Manzano High School - Scepter Yearbook (Albuquerque, NM)

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In the delicate prisms of a teardrop exists the cold intenseness of a miniature world whose rigid door aches to be unlatched Karen Tilley mul 'ws No One L1stened I stood up to say a word No one listened No one heard People were too busy with their troubles you see To take time out for a word from me Sol thought I d say my word once more But people got up to close their door Sol went elsewhere to say my word Still no one listened No one heard But I didn t give up so easily My word s importance was known by me But people just looked and then told me No Until I ran out of places to go So I stopped and said my word to me So one could listen One could see I thought I was the only one that heard Me and perhaps some lonely bird My word was heard by a snow white dove And you who repeated my word Love joe Lotz Phaethon Things you say and things you do. The way you are and the way you were confuse me Thea Burch Crystalized ice falls each one with its own pattern melts against my mind Melinda Robbins HEAVEN LY FATHER Heavenly Father we the Taylor family ask excuse me but they re about to kick off Mr Taylor jumped from the table sending the contents of the fragile wine glasses in a frenzy Why dont you finish up for me johnny? We ask your blessing on the turkey Amen johnny s plea for a blessed turkey was met with a disapproving kick from his sister s very big feet Pass the turkey Tracey just wait I m not done with it Well Im not gonna wait till you ve devoured the whole thing Mom pleaded Tracey Be nice to your sister Mike Mike sulked behind a dish of cranberry sauce as a green bean flew from johnny s plate into his mashed po tatoes Mom there s a green bean in my potatoes Well eatit But I didn t put it there Who put the green bean in Mike s potatoes? Tracey? Tracey shook her jaws bulging with yams defensively johnny? I refuse to answer on the grounds of self incrimina tion johnny don tput green beans in Mike s potatoes The dog peed in Mike s room last night and he didnt clean it up Mike you d better clean it up after dinner Why do I have to clean up after the dog? It s johnny s dog If he d let it out before bedtime he wouldnt have wet Mike fell into tears his world shot down by john ny s dog Goto your room Mike until you can stop crying johnny snickered triumphantly Well it is your dog johnny Maybe you should clean up after it Shit mother he plays with him too johnny' I ll have no such language at this table I learned it from Tracey defended johnny That doesn t matter You should know better Little angel Tracey never does anything wrong Let herjust sit there and stuff her face Fatso' Tracey glared wickedly at johnny Mom make hm' take it back Tell your sister sorry johnny Sorry apologized johnny rather reluctantly Mrs Taylor just closed her ears to Tracey s Make him say it right mom Heavenly Father Sharon Deatherage 1 ll ' 1 1 1 - ' 11 ' , . . 1 - II 1 - - - 1 ll . . ll ' ll 1 ' 1. 1. 1 . . . , . ll If , . 0 Il - 1 ' ' ll , . ll 1 ' - 1 1 - II ll ll , . . II - - - 11 . 1 - . 1 ' ' , , ll 1 ' 11 l . , . , ll ' ll 1 ' ' , ll - 1 - ll ' , ll - ' 1 ll n u F I I I , , Il ll I H -. . . - . , . , , ' ll 1 - ' , ll 1 ' ' 1 ll . I ' , II .ll H , . , j , I , 1 . - ll , ll ' 1 ' - ll . ' ' I Il 1 1 , 1 - ' 1 - 1 ,, . . i . - . , ' ' 1 I ' , I ll ' ' ' ll 1 1 ' 11 ll , , 1 ' , . . . H ' ' 1 1 - - ll II - - - Il 1 1 - ll 1 - ll ll ' If ll 1 ll ll ' ' - - 11 . ,, . . , ' ' If ll - ll , . ll ll ' , . ' f ll ' ll F - - ll I I I I l 1 1

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THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT Weaving in and out, dodging careless big feet, Gerald made his way down the bustling, big city side- walk, his grubby little hand holding tightly the few coins in his patched pocket. His jeans, obviously well- worn hand-me-downs, were still several sizes too big, a problem solved if you remembered to roll them up and not put anything of value into the front pockets, be- cause they had a tendency to gape open at the tops. But that didn't worry Gerald, not today. He just clenched his fist tighter and thought about whatever it is five-year-old boys think about when they're on a very important mission. He had been waiting all week for today. His little kool-aid stained mouth turned up in a grin as