Manzano High School - Scepter Yearbook (Albuquerque, NM)

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Castles In the Sand Fallen Emprres can feel no empathy The golden castles have turned to dust And long abandoned cars have turned to rust The frozen faces paint the tragedy Of srlent screams and helpless agony The dreams they had ofa world good and just Destroyed by those who have betrayed lrfe s trust All that has loved slnks Into apathy But there beside a sparkling turquoise sea An endless stretch of trees and sandy beach And a long forgotten chrld slts alone Slowly making a sand castle or three There s sun and sky as far as he can reach And he s building an empire of hrs own Ann Scherbner 'YS' f?f Tw R Soft feathers of snow Gently reach out for the ground Quench the thrrsty earth Valerle Whrte Look beneath the faults of my character fragile glance beneath my smrle Karen Trlley I crawled rnsrde a daydream and relrshed a but of my hurried youth Bettrna Manz Phaethon 66 Enveloped ln the musty fog of your stormrng hatred I too walked the parrallel lrnes of prejudice Karen Talley TIFIIIE SCIFIQILAIRSIFIIIP The pungent smell of poverty that soiled draper boiled cabbage frying fat smell pervaded the alr and as sarled Marcys sensrtrve nostrils as she came Into the squalid room Pauslng at the door gazrng at the cheap furmture and grrmy floor she wrstfully envrsroned com Ing home to a luxurrous and servant frlled house Reluctantly shaklng the thought from her mlnd the way a fat woman on a dret refuses a hot fudge sundae she attacked the pale of laundry resembling Moham med s legendary mountarn and began to rron Her whole lrfe she thought brtterly had been exactly like the sorled and torn lrnoleum floor dark drab and dreary wrth no polrshed smoothness or brrght patches The drudgery and routine of her everyday lrfe cooking cleanlng washmg mendrng mrndlng her lrttle brothers on top of school and homework was makrng rt harder and harder for Marcy to face each day wrth zest and energy The only thing that kept her going was the thought of the scholar shrp Her thoughts drifted back to that wonderful day last year when her counselor Mrs Hrnes had called her In to the offrce and Informed her that rf she remained at the top of her class untll she graduated she would recelve a full four year college scholarshrp And here rt was mud january with only four months to go Four short months and she would leave her flea brtten mrsery behind and go off Into the world Shaken out of her reverre by the gratlng sound of a key rn the lock she looked up In wrde eyed surprise as her mother her young old face haggard came rn Mom? Why are you home from work so early? Her mother crumpled onto a drngy charr lrke a lrmp rag doll and quletly sand Marcy I Dr Fowler found a malignant tumor rn my breast I m gomg to have to qurt work and go to the hospital Oh honey I m afraid you re gorng to have to qurt school and get a job Torrents of anger mrsery desparr rebellron whrrled around rn the black cesspool of Marcy s mrnd She want ed to scream to cry to frght to drown herself rn the bloody ocean of her sorrow Instead she replied Yes Mom I ll go apply tomorrow Leslre McCarthy . , . I . r . , . , . I 1 I.- r , . . . . 1 . . . I , - . , . . . . - 1 I - Y 1 I ,rf . . , . . rx WI . . . . . 1 I N 1 I 1 4' '- , f . . . . . ' ' .------x-ffl EAA QQ R I , I 1 1 - 1 ' 1 1 ' - 1 ' . , D I - 1 ' 1 - n rf ' - ' ll , , ......... . . . , . . . . . D I . , - 1 1 . . . ,, ' - 1 1 1 f . , . ' 1 1 1 . , ....... ll 1 ll . , , . .. . .

