Pendleton High School - Landmark Yearbook (Pendleton, SC)

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Fffft'Tl v- 3, f . , ia, w If if P , 1 , I ,Z w' i I , c t grigb Y A- N N lk! Joe Flannagan The kind of a man joe F lannagan am Aren't no kind of man joe Flannagan am. He fights and he cusses And kills and starts fussesg He drinks and wrecks buses- His family he ne'er discusses. He hates all o' his kids And everything that they dids. With that beer gut 0' his When he gets home his Wife hids. He ain't never been to school And they call him a fool For riding a mule And thinks the world that he 'll rule He lives in a barn And does everybody harmg He once broke his arm- Did the other guy more harm. He ain't never done right, He prays for the blight And thrills in the night When he spreads around fight. The kind of a man joe Flannagan am Is the kind that I am: joe Flannagan am. -Anonymous

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l 180 l Ballad Of the Toad One day I was riding down the road And mashed the cutest little toad. His inerds squirted everywhere, Over the ground and in the air. The bulging eyes of that little toad. Was enough to say my truck was a load. Mike Ja ckson '78 ' fftitfrx l D f Q ,1 I I I s jimmy Carter wanted to be President, And all over the country to get votes he Went, The people were bored Of so much Ford, Now, to the White House Carter will be sent. Bobby Ladd '78 Z 'ww I y g ff- b.i.Y.4:E.'iix,g ti nfixx- 5 yyiv f y Q0 ii- lg - lg I fi: Y' 1 If 1

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My Grandfather My grandfather so old and fragile now, Has come to life's eternal end. I-Ie lies in bed with death at the door, That sometimes creeps in by a strong winter wind. Like a tiger attacks his prey, I see death attack granddad every day. Of every second of a minute and every minute of an hour, Death fills the room with an unearthly source of power. But at the sound of the clock death Awaits to attack his prey with a grip That is so strong, no man can let loose His tight hold. So until death finally takes him I will keep my sorrow deep within. -Neet Marion '78 l Convalescent Home ,- X The sound of a rocking chair creaking and H squeaking Its lonely tune. ! Forgotten people waiting for that person ' it Ml who will 1 ' . if V Whittling away endless hours, rocking. 'f--- Never come. .--f-A f -Cindy Roper '77 ' Z J