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

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COUGAR TALES COUGAR YEARBOOK STAFF Marcia Spitalney Kenny Goodman Jamie Ellis Karen Luberski Kendall Butts Roger Hecht Photographer Laurie Muney Hilary Einhorn Eileen Kao Debbie Cohen Michelle Cohen Elayne Kriss Alice Toh Sue Oneson Mark Miller Steve Hazan Danny Mockabee Janet Cohen Donna Cleary Kim King Anna Blitzstein Lois Yurow Jackie Crocetta Artist Zulie Zeidner Artist Lisa Johnson Eric Tublin Ellen Urban Phyllis Ansher Shirley Weir Lauren Sokolski Shirley Win Alicia Berman Kathy Shroeder John Elliot Pam Carroll

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Pr plD DWtt dC1 lEBooke L C1 lL dF ltyM bers A Visit To Colonel E. Brooke Lee Farm R t pAndy.

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Springtime by Stephanie Kirkby The daffodils are blooming And all the skies are clear. All the roses are raving red Because there's nothing to fear. All the trees are turning green And all the calves are steers. All the birds are coming back And all the fawns are deers. All the pears are turning gold And all polywogs are frogs. All the bees are making wax And all the pups are dogs. The daffodils are blooming And all the skies are clear. All the roses are raving red Because you are so dear. Wx ,W g , WW g On Friendship and Love by Stephanie Kirkby lj The joy of our friendship will bring us together, with warm loving hands, and sweet red rose petals. 21 And when we shall meet our minds they do keep, We'll remember the showers, That brought us the flowers, Of love and sweet flowers. 35 The flowers will bloom, And flow out our love, And bring us a melody of sweet bells of love, Of love and sweet flowers. New York 1 by Sue Oneson The day was cloudy and hazy, as ml st days were in New York because of the layer of smog that hovered over the city. John, pulling solemnly on a Marlboro, trudged down the filthy street littered with cigareite butts and candy wrappers. His Chucks made squishy spunds as he splashed in the muddy water along the curb. People pushed by, fat women pulling squalling kids, men in trench coats, old ladies clutching their shopping bags, busily running home, to the office, to the store . . . , An occasional drunk was stretched out in an alley, surrounded by garbage and rats, gripping a paper bag. John made his way down 14th. The gang was probably waiting for him. A skirt on the opposite side f the street attracted his attention, and John whistled appre riatively. It's funnyf' he thought to himself, how much I've grown to like it here. John remembered when he lived in Arizona. He went to school, didn't snioke, he was studying to be a doctor. Then his dad lost his job, and they moved out here two years ago. At first he wasi frightened. It was so big, and noisy, and dirty. But then he inet Billy, a dropout. They became good friends. John got used to the noise, and the people. He started to dress differiently, began staying out late, and skipping school. He gotl into fights with his parents, arguing over his education, his friends, his future. But then his father died, and the arguing stopped. His mother didn't seem to care anymore, but John didn't mind. It made things easier. The people on the south side had a better philosophy about life, he told himself. They ex- plained it to him, and he dug it. It was right. . John stopped to spit into the sewer and adjust his dark glasses. He watched a pickpocket thro lvv himself into a man and professionally extract his wallet, John laughed care- lessly and walked on. Life was so co back in Arizona. . . John threw down his cigarette an nfined and sheltered stubbed it out with 4 his toe. He looked up the street for Billy. He was supposed to meet him here. Billy stepped out into the street a block up and nodded to John. John nodde obediently. A light rain began to fall d back and followed as John disappeared after Billy into the alley. r Past Year by Laurie Muney l The year flew by 9 Like Pagasus on the wing tip All the good times we had Disappeared like the magiciiarfs rabbit. I I l l !