he thought about the present. Two carnations, a red one and a white one. These would be his birthday present to Mama. And he knew she would like them. She'd said so herself when he asked her. His eyes searched the crowd for the flower girl that stood on the cor- ner. There she is! Little legs moved flleflections of a Sandg 'yesterdag Trembling sadness of melancholy dreams Strawberry patches have withered and died Unsuppressed emotions now bursting their seams Echoing a windsong a whippoorwill cried jasmine and Roses you said would be mine A song in the mountains and sweet apple wine But what am I left with here in my hand The symbol of nothing- a small grain of sand ...laney Guthrie faster as two little hands helped keep people out of the way. A stray dog decided it was a game of chase and joined in. But he didn't expect it to be over so soon as he plunged headfirst into Gerald's body, send- ing boy and dog sprawling in oppo- site directions. The hollow sound of metal hitting metal and echoing down to emptiness brought Ger- ald's hand quickly to an empty poc- ket. A sigh shook his whole body as he stifled the sob that threatened to surface. He sat on the sidewalk, cradling a blond head with his hands when a cold, wet nose poked itself between his arms. Gerald looked up into the scraggliest but most apolo- getic face he'd ever seen on a dog. The dog plopped down beside him, offering himself to Gerald's tears. All of a sudden, Gerald sat straight up and dried his face with a sleeve. He took hold of the dog's ears and tugged gently on them. Say, dawg ..... how'd you like to be a birthday present? ...laney Guthrie ,L-Q: .- on the floor idols flaring arc-light scorching smokingtwilight vagrant monied minstrels clutching clouding astrals magic writhing spastic tragic boogie plastic ...Mark Campbell ff: -4-'::.: -:a53?Ei:-.kr - . ., .. -. ,, 1 Lu- -- '--mf. eg-. way -y- Q71-:+I-1-tiff.: 1 52 QSSFMQTNP . -'-.rs-arts ':F'g.,,, ' .4 :-f:f',5j-'f!g5.f',?- 1: I-1-'-3:1-as ft' ' 'lfi?z?i?l??ElfE'2-97-pi. Qttkifkfiif fi -1 . afrgwfnp ,,,z, .,-,gf fg,.,n Nt, -- X '- . - gqfgg'-2 -i'.g..5Igg5.2gc nxi. a:ag4.:.'l.:':a.-1. Axe. l -7 gary' ff' 1-5 4iifffa:Mf!1-5 A' -.iiislizlfaxtva-22199 'G . f f gmac.-7? ' f'4!'ag:i-ng.L5Q:. f 5,9-ff 4f'1' ziggefa: -' ' , ,.-, lf- ,. f -- --2 i ' G0 , 1 . . ,E-5.f442,.,,:i3' ll ...v- I f 4-Q41-2-f?:gf151:7 3 --1 4 ,V ff:-.avi ,ggk-Y, -2?'::-.7.fy.:.,12LCf5 ' , ttf 4 'Q-i'?1'fa -: fc U K f 'ji' '. 'tt i z - j ' f 41' X g .ff ,qll ,f ' Q' L: ,f ,!, , r my-:I ' ,, X f f , l will - ,. f X X l,.. ,j I, , -----'.- Q ki F-.ENQ--X ,A , -'T - -J: 'L - . -- T ' . T- -x , . . . 5- 3.3-,, can-.V., - , 5 , - ' ' ' 'S . -'.'a e1r-lzf. f- ' -ae3:rft:1'a'.:tf35':f,-:a'e:a'G'- - lil V - .- va.- --A 1-ae. .-----1-.zz-,-.f-:-,-:f -fi - 'J -zur: ff- I--'-.'Z'. :-'JY cigar- ' l-Q - j 2 a ,-:ith .lffirfius 5-. - - ' .fi- - -1- 2 1:,:guS:-.1-rw ' -ff-W..- 77 -f 2 -'TQ .- 4-.- fd-3-:I- -.-. .,- ? ,,,...-? il,-f i' - , ,fi Fe..- ,,..., fffif-T1 gp.-'al ,1-

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011 a ight Like This It was my first date with lane, and I'd admired her since I first saw her. She came out of her house just as I pulled in her drive way, jumping from the car to say hello and open the door for her, I almost tripped. She came over to the car, and I opened the door. Her lovely white formal almost having the door closed on it by my stupid hand. She moved the dress out of the way, along with my apolo- gy, and I closed the door. Finally getting in the driver's seat and getting out of the driveway, I apologized for be- ing late. She accepted, and we were back to normal. We arrived at the dance and slowly made our way through the crowd. Everyone was looking at lane, she was a fox, and I thought stuff like her only came true in dreams. We danced most of the night away, but then we decided to go for a few drinks. We settled on a few quick grasshop- pers, a light green drink that looks like a milk shake. The drinks settled so we wanted to go watch a movie. We took off from the bar without even paying for the drinks. I opened the door for her and again had to apologize for almost closing the door on her formal. The movie was a drag. First of all, we didn't get very good seats, and my neck was hurting from looking straight up. I thought maybe I could reach and put my arm around her. So I did! She turned and