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

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1972 volume:

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IIII- hear .the tenth message about Lipton tea. Ill mm Y , ' '. ' 9 V V , I V. t 1. John Gaskin E? ' T11 ' Night before last, when I was in bed, I dreamed about what it would be like to be a weed. It seemed like a pretty good dream because weeds never seem to have a care in the world. All yesterday, I was thinking how great being a weed would be. I could sway freely, back and forth in the wind. I could absorb all the rain and sunshine., The thought of reigning over all the smaller weeds and plants is really kind of exciting. But last night, my bubble was burst. I had a nightmare about being a weed. There's always that constant worry of being picked by some little old lady who thinks you're fbeautiful, or being hacked down by some gardener, whose job it is to get rid of you and Cousin Harry and Franky and Aunt P Martha... Then there's always the chance that some bratty little kid Cthere's one in every his grubby little fingers .peel off all your seeds. Well, that dream was You know, I was just to be a butterfly? crowd! will come along and run up your freshly washed stalk and fun while it lasted. thinking...What would it be like Anne Derryberry f . I know a little corner shop where umbrellas grow on bristle. You can buy summer inia box for a quarter, scarcely shorter than the genuine. And if you move on to the next counter, you can buy three empty months to spendiit in. The clerk will try to sell you kaleidoscopes in greenflime, but he'll tell you his specialty is cranberry kites. He gives them away cheap, by the dozens in the gusty menths, in seven shades of cranberry, and eleven shapes to match and back. Ask anyone! There's magic in those crimson sails. And when you I P?UHQE'wild-eyed and panting over the grassy slopes, the -'yallb wind whipping your face to a blush, and that cranberry ' 5311-tugging at the sun impatiently, dragging you from hill can to hill... .,f.'11., r' . Well...childhood is possible. 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G A billowy leaf descends to cover me. ,KXIAN r And solitude overcomes me. 1 'T Richelle Russel my osiilgb rg i '53 7 4: Ji A ii Gm . fXASSk?x kr ' T V There-once was a man named Fagen Who drove and crashed his Volkswagon. G' 421 The other said, HI'm sorry.u T 4:5 And drove off in his Ferrari my . xx With a beautiful girl named Magen. y T NQX I . ,.K Tim Slottow i T T George Anders MacPhee felt greata He danced around the room, guzzled champagne, and toasted himself to the world. nEureka!N he yelledf UI've found itln George Anders MacPhee had just made a time machine from his transistor radio. ult works! Yippeei Eurekalu The littlefold lady who lived next door phoned the police, They came to his apartment with a strait jacket. WTake me to the presidentfn he yelled. HI have a discovery of immediate importance to the nationln The Cops wouldn't let go. At twelve o'clock noon, in a padded cell in the city jail, tied securely in a strait jacket and under constant closed-circuit TV supervision, George Anders MacPhee, occupationlhandy'man, vanishedw Tom Becker HQ , 1 -ml' P aj' I V -88.411 ,1 .- ' V-4 . ., , .' Q -sv- Lf v N If .qw I , . ' ' ,K -- fitgulu .v'. w 4 1147! A Q ' . PIER , f 3 .- f f M1-Y Q J ji X .. A K :GU . ...KV .5 'ai fi Q: ' ,L ' fn -1 3- Y f V I. . '- .A ' -51 ' ,f.'Tux.v' A, T - 5' f 1. - -' ' 1 -A . V- fl' ffm J- : V A y V A V W au- . A 1 . Jn: Y ,I wi Jr' . J' --1 'Tl ,-J r. NFA: 'o?1 ' .,:'N x '-2:1 -H , fu ll izffi- . 1 -. I 'U , ' ' 7 u . U , Z Q? 2 F .If A , , g 51 , . . H? n ZNQHQS ' - I '09, pq 0 1 i , S ' 1 ' Z-' 'J . 