Manzano High School - Scepter Yearbook (Albuquerque, NM)

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Do Not Bend, Fold or Mutllate The door closed behrnd hrm wrth a harsh resoundrng echo entrapprng hrm wrthrn a room buldgrng wrth scru trnrzrng eyes Oh Mr Robrnson how nrce to see you' The receptronrst struggled to flrp her heavrly laden eyes of parnted colors at the man rn hopes of lurrng hrm rnto her fatal clutches She turned towards hrm wrth her vene mous smrle analyzrng hrm as a good catch He was tall slender personable yes a good catch Please make yourself comfortable Mr Robrnson We wrll be wrth you He sat strffly on the nauseatrng yellow couch srnkrng further rnto rts carnrverous abysses wrth each deafenrng breath Hrs eyes met a parr of lumrnous brown eyes peer rng nervously over a magazrne I wonder why she rs here? That sure rs a pretty dress she rs wearrng Char truse I thrnk He hugged hrs warst wrth hrs arms as though to protect hrmself from the hostrle bodres sur roundrng hrm Bodres vrbratrng wrth rnterrogatrons of hrs purpose there Mr Robrnson you may go on back now We bestow a sterlrng benedrctron to the trme trrals and tenacrty of Marrorre Fox and students of her offrce educatron classes and to the grfted artrstrc brrllrance of Wrth one last glance towards hrs gallery of judges Mr Robrnson departed the cubrcal of observatron mere ly to encounter another only smaller Srt on the table Mr Robrnson and hold out your arm Thrs woman was qurte drfferent from the receptronrst She was rnclement systematrc rn her technrque She bundled hrs arm rn a band then proceeded to rmpel the srlvery mercury aloft the glass tube Your blood pressure rs normal Mr Rob rnson The doctor wrll attend you shortly Her task com pleted she left the room wrth delrberate purpose rn her strrde He was now ready for detarled observatron The prob rng began Complex gadgets recorded them Your tests have come back from the lab Mr Robrnson My nurse wrll explarn therr results to you As for my examrnatron of you you appear to be rn perfect health as drd your What do the lab tests show nurse? Were my wrfe s and my blood compatrble? Why drd our baby dre? Was rt a brrth defect? Mr Robrnson you drd not follow rnstructrons when checkrng the rnfant out from the hosprtal rnto your cus tody The card clearly stated Do Not Bend Fold o Mutrlate It has become necessary due to the vast amount of rnformatron we must process any rtem un processable rs drscarded as unwanted You bent the card Mr Robrnson so your chrld was drscarded Sharon Deatherage Carol Klattenhoff and students of her art classes We al so bequeath upon you all a fervent and unjaded apprecr atron Phaethon. . . , . I - I . ll ' Q . ' Q, . - I , . . . . . . Il ' - . , . . . . . . . - - If - . . .I H . . H ' ' ' . , . , . i 1 . . - lf . I . . 1 I b u D H . . . l . . I r I - Q A . ' . ' ' f P in a moment. wife. The doctor left the room as sterile as he entered it. . . . . ll ' I I 1 4 I n n . . . ' U ' . . ' . ,, . Il ' ' ' ' . ' I , . .,, .... ' - , I r . . . - I I . . l . . . . . . . ' ' , - n - ' ' . I' . ' I 1 n n , . , . I n. I I . . . , . I D -

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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

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