and the weeks into months the spirit's power seemed to be diminishing slowly. One Monday it happened. I walked past tlie Haunted Place without ever stopping. Then I remem bered and walked back. I laughed, wondering how I ever could have thought the place looked different than the grass and weeds surrounding it. The sun shone brightly throwing light on the various plants.lI was freed from my childhood mystery of evil spirits As I walked away I knew I had grown older than the Haunted Place. by Michelle Coheln Grammarville . Elayne Kriss The puzzling town of Grammarville Lies past the lake, beyond the hill. There, in a densely-wooded glen, Live two well-intentioned gentlemen. Both are related to one another, Mr. Punctuation is one, Mr. Capitalization is the other. When I venture into their forbidding glen, I I find the pair foften way past tenj Discussing hyphens and nouns of direct address, How a well-placed colon prevents a mess, The capitalization of proper nouns, Like names of days and months and towns, The proper use of commas and quotes, How to punctuate a set of notes, Question marks for every query, Exclamation points when things get eerie, The need for periods, apostrophes and such, Frankly, I find it a little too much. The occasional tourist to Grammarville Finds objects of interest, some rare, But though it's a nice place to visit, Few really enjoy living there. l

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A Brag Brian Rubin This brag is about Opey Shmite, the greatest fisherman the world has ever known. Now Opey wasn't that different from anybody else who lived in Shmitesville, he was the average size of everybody else, 11 feet 3 inches tall, and he was the average weight of everybody else, 2600 pounds, but the only difference between him and all of the other Shmitonians is that his feet were just so enor- mous that you wouldn't believe me if I told you how large they were. Well, I might as well tell you. They were seven feet long from sole to nail and each foot weighed 650 pounds. After years of pondering he finally decided how he would put his huge feet to use. The next morning he went out to the fishing store and bought twenty of the largest fishing nets the man had to sell. He tied the fishing nets between his toes and went out to the ocean. He sat on the pier and dipped his feet in the water. After a couple of min- utes he pulled his foot up quick out of the water. He looked down at his feet and then at the net. He had discovered what he had hoped to find, 400 blue fish and 200 red snappers, all stuck in the net that was tied around his foot. Now you know why I called him the greatest fisherman the world has ever seen. Contrasts Erica Greenberg THE CITY WAKES EARLY WITH the reeds rustling as MILKMEN AND DUMP TRUCKS STARTING the moon slowly rises over the THEIR ROUNDS. BUSINESS MEN ARE WAKING lagoon, the distant lights dance AS THE SUN SLOWLY STARTS LIFE on the waters and through the trees IN THE CITY. FLOWERS THRIVE IN a breeze plays its melancholic THE FLOWER BOXES. SHOPS tune to the steady beat of the crickets' OPEN, AND AS THE SUN RISES, SO DO THE songsg clouds momentarily block the DERELICTS AND DRUNKS TO CLEAR THE STREET FOR moon, the distant mountain stands THE MORNING TRAFFIC. AS THEY DO, ANOTHER alone after catching the last rays DAY BEGINS FOR THOSE TRAPPED of sunlight and the first of IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLES THAT ARE moonlightg all is quiet, everything TAKING FROM US PARADISE. sleeps. All In A Night Margo Fisher The trapeze swings around me I grab it with ease And Ihang from my teeth And I hang from my knees. The crowd roars below me They love me, they shout I came into one role Andnowlgoout... . . . But now I'm a poet And writing of dreams, The world's greatest lover And clear water streams. The pen soon runs dry My time will come near So it's time to move on To another world sphere . . . . . . The space ship lifts off And the buildings get small Off to the sun That big yellow ball. The flames lap the ship A heat crisis arises Up from the ashes With phoenix surprises. Now I fly off To a world beyond Filled with knights in white armor To make memories fond . . . . . . I fight with the dragon The maiden is saved. They declare me a hero Until from the depths of the cave Appears the dragon's big brother And he's mad to the hilt. I tremble, I shake out of fright back I tilt! I turn on heels And I run with my might But now the cliff is upon me It offered no waming Into the jagged rocks Until-awaken it's morning. Brad Tepper HAIKU Japanese Haiku Something you should never do Thoughts are just too few.

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Along the banks of the James River, A willow tree grows wild, A willow that's stood without a quiver, While the wind and grass beguiled. Before the settlers, before the ships, And here before the seas, Into the river it's branches dip, When the land was wild and free. And while in ships from England's shore, Invaded harmlessly, Standing hundreds of years before, Untouched they left that tree. Peacefully standing by the James, Watched the Revolutionary War, Blood and death and hundreds maimed, The river flowed red to the shore. Dusty tracks then were all that was left, By the old, gnarled willow's bark. Mountains to climb and rivers to ford, Diseases and Indian raids, The Old Willow Jenny Boyd But once again we were off to war, The willow rustled in the breeze, Brave soldiers trudged as they had before, To World War I across the seas. After the war, prosperity came, Prohibition and bootlegging too, Then the depression gave Hoover the blame, But the willow prospered and grew. Another World War and Korea too, Up to the moon and back, Modern technology, science that's new, And a bicentennial fad. But life didnit pass by that willow tree, Standing by the James River, From the beginning an emblem of liberty, When the breeze causes the leaves to -5, lc.. ,- xlwp, 1 4' f l quiver. Washington, Jefferson, and Monroe, Stood by that willow tree, Gazing down at the river's flow, 'Neath the emblem of liberty. Gnarled it's branches but strong it's roots, Engraving adorning the bark, Up in the branches a white owl hoots, 'Till another war will start. o 1 ' And then in the year 1861, ,. ' it , Began the war between the states, Rv., I ' HQ A54 The battles raged in the snow and the sun, P-' 'yn Soldiers clad in blue and in gray. 'i -15, - ' . 49 lc :JI-Q., And when Sherman burnt all the cities and towns, F ' 'u Scarring the willow with black, ' ' A ' 0' '2 ,'v'+Q1 :Q Burning the cotton and houses down, L ' 'H' 4 ' fu, Driving the confederates back. , rid ' 1,3555 , 'n ' I A ' -I -e ' .F'f L1 ' But now came the expansion into the West, 'fb Ha . ,J , 3 - Ag' . Covered wagons and horses depart, ' giatmgf-fy-pgwgy G, 5 ' .Xml 'Q' I!! Abandoned wagons, decaying boards, As the willow's memory fades,