0 , P V . f 1 1 if - Below the wooden castle of desolate rooms lies a man. Upon the beach he lies silently. Slowly he lifts his head. His eyes are redlfrom the salt of the sea, His hair is entwined with seaweed. His face is scarred and beaten. Crawling forward'he collapses, thefwater dripping from his tattered clothes upon the boardwalk on whichfhe lies. Morning arrives. The shipwrecked body of the man lies as before, exhausted but alive. He rises towhis knees and views his surroundings. 'Being a simple man and a poet at heart, he calls out weakly to the seagulls above. An old forgotten village, nameless, faceless, alone. He turns tolthe houses that stand bleakly isolated. 'HG speaks again facing the towering shambles that stand on the rocky cliffs. A The dark windows stare forlornly out to sea. The cold -wind blows, swinging creaking doors back and forth. Dark foreboding clouds roll slowly toward the tumble-down shacks. .A disturbed and angry sea splashes against ageless guardians rof rock, which form a sheltered cove. A He crawls upon the boardwalk, seating himself down in a protective niche, contemplating the water then murmuring this last words. The water washes around its crumbling mmorings, rocking the barnacledlboats gently. Rain falls lightly on sheet metal roofing. A d I n He falls asleep, the sea.whispering across the beach, the foam marking high tide.. Steve Pri ce I-1 .Q V or ,gl A f - 'EI 1, -7 . F l J m s Xjkib , s at 1 n I. Xie: WIGNUYKK wrv ' Basketbarlsl ' I Fast moving. . l Trp off s 'dy Catch it, Run- w Dribbling rhythm pounding on the floor. '- rl p Shoots. A A , V Up in the airy. Down court. - z s UP it goes... Qing Good. Ricky Gillin Siren g Spent he lay in the QOl5QD sandf Before,,, 1 . Held in the Hands'of the DQEP Dark DeepS flowing as one, with the sea hegran through the waves bu :on a Chip of balsarwood- g until he could no mares Then he lay in the-goldenrsand soaking up Strength From the Earth V until he was full picked upvhis Surfboard .and WEnth0Ht I on a sea I offgilded IRQN. Tom Becker V AMonstrous walls of water. Surging, foamihgg Speokled rwith seaweed, gThe surferVs eyes bemome large and unsteady as he stares in disbelief. dHis-stroke slows downj.he stops to reconsider, Neptune's rage pounds the'sanda Too late--the first mountain of blue and green-draws near. 'The'kelp rope I floats inpthe-semi-clear wall of-water like the sea godds-veins He rides ever the wave, Power tugs at his dangling feet, He feels alane and helpless. Small'Qhd unimportant, rSuddenly, again the sedond one-risesi He1qmickens his paeef his board slicing the Cool waters. Agaih it surges past Him, With splendid strength it breaks beyonda rHe.g1ances about the foreiqU Wilderness and wonders what he's doing out there. Steve Price Ii wujhfzhifg, ani info W mt aafpanso iffmmzs Eunfcazkwag, 1 if SM am agricfjmusa cuwfnvifiirg more. ,ye APR' 5CZLT1745gWWbfL5imv mafr-'fafs W ' wi i'Im1rf Tie vastniiwfiagiifcghmzdfijzzifmwawq, It was immansa Jiknw. 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You'd better hide or start to run. They come in from recess all wet and muddy. Have you ever seen them? They look quite funny. They look like the creatures from the black lagoon Or some weird monster you'd find on the moon. Their eyeballs pop from within black gook. And when the teacher says, To the office- ' They yell, uwhat a rookln Molly Anker c AJ 4 435325, vvv 517 ' ff?79r sq ,ANN Q9 me 0 M'2f+! '.'1'A 4 o How I hated walking home at night. :'K,g 'N ,,' ' M The full winter moon gave such a fright! The misty light--that elusive glow Formed eerie patterns on the glistening snow Wolves, bears, and ghostly shapes, Vampires clad in blood-lined capes, lTo life they came when I walked alone, The piercing cry, the deathlike moan. My fears projected from my mind, So horribly real--so truly unkind. 