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

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,U i I I . . . ' . 1 .3 I ' i'f..5 '-tar' .v,.5r.? .-.1 5 -.., .vga X- . r -' rg '.':- fi ' ti .ryiet 1 , 1. I. xl A -' , .. 1. ., . . .i- -.-'.-In .. . Nt, -7 - Bl if-'Ps -N., , ..-- :.-5 ri .-.yur --- 'J vw '.. ' Z'I 'T-'7. .' .-..1'..:.-.-w-. '-1. ,-.-:-.-N-Lin 'mx- , I J N. Sideris Within the lire's roaring blaze, I see the passing of many days. Golden were those days of yore, And that is what the fire bore. The wood once firm is now but dust. The coals below have turned to rust. Oh, how those days of yore do shine, Brighter and brighter with passing of time. I Erica Greenberg Yesterday it was supposed to rain, the weatherman had ordered it and like the fool I am, I didn't expect it. everything came crashing in down around me, f and the rains started and it turned to hail and left little red marks wherever the pellets hit my body. And I, like the fool I am, stood out in the freezing cold rain and let the drops absorb into my brain, and embraced the rain, tried to catch the very element that was succeeding in destroying my senses, and leaving in me nothing but a void, and I, like the fool I am, staunchly refused to acknowledge the seemingly obvious fact of my ruinization. 44 Speedy Joe J Speedy Joe was small, about 5'1l , and oey Hins they said that he was a kinda blacky with a little yella in 'im . But then, he was black but I don't know about the yellow. He played football like you've never seen. He was so fast that the quarterback would call the signals and Speedy would get the ball from the center before the quarterback could touch it. When Joe was born he had two older brothers who were in junior high school. The oldest, Anthony Brown, was a great basketball player who later went to U.C.L.A. Paul Brown, Anthony's younger brother was a great baseball player. He later went bn to lead the Oakland A's to the World Series. It seemed that Joe would have played football or become another Anthony or Paul. When Joe was four he gdt his first football. His father said, He would go out front, run over a coupla' trees, race a car up the street and flip the light switch in his room and hit the bjed before the switch clicked, to see if he still had it in 'im . When Joe was eight, he went out with his ad so he could teach him how to tackle, but instead ,oe ended up breaking his dad's leg. It seemed Joe alre dy knew how to tackle, he just didn't know he knfw. When Joe was sixteen, he played high school fooltball. His coach said, That little guy can do nothing wrong. He's great, you know, he's great! Spe Brownls name was known by every pro edy Joe scout in America and by just everybody in America.jHe made inter-scholastic superstar in high school and the school, to honor him, made a statue in his name. He got a scholarship to U.S.C. There he ran for tive thousand yards and won the Heisman Trophy four years straight. That's where he got thenami Speedy. Usually he ran around 'em but sometimes run over 'em, and thatls where practicing over trees came in handy. He was too sm e would running all to be named Tank, so they named him Speedy. He was drafted by Oakland and lived with his brother Paul. In the pro's, Joe would run a one. second hundred yard dash. Joe led the Oakland Raiders to ve super bowls and led them to the playoffs ten straig t times. It was said that Joe was running a kickoff back and was going too fast and propelled himself in mid air and was never seen again. My Mountain 1 Joanne Murphy My friend and I, we climed by mountain, And we did it with not a doubting. We almost got up to the top, until my friend began to drop, Here , I said, grab this map! We got her up safe and sound, Then we found we never left the ground!

