San Marcos High School - Crown and Sceptre Yearbook (Santa Barbara, CA)

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I Theatre- In- The- Round Windows Reflects Complacent Alienations For their 15 years together, Ted and Frances told themselves that they nlidn ' t need anyone else, that they were happy. But they did know: Somehow we always seem to be alone. Once they decided to have the baby, they wondered why giving birth was suddenly so important. The baby dead, Frances carried within her the heavy and painful lump of flesh which had once promised them fuller life. They lived with frustration, exercising verbal cover-ups: arguing, chatting about antique stores, wall- paper and bookshelves. Into their new house came three teen.igers: Karen, who is weak sexually, Lester, a charming sort who likes wine, and Eugene, whose brother was killed in the war! fhe hasn ' t got a brother). In the end, Ted and Frances have done everything they thought they wouldn ' t: they ' ve looked out the windows, Ted has kissed Karen, they drank and danced, and they leave for a party next door. They needed someone, but as Ted realized, You can ' t get m with these people unless you ' re willing to assume certain char- acteristics. They put on their masks, and left. Jil J.ickson was co-sla,i:e m.in.n,i;er nf tin- (iiit-.itts with Lily Kli.irr.ui. I uuess I ' m iiist .ismi.il — Tetl (Dun M.intoolli) to Frances (Cynthia Gocna). Jax chants. ' When we were boys on the cracked and broken streets . L-nable to use the kn.fe on himself. Baxter thrusts .t mto Max ' s desk. Ann ,«ulhbly takes another last letter ' : Vou killed my brothers. Rats. M,ce, Crap ?5

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I I Soon it ' ll be over, and I ' ve done nothing ' , nothing. — Jax (Fred Buck). For whom ? For me, for myself. To be better than you are. — Max (Pat DeMott). It ' s no use. Tears flood my eyes, my head. — Baxter (Mike Den- ton). I just feel I want to help but I don ' t know how. — Ann (Sue Schleifer) . Tra g ic Comedies By Murray Schis al A Frustrated Search For Self: Fragments ' Hiimms often, out of fear, hate things they cannot understand. Max, Jax, and Baxter hated each other. Each lived in a self- constructed cage; Max ' s was his demand for order: Baxter sought refuge in wine and sex; Jax thrived on pity, every few minutes heralding his own death. But there were a few moments when they smiled together, remembering their boyhood: their igloo, their fire, and hiding — always finding places to hide . . . A knock was heard and Ann, the young woman from across the alley, entered on a cloud of small talk and enthusiasm. Vying for the one bit of beauty they could see in their world, the men began cruel mockery of one another, Ann, now confused, tired, and very disappointed, returned home to the special loneliness of one who has lived alone a very long time. As the lights blacked, death came to these three fragrnents — fragments of one man. Cynthia and Don listen to Mr. Black ' s thou.ahts on their improvisation. Mr. Black asks Mike not to stab Pat. 3 1 n Write. I ' m a writer ' (He hasn ' t touched his book in ten years.) To give birth. And 1 couldn ' t, Ted. — Frances. The kids (Betsy Brickley, Ken Jones, David Preston) talk on hypocrisy.

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Lunchttme Mirrors Chan ge More Pants, More Hair, More People, Less Trash This year the School Board reduced hair and dress regulations to one: they must be neat and clean. Few will probably forget the first drizzly day of dress freedom. Every girl who remembered came to school in slacks, and a few boys came in shorts. But after a day or so one didn ' t notice unless one thought about it. Not only did the people look different, but there were more of them out at once. The single lunch, which students have been asking for for several years finally became a reality. Over-crowding was not the problem some expected it to be, because of a much more efficient snack line. Vending machines were put in and pop- corn was sold at the Friendly Student Store which was also re- modeled this year. SM students, notorious litterbugs in the past, began picking up their trash during the second semester. This was due to a well- planned Pollution Day program held January 28 (Anniversary of the Oil Spill) as a part of the Santa Barbara Declaration of En- vironmental Rights, speakers and films made people more aware of air, noise and water pollution, overpopulation and waste of resources. Most people ' s feelings are summed up in Torben Mah- neke ' s phrase: the best day at San Marcos. Boards form a skeletal extension to the nlil snack booth. to Chris Newson and David Preston look over the youn.i; pines offered for sale by the Conservation Club. (Susan Bolen) I 26 lKMlLioniiaiMnrMnuaiiuBaKtiCTi«Uij«r ..i..««»in..... ..., ,,ji«.,..,,