smiled, and I was relieved. During the course of the movie, an usher came over and told us of seats in the back that would be better. So, we got up and went to the back to sit down, trying to get our necks back straight. The movie kept dragging along' until our tongues were almost dragging on the floor. We got up and left. She got in the car, and again I'd almost closed the door on her formal. With an apology and a moving of her dress, I finally got the door closed. She said it was time for her to go home. I agreed, saying school would be another hassle in the morning. I drove to her part of town, and she said to let her out in front of her neighbor's house. I said, How come? and she answered that she just wanted it that way. I pulled up a few houses from.her house, and she leaned over, kissed me, then jumped from the car. I drove home freaking out. Wonder what happened , went through my head. Wow, I blew it, that girl was a fox and I blew it, I don't even know how I did it, but I guessl blew it. Driving home, I felt raunchy. I couldn't even find a clue as to why she split so fast. I pulled up my driveway, got out and locked the door. Then I was going around the car to lock the other door when I saw lane's mangled body. I guess her dress got caught once too often. . . . .Carl Ray Snowflakes gently kiss children's rosy cheeks with love causing them to smile. ...Melinda Robbins Pounding Hoofs, Gentle Rain The mud-caked, battered old pickup pulled into the sloshy lot behind the rodeo arena. Merle Haggard blared from the radio and cowboy bumper stickers covered the back, sides, and windows. Bobby Minks, the tired occupant, switched off the igni- tion and slumped against the steering wheel. He thought of the night before and wished that he'd had more sleep. But he had never been able to resist a lonely looking woman, especially one with green eyes. The incessant buziing of a trapped fly brought Bobby back into the present. He grabbed his chaps and bull rope and headed for the arena. Smells of rodeo filled the air: the livestock in the pens, wet mud and manure, beer, and hard working sweaty men. After checking in at the rodeo office, Bobby headed for the bucking chutes. Once there, he drifted around catching the latest news and seeing old friends again. Tension was becoming apparent as the bull riding event drew near and those who had drawn first prepared to go. Bobby carefully buckled on his chaps and fastened his spurs to his worn, dusty boots. He walked slowly to chute number eight and, climbing the rails, checked out his bull. The massive animal seemed to exert his power even now, and Bobby could imagine how the open space of the arena would be. Finally, the time came to climb into the chute and wait for those eight punishing seconds. Bobby smoothed on his tough glove and resined up his rope. Making sure he had a good strong grip, the rope was pulled tight and secured. Bobby tried to concentrate on the style of this bull, but his thoughts drifted back to the house and warm bed awaiting him. It would be nice to have a chance to really sleep for a while. All sights and sounds quickly faded away, and Bobby unconsciously gave the gateman the signal. The gate was pulled, and the bull came out, whirling and jumping. Suddenly the rider was catapulted into the air, and after hitting the ground, rolled beneath the huge animal. The cutting hooves pounded into the youthful body, bones could be heard snapping and a scream of pain pierced the crisp autumn air. The term deadly quiet became a reality as the crowd watched hopefully for a sign of life from the still, crum- pled body. Finally the ambulance crew arrived and care- fully laid the sheet over the young cowboy as they took him away. This seemed to be a signal, and the crowd slowly filed out as they spoke in hushed voices. Tomorrow the morning paper would devote one small paragraph in the obituary column to Bobby Minks, an unknown cowboy. But for now a quiet rain fell gently and mixed the fresh blood with the soft soil. ....-.Cherie Barker No evil has been spoken for many an age For the actor forgot his lines The audience stares at the empty stage No evil has been spoken for many an age Most feel regret, though the brave ones feel rage The curtain falls, on their lives and their minds No evil has been spoken for many an age For the actor forgot his lines ...Ann Scheibner