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Benny Gumbates David Delmar Benny Gumbates, the fisherman, was truly a man of great strength and stature. The Atlantic Ocean was his fishing hole and his swimming pool. Occasionally, he would step over to the Great Lakes for a footbath. He started each day by swimming a few laps across the Atlantic. Just for recreation, he would rope a couple of whales, place a foot on each whale's back, and have an exciting chariot ride across the deep blue sea. He had caught and conquered many demons in the dark waters off the coast: squid, octopus, and ser- pents. The real challenge came when he ran into the great white shark Jowls.', Jowls had just attacked the steamship, Queen Mary, and was viciously ramming her bow with his snout. Stop that , roared Benny, in a voice that could be heard in Cleveland, Ohio. Make me, snarled the irate shark, as he made a giant tidal wave with his tail. Benny ignored the rushing water, and carefully picked up the steamship, and placed it in a safe part of the ocean. All the passengers cheered as Benny plucked Jow1s teeth from his enormous ugly mouth. That was the end of Jowls terrorizing the Atlantic for awhile. He flapped his tail one last ripple and swam to the floor of the ocean to grow a new set of teeth. My Brag Elayne Kriss My name is Ezekiel Clampet, Zeke for short. In the Kentucky wilderness where I live there are so many gol durn turkeys that there's not enough room for all of them to fly at once. Ican shoot all of their feathers clean off and shoot them back on again, I can. I can wrestle at least ten alligators at a time, mebbe twenty. After that, am I tired? No siree! When I'm done with them there 'gators, I run thirty miles to my cabin so fast I git there an hour before I started. Porcupine wrestling is my favorite. Why, I can wrestle with that old porcupine for hours on end and never get stuck with a quill. Q But jumpin' is the thing I do best. I reckon there ain't nobody in Greenmeadow County what can out- jump me. I can jump from one end of the county clear to th'other side. Yes siree, I reckon I can out- jump, outrun, outshoot, and outwrestle anybody in the whole of Greenmeadow County, Larkspur Coun- ty, Juniper County and any other durn place in this here world! THE WORLD OF THE KING Nicole Jean Sideris A long time ago, Lived a King in a castle. Rich and handsome Was he. A life any fuller No one could find, Not even across The wide sea. One day the enemy came to the gates And took all the people away But inside the castle, Which stored no hassle, The King decided to stay. All alone was he, For the servants had left, And the joker was gone, too Among his great wealth And much pampered health, The King was very blue. Oh, The wardrobe was fine, And the food was superb, And the cupboard was certainly not bare But, Woe, Thought the King, What good are these things If there's no one with whom To Share? 33

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No Title Erica Greenberg it's one of those timeless places, where very day seems a Friday, in a world of Mondays. a month of Sundays, when the rent's due on the first. drifting off into nowhere, looking for never-never land. slowly heading for the gnashing rocks, ready to grind any being into oblivion. fog settles on the field and envelops my body, lava flows out of the cracks in the ground, filling the imperfections in my brain. my soul lifts away from the frostbitten fingers. the deadened newes the music and the words are a single being, and yet separate unions joined by a single action. a song they are not, for they require tending Peter Pan comes and finds' me, far off in nowhere. the fog lifts and Tinkerbell brings the rocks closer to me. our union is broken by a single action. The Fish Diane Feifarek The fish swiggles and swims around the tanks He explores the little ship that sank. It swims in and out of colored shells, He feels like he's in the jail's cells. His feeding time is almost here. He swims through the tanks without any fear He breathes by gills, swims by fins And doesn't ever worry about his sins. The fish is colorful and cute, He wears the prettiest little birthday suit. His eyes they glow against the light, The water temperature is just right. The pump bubbles out air The filter cleans the tank with care The coral's for the fish to hide, The current's for the fish to ride. 1 X A lig IM!! W , A f 1 l nn df .IW X The Sea Kris Zimmerman The sea is a beautiful place, For a person to spend the day! It's filled with hundreds of mysteries, Like the hundreds of drops in sea spray The first thing you observe, When you come to the shore Is the seas an' the sands' wet horiz'n. Then in frozen delight, you gaze toward the sky, And see snowy white sea gulls a flyin'! If you sit for a while, on a rock by the sea, You'1l hear all the tones of the waves. Sometimes they come crashing with thunderous roars, While they dig all the poor fishes' graves. Poems by Margo Berg Teachers Teachers are funny Sometimes sweet as honey Teachers never make mistakes and never give us any breaks. People People make the world seem nicer People make the world seem brighter If people weren't around You would never ever hear a sound. 45 If 1 f X i