Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1971 volume:

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We change its stomach once in a while. It likes us so it oftem smiles. But see an uncropped lawn, it roars And charges at it like a bear. It's all we can do to hold its horns And guide it till the lawn is done. Mary Mazzocco The soft snow landed on the dark rdof as she sat by the window and stared out. The flakes entranced her and, like a magnet, they seemed to beckon to her; The girl made up her mind to go outside even though she knew she would be disobeyihg her overprotective mother. Curiosity had over- come her and she couldn't bear staring at the mysterious flakes without knowing how they ielt to the touch; She walked to the old wooden1door, turned the tarnished brass knob, and stepped out into a whele new World. The Soft flakes landed on her face and Clothes causing her to laugh with delight, She started running around, laughing all the while. She ran around trees and bushes and twirled in circles until sheiwas so-dizzy that it all seemed like a dream to her. Her eyes saw a fluoresCent green sky with flakes falling from it that created a white coat as they covered her old clothes. Turning around, she saw her house shaking, rumbling, and mak- ing weird shapes that formed into laVehder unicornsl They stared straight at her with their dark eyes and she became frightened. She seeked protection behind a tree, but it fell before her and turned intolan alligator with glassy eyes. She turned to run, but found herself face to face with a dragonu Her voice let out a scream and she noticed that the animals just smiledj Their smiles were warm Ghee and she found herself smiling with them. They-all started laughing, including the dragon whOSe flames left his mouth and vanished in mid air. Far off in the distance, the girl thought she heard someone calling her, The gaiety and laughter stopped. The .: calling got louder and louder. The animals and the girl allr it: listened in wonder. The girl turned her head and Saw her 9 TN , y mother standing in the doorway of the small heuse. walking with her head aown, the girl went into the house and Closed the door behind her. Lindsay AnderSOn Ilm a little refrigerator and I'd like to freeze an alligator; Now that I've thought awhile, maybe I should freeze a crocodile. K. Treffinger There once was a young man named Neil Who rode on a Ferris wheel. When half way around He looked at the ground And it cost him a four dollar meal. There once was a man from Hog Who had such a beautiful frog But his frog jumped in To a bottle of gin Now his frog is as dead as a log. Betsy Kirschbaum The Caramel Fudge Joe Osborn The Caramel Fudge I was trapped by a slide of sludge, It came from my sundae. It was caramel fudge. I was in the middle of a big, gooey mess, It would take 50 years to eat my way out, more or less. The fudge grew bigger. I started to sink. It was like a half melted ice skating rink. Oh fudge I cried, It's another slide! The fudge hardened. I'm underground. And in heaven my soul'roams around. Tom Becker There once was a young man from France Who collected a jar of ants. When he was asked why, He gave this reply, To put in my enemy's pants. Lorin Ripley American History Why such a mystery I puzzle the facts Of the Whites and the Blacks. Claire Norman Will we be aliVe? Can we still survive? With the future drawing near, I really believe we have something to fear. With all the pollution in our air, canlt The Gorilla CA Tree Outside My Housel It stood outside my bedroamq Each night I watched it over the rim of the Cover. I made sure it didn't move-Or try t0 eScape. I think I was three on the-Nights of the Gorilla. I was always afraid Of its giant arms and oversized body But most of all it was the millions of fingers, The fingers that dangled and put me in a daze. I thought it would walk the'halls of the hOuSe Takinghmy family in its fingers and arms Then walk the tiny streets of our town, Killing everything until it satisfied itself. When I went.0n six, maybe seven, The gorilla rarely came out. I guess it just slowly died Until I got older! and its soul vaniShed from mine. Lee Jampolsky The Future Somebody-- Somebody care? 'Will we be alive? Can we still survive? As the flowers slowly wilt, We see the skyscrapers being built. The massive trees come crashing down With an awful sickening smashing sound. Now there is nothing left te be, And nothing left to see. Kathleen Daly and Linda Lyddon Strange Shadows Shadows, - Seen with a fOur year old imagination, Haunted me. As I looked from my bedy I could see out the window. Trees held faces of horror, Making Chills run up my spine. At the end of my bed, A lamp cast a strange shadow onithe wall. It was a Vicious Wolf With saliva dripping From his mouth. I could sense the wolf scheming And thought he would pounce At any moment. I clutched my pillow with fright And let out a terrified scream. My parents awoke And tUrned the vicious wolf Back into a harmless lamp. I was saved! Eric Raney Is it darkness and loss of mind? Or is it heavenly and divine? Is it an insipid fiery hell, A place where evil demons dwell? Is it a transmigration of the soul? How does it feel to die? Does it happen fast or slow? I don't think anyone can know until it happens; Then there you are Dying Close or sometimes far. Do you go to heaven or hell? Hear the ring of a bell? HOW does it feel to die? Amy Richwagen Or is it existence without a goal? But now I ask you, What is death? Kirk Martini . a l ssssss aaaaa BW UTH 1. . ....... s wwwww v. C; 1. GA l. a: .