Manzano High School - Scepter Yearbook (Albuquerque, NM)

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Manzano Murky green water Footsteps tmprtnted tn mud Ctgarette butt soup lohn Flowers YOU The ntght brtngs me peace calmness and rest The day brtngs me happtness and warmth Love gtves me the reason for ltvtng And you gtve me the reason to love Pam Lewts E F lhlll Q The orange cresent moon hung low agatnst the ebony blackness of the ntght sky casttng eerte shadows agatnst the garbage cluttered alley formed by the stde of a crumbltng graffttted tenement wall The stench of steely grey trash cans overflowtng wtth rubbtsh mtngled wtth the humtd summer and made the atr thtck At the end of the alley on a chtpped cement step lead tng to a spltntered door huddled tn a trembltng mass was the netghborhood drunk Hts legs were folded awk wardly under htm caustng hts baggy brown pants legs to be pushed up to hts knees expostng hts grtmy bare legs and tattered grey army boots Hts arms were crossed loosely tn front of htm and hts red cotton shtrt was wrtn kled and motst wtth ltquor and sweat Hts stubby chtn rested agatnst hts sopped chest and hts grtzzly hatr fell tn dtsheveled clumps Phaethon In the dtstance the sound of young male votces was heard above the muted ctty notses In one of the small ground floor tenement dwelltngs a flat labeled 'IA on a battered red dtvan sat an elderly couple watchtng the snowy ptcture on thetr anctent T V thetr only other ptece of furntture Above them tn ZA a mtddle aged man and hts wtfe sat on ptcntc benches around a patnted black table eattng wtth thetr four chtl dren Next to them tn 2B a young woman paced the floor holdtng a ttny blanketed bundle tn attempts to put the tnfant to sleep Below tn the alley the drunk sttrred and wheezed Neartng footsteps whtspered tn the empttness of the ntght thetr echo becomtng louder and louder Two long hatred male adolescents clad tn blue jeans and t shtrts paused at the entrance to the alley mumbled and turned and sauntered toward the tnebrtated man They stopped tn front of htm and sntckered Whtle one boy drew hts booted foot back and shoved the drunk on hts stde the other clapped hts hands over the man s blub bertng mouth A ftst dove tnto hts flabby belly and he moaned as he vomtted tn the ftlth Hts crtes for help pterced the atr In 1A the old man glanced toward the alley stood walked to hts T V and turned the volume control htgher In 2A all fell stlent the chtldren paused tn thetr eattng and ltstened only to feel the tmpasstve stare of thetr par ents unttl they resumed eattng In 2B the young woman s eyes grew wtld as she clenched her baby to her chest and checked the double lock on her door In the alley the drunk lay sttll across the cement step as two boys raced tnto the ntght each clasptng a dollar btll tn thetr sweaty palm Carole Fluke One out of endless teardrops rematned statned on the face of loneltness janet Scully I I I 1 1 . ., - 1 r I - . . . , I I ' I 1 1 1 - , . I - ' I 1 . . . , . . I - 1 I , , . . . . . . I I I . I I I - I . . , ' I . 1 1 1 1 1 F 1 t ' lf l C 3 sewn I I , . I - 1 I I I 1 - . I . .

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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

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Just Cruisin' After many hours of hot talk of what they were going to do on Saturday night, Paul and Andy were now head- ing for McDonalds', the mecca for the hard core cruisers of the North East heights. Paul and Andy were amateurs, but many of the surrounding cars belonged to the veter- ans of cruising. Beautiful beasts, with assorted mirrors, spotlights, air horns and coolers brimmed full of ice and Coors. The type that burn tankfuls of high octane deep into the wee hours of Saturday morning, looking for a misplaced virgin walking home. Paul parked his car, and they got out and started to walk inside. Hey, You! Paul turned to see a tall youth in a Sandia letter jacket, You left your lights on. Paul cursed himself for showing his nervousness and returned to the car to switch off his lights. May I help you, sir? Andy looked at the girl with the wax smile, thinking Hell give me some time but instead murmured, Medi- um Coke, please. He handed her the exact change and received a plas- tic thank you and turned to Andy, See any good look- ers? I don't know, those two look pretty good from the back, Andy replied. Let's see what did Dennis say about this mmm I know. Paul strutted forward whispering back, Watch this. Excuse me, do you know Ben Jones? The first one turned to reply, the face of an angel, the eyes of a nymph, the old adrenalin is flowing, Paul, old man, then someone threw sand in the watchworks. COD WAS HER FRIEND UGLY. No, she said, I don't. Is he related to Phil jones? Uh, ah, no. I don't think so-uh-thanks. He walked away toward Andy. Why is it that the dogs hang around the good ones? Paul said as he adjusted his retainer. I don't know. Let's go. Andy said. Paul started the Mustang. Those cars aren't so hot, Andy said, referring to the other cars on the lot. This '65 Mustang is pretty good ex- cept for the missing hubcap. Andy said. Paul nodded agreeing that his car was pretty sharp. Well, where do we go now? Andy said. Want to try South Eubank? Paul said as he noticed a green Datsun leaving the driveway with two girls in it. Hey, Paul, catch up, huh! Paul swang out onto Candelaria and poured the coals to all 289 horses. Flash your brights, Paul! Hey Andy, they're slowing down. What do I do? Damn are you dumb, follow 'em! The green Datsun turned into Eastdale with a tired Mustang following close behind. While they slipped in behind the Datsun in front of Safeway, Andy took off his retainer. Andy, what'll I say? Say something dammit, you're closer! Uh, Hi, Paul said. The girls replied, Hi, say what do you guys think you're doing? Shinin' your brights in my mirrors. You blinded me! Oh, I'm sorry, Paul said, to make it up to yuh we'll buy you two a coke! No, wejust got one. Oh, yeh, I see. Paul tried again, What school do you go to? We graduated. Oh was the only reply Paul could give. Psst, Andy, this is going nowhere. Andy slid over and broke the ice. Say would you two like to go to the foothills and-ah-look at the lights? The girls were quiet at first, but then consented. The Datsun led the way as the two cars sped up Cande- laria. Paul, I'm kinda worried. What do ya mean, Andy? he said. Well, it's getting late. I should be home now, and I'd sure hate to get Mono or anything, and maybe we'll end up at BCMC getting penicillin shots. Yeah, Paul agreed. So as the little green Datsun sped toward the foothills, the Mustang took a sharp right at juan Tabo. ...Tom Dietz The March wind doth blow Biting, singing, and dancing Damn, I lost my kite! ...Valerie White A slender raindrop trickles down my window glass and stares in at me. ...lake Naeb jealousy can hurt Take away an ex-boyfriend and I'll wring your neck! ...Carmen Edwards