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Crcroffm TEL say 612405453 'Wikllyarsfofiie K ifcwEiz CarYer gan 10 1 ,X Joinii cfozwlg vnorrzfvg 5zmJf11s5ed' 'Nl' Swwzk comeaimfw evmivg ' Cofons arise f ' WWW? , , Jbwf avefyfkzgq enyvius wb Pr jlrwijbmhamm The city is full of smog and crowds The air Of nature is pure with clouds People people all around A graceful fawn makes no sound A world of traffic, buildings and noise - .Natural silence the heart enjoys Man lS pretending these cities are progress But his way of life has made nature less Nature's whisper is hard to hear Without man's shouting it is clear The Told of And how Alas it He sits Dane Goheen Super Human Being The great famous politician, Kind, noble, reliable, and just, the great things he would do much they were a must. seems he finally won. surrounded by mistakes. escalating taxes Climb, people find his promises fake. he stopped all of the bombing? he halted the nagging war? e What he's done is not too calming, , The i The ap' Has . Has If LII! Mwwb The Storm They advanced in billows of swirling fury, Proceeding like an army of fearful warriors, Masking the sun's brilliance with a veil of grey Covering the light with enveloping blankets When-- With a sudden break-- A crack split the sky, Flooding the earth with its merciless torrents, 'Leaving the inhabitants of the defenseless earth To cower in their meager shelters. Harriot Manley That super star we all adore! Richelle Russel 12 00' 2 f0oi13gfggZ.S .16?205Z,Mdd2'f6W67f J' 111 e7Z'oufeV5 wiffuicbfofis of Cove ' ajvtpeof Cake a. Mez+'60f1fL 0f01f6 iffy? M to Jingfw 'Dreams Jiang c5605 gi? affeccms Jw fGJQB1fhO5C afreanf1.6 weZ'vafk 314 Mme Jfffwre J touch Cofora in Mwzfartfzg Tie ormgoswwf gawsky oaf mountain Tumzzgfrzfwzgit. Jfie fooks afwfm .Shaw ver Jsrcwf. IOM gasgm Cf1ri5 CoCe5+ 8 As I sat on the grass I began to float. I floated on a multicolored prism cloud. I felt light, as if I weighed nothing at all. My prism cloud took me past a sea of bright feathers. They waved to me. All ofla sudden my prism cloud turned into an eggplant which took me down a strange road made of red soap bubbles. A goddess rode by-on a beautiful crimson unicorn whose golden horn sparkled in the sunlight. Trinkets hung from his silver saddle. As for the goddess, she wore a flaming red gown. Fire danced all about her. I heard the hooves of the unicorn pound against the red bubbles. It reminded me of thunder. Just then I saw a grasshopper taxi. It waslpicking up two Tasmanian wolves on their way to a picnic of caribou. My eggplant turned off the red soap bubble road onto a spiderweb bridge. I had to pay a toll of three bugs or the spider would eat me. I' As we crossed the bridge my eggplant turned into a catfish. He took me underwater. As I went lower I saw a castle made of white coral. My catfish disappeared. Four dolphins came over to me and told me to get on their backs. Each wore a halter made of seaweed. Gliding swiftly through the coral castle and down a long hall, they finally left me in a huge sea shell room. It was a magnificent sight. The room was filled with goldfish standing on their tails. iThey dressed me in a beautiful cloak and told me to ride in the golden rickshaw that was pulled by three chestnut ponies. 'They would take me to King Neptune. There he sat, playing an organ. He wore a crown made of Mother gf Pearl and a cape of woven green seaweed Shells were entwined within the stichings. Mermaids with tails of green came toward me carrying a wreath of flowers. One mermaid slipped it around my head. I felt so beautiful. The king told me an ancient sea turtle would show me the way home. We went past five devils. Each was roasting marsh- mallows and cauliflower on his tail. Next to them were strawberry alligators having a race on stilts. They were having a party. Let me tell you who was there. First there was a hippopotamus with a handlebar moustache He was playing his favorite song, HThe Nutcracker Suiteu. To his left was an electric blue panther eating diamond dust. A camel was washing a sea serpentfs back in a pool of fire. The turtle told me to follow the rainbow to the sky where mankind was waiting.,.for me. Susie Morse V v 94 1 2 In .F 40D1IwLlL 8, X i 1-T-5--1 1 ! J 'fTl'M'5 ,Aal- f oo I H . f- R-,- We-