- $$ag$$. n w, E El am W T TEACM FIELD G M1 chem um cauthr Mpm's in wax ma . R gri'sk am; W W Dw'tognk WW1 The Reunion Have yOu ever been in the middle of it.all? It's like banging your head against a wall. People all talking so jumbled and loudh My head is whirling. Oh, what a crowd! Grandma is griping of old aches and pains, While Auhtie is bragging of old beans an$ flames. Daddy sits moaning about his bad job. The pay is so lousy, His boss is a slob. The baby is crying. He wet in his pants. The cake on the table is covered with ants. The food is all gone and twilight is near. The jokes have gone stale and so has the beer. Grandma's still knitting. The kids are all splitting, Kisses are near--that's the one thing-they fear. Kim Whybrew The Works of Man The works of man go rolling on Without a purpose. At seven-thirty breakfast is served, pancakes and orange juicet At eight-fifteen the garageroo 5 open and nothing happens, For the race of man no longer exists. The works of man go rollinglon without alpurpQSe, The robots go out and buy the groceries fOr an empty house. The food is served. It sits and then is Cleared away, For the raCe of man-no longer exists. The works of man go rolling on without a purpose. At nine o'clock the automated schoolroom starts and it is empty, TA dead, mechanized bird cage, without a bird, ,For the race of man no longer exists. The works of man go rolling on without a purpose For man has gone on and left a coffin of steel behind, Encasing the earth and nothing lives on this world, For the raCe of.man no longer exists. The works of man go rolling along without a purpose. Grass is growing up throughicracks in the street. There is the soUnd of buzzing insects filling the air, For nature is reclaiming the wasted earth. Tom Becker vigorously the many branches swing in the violently blowing wind. The Weeping Willow tree almost as huge as a mOuntain lets its many arms fly freely. As its many long thin arms fly, they look as if they are setting out to strangle anything in sight, This wildly swinging tree is surrounded by a wooden fence and a small house. And even with the surroundment of a fence and a house, this piece of nature is able to freely fly. Tanya Ansari The waves in the midnight Ocean are in splashing motion. The air is cold and dry as i watch the frightened gulls fly by. Leslie Marlowe You're under pressure and are being timed. You become hot and nervous and you feel shakey. You hear people breath- ing. Your hand is sweating. The teaCher is silent. The room is quiet and peaceful, but you're hot. You feel like smashing the wall of silence, to yell out and be free of the heavy Chains of pressure. You can't work, You day dream of swimming Or playing. Your eyes are glued to the clock. Ten minutes and yOu've done nothing. You-cuss silently to your? self. You've got to do something. You canit just sit there and stare into nothing. The clock seems to smile, just know: ing you won't have time to finishu You Concentrate, but in vain. You notice the teacher staring at you and you pretend to jot something down. Three-more minutes. No! You've got tO'dO something. Your hand tenses until, in a burst of anger, you hear a loud snapl Your pencil just broke. You swear hard to yourself; Then the final hideous word comes. Like blaok death, the teacher laughs to himSelf and sharply cackles TIME! James Long A Flaw In a Glass Diamond The dew was in sparkling dropletsi covering the arms and hands and'spindly fingers of the trees of the forest, The flowers that grew in huge colonies were fresh and beautiful from the long midnight drink. The sun highlight-. ed the tall grass. There was no breeze, but all was not stilli Reflections of dew bounced joyfully and the pond that was small but clear, rippled ever so gently as a dragon-fly flitted for a sip- Mother Nature threw the world into reflection for-me. There was a pale blue sky and it was dawn after the first spring rain when a colorful rainbow smilediat me. Everything was So perfectly beautiful- And I lit my cigarette. 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The caged up cubs cried with fear To see their father whipped. And the tiger on the other side Was next on the tamer's list. The tiger did not like this For the lion was his friend And the tiger was close enough To rip the tamer's shirt. He extended his paw to the back Of his shirt and tore the back part down. The tamer turned and whipped him And made the tiger frown. The tamer grabbed a chair And hit the lion on the head. The lion lay there still And the people applauded. Janet Abrahamson Old rock on the mountain top Wind Comes round to smooth it off. Rock and bone It stands alone. I come with my heart turned cold Stand on rock that is so old. Rock and bone I stand alone. Dog comes with its head hung low Having nowhere else to go. Rock and bone We stand alone. Mary Mazzocco 15 i . 162.2 a . .' - .. ?QQQWW 60g 5M? Pickle Pickle 11m just like a cucumber Sometimes I'm fickle, Just like the cucumber, I am a pickle. IJm green and I'm warty With a long winding vine, I'm salted and vinegared To become simply divine! Beth Powell There once was a young man named Paul Who planted a bomb in the hall But the bomb prematurely Went off very early ' ,And spread him all OVer the wall. Mary Mazzocco There was an old lady from Crete Who had fifty warts on her feet. When she knocked them together She foretold the weather, That lumpy old lady from Crete. John Hess The purple pumpkin won the prize, which made the others look They They They Why They they How How, and despise; hated his whisper. reSented his grin. questioned the judges, did he Win? asked of his owner, dreaded-that spy, did he dO'it? how, and why? Could it be food.coloring? or some sort of ink? How did they make the pdmpkin purple and pink? Molly Cross