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Warmed by the heat of a thousand trash fires, The poor man's camp is a puzzling sight, Filled with castaways-whom no one admires. Whispers and wishes rise into the night, Homeless and helpless these victims of fate Dream of white mountains, and dreams of escape. IKneel on humanities' doorstep and waiti. And dream of white lace, and night's dreary drape. Lifetimes filled with human destitution, Unwritten tales of human transgressions, Generations with no real solution only sad unanswerable questions. For even the greatest mountain of white is lost in the mist, and gloom of the night. ...Dennis Graham de? Momie! A young child, his hair tossled like it had been combed with an electric blender stood, apparently in ex- cruciating discomfort, in the middle of a very busy kit- chen, faintly resembling the lobby of Kennedy Interna- tional Airport. MOMIE! His little voice shrieked with admonition. His face seemed to be turning a faint shade of avocado, as he gripped a naval orange so tightly he was making instant fruit juice. A woman, in her thirties, busi- ed herself with a child in his high chair, trying desperate- ly to get the little angel to finish his banana meal, Ger- ber's style, but with no avail. Every time one spoonful went in, a mouthful went out, all over the wall. Actually, the kid had definite possibilities as an abstract artist. His little collage was looking suspiciously like a great work of art. MOMIE! The little boy was now folded up on the indoor-outdoor carpet, writhing like a rattlesnake in hot Crisco. What is it! The mother was now scraping off little Salvador DaIi's latest endeavor with a spatula, as she turned to see her persecuted protege. Persecuted by a natural phenomenon, too much Hi C the night before. Momie, I gotta go to the BATHROGMV' His face tensed up like an electric eggplant. Well, why don't you go? She paid little attention, for she was attempting to pres- ently save an innocent kitten from her smallest child's even now Herculean grasp. The kitten was past pain, as agony set in. He was dangling little puss-n-boots by her tail, like a pendulum suspended above a pit. The reason I can't is because Suzie has locked the door and isn't let- ting anybody in! johnny's abdomen has swollen to the size of a nine-month along woman carrying twins. Why won't she let anybody in for heavens sake? The cat, being previously parolled from Atlas lunior's hand, numbly walked away from the scene, with a rather glazed look covering her grayened eyes. The cat guessed this day was not going to be one of her better days. She says she's protesting President Ford's stand on conditional annesty and is taking up a silent vigil on the commode. Well, for goodness sakes tell her to get out of there, tell herl told her to get out. Okay. johnny raced off like a streak of greased lightning, little wonder why. Now, com'on honey, let's burp little Bo-Bo. Little Bo-Bo was slung over mama's shoulder like a knapsack as a burp, sounding like a clap of thunder, echoed out from the gargantuous lungs of this pee-wee. Little Mr. Firefly re- turned to announce the detente of his visit with sister Su- zie. HMOMIE! She refused to come out, saying she would rather fast for eight years in a Monastery than give up her stand. MOMIEI l'M GETTIN' DESPERATEIH Okay, l'II go talk to her. Dance around a little, it helps. And as moth- er diligently headed for the bathroom, johnny danced like an Indian, hoping for rain. Somehow, they seemed similar. Now, Suzie, come on out. Your brother has to use the bathroom, NOW. Now, unlock the door, okay? I refuse to come out on the grounds that I would be compromising my conscience. Listen, I'm a women of twelve. I think it's about time I stand for a cause I believe in She remained unmoved. Suzie, I have a little cause I'm going to stand up for too, if you don't come out of there this instant. Oh yeah, what is it, Mom? Well, Suzie, you may have not heard of it before, but it's called a belt. The door unlocked surprisingly quick as the self- appointed monk headed out, and Sitting Bull dashed in- to safety, safety from bursting. And as the toddler crawled from his high chair on to the kitchen table to pour ket- chup on his mother's geraniums and as the cat meowed pitifully under the color T.V., the woman smiled as her thoughts mildly floated to menopause ....... ...james Rudolph

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Typical Sunday Afternoon Game james lazily sits down in front of the 25-inch diagonal- ly measured Magnavox color television set. His small blue eyes twinkle into his beer. As the announcer comes on, james sits his overweight posterior end not two inch- es from the boob tube. Ready for the kill, his under-de- veloped mind fades into the set as the announcer says: Ladies and gentlemen, Kate Smooch will now sing our national anthem. Will everyone please stand? james sits up and sourly pours out, Ooh say can yoo seee. The players fall out on the field in matching T- shirts. The shirts are all too big for the players, so they have padded them to make them seem better fitting. Growling, they face their life-or-death competitors, the Redskins. Come on 'Too Tall', he screams at the picture. Show 'em who's boss. He sits down as the players line up to kick the little brown piece of leather into the faces of the other play- ers, but alas, it goes over their heads, right off the little green patch of grass with stripes on it, past the poles shaped like an H, and into the area where C-O-W- B-O-Y-S is lettered on the grass. lust as , it hits the ground, an over-padded fink grabs it and falls on it, mashing it into the ground, and poof! The ball is auto- matically carried out twenty yards by a little dwarf in a black-and white-striped shirt, while all the players run af- ter him. They all line up again, some standing, some touching their toes. No one seems to be paying any at- tention tothe ball, they're all bent on killing each other. The dwarf runs around throwing little red and yellow flags at the ogres' feet and waving his arms. All this time, james and all the little ants in the stands are trying des- perately to figure out what time it is, because the clock on the field keeps running backwards. There are two dif- ferent temperatures, each changing as one group of slobs runs over the others' out-of-bounds line. Finally, the players run off the field as hundreds of young virgins in white hotpants, obviously the prize, strut onto the field. They are doing some sort of mystical spell dance, for james sits enthralled at the very sight of them. Final- ly, they retreat to the edges as the huge men start to run after them. After more running around every which way, the little man in the black and white shirt gets mad and shoots off a gun, but he misses everyone to his obvious disappointment. The fans scream and leave in a fury. The men in their haste, run in different directions to the nearest exit, slapping each other to the point of falling over. See you all next week, the announcer announces. james shuts off the set, sits down in the midst of his beer cans, and stares off into the blankness. ' ...LAURA ABARR THE MAN IN THE MOON SMILED SLEEPILY UPON ME AND THE STARS ALL SNORED. ...Valerie White Loneliness conquers, Leaving in its wake only Memories gone by. ...Mary McCrossen As my footprints in the sand so shall I exist for moments only. ...Bettina Manz a world forgotten trees cling to stone ledges barely able to find the supporting soil. life is so delicately perched on these rocks. so feeble. they toil all their lives just to live. cold, clear, fast rushing streams. flow quickly into silent pools of black tranquil waters. some trees still golden, stand silently watching. not daring to move for fear they too would lose their covering and stand naked before the world. icicles hang from branches long since stripped of their foliage. all leaves have now fallen. the grass is brown. all seems dead. and yet, something now is here. snow is falling to make all things pure. God is still here, He's just smiling in a different way. Mike Mills