Santa Teresa High School - Compendium Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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‘‘I told them, I said ‘You all ready done destroyed my plant and animal life. Y'all can go back to where you came from.’ Then they said something about their planet and then they closed the door and flew off.” Starnes leaned back in his chair. “Now, you say that they said something about their planet. Do you know what planet they came from?” Sure I do!” Which one is that?” “Earth, said Jones, confidently. Are you certain? asked Starnes. They done told me themselves.” Starnes closed his notepad. Thank you, Mr. Jones. That will be all. Do you have any questions? Jones got up. Yes, as a matter o' fact. You see, I’m too old to rebuild my barn by myself and all my animals is killed. Farming's the only thing I got to make a living. So I was wondering if I might be able to get some money from the government so as to start my farming again?” Starnes got up and walked Jones to the door. I'm sure that you’ll have no problem getting reimburs- ed, Mr. Jones.” Jones walked out of the building content. The matches were still in his pocket. He had succeeded. Legerdemain 249

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The Unsuccessful Farmer John Gluck The receptionist looked up from her desk. She glanced at the piece of paper she was holding. “Mr. Jones? she called out. “Mr. B. F. Jones.” “That’s me,” said a man. He was about fifty years old, a bit overweight and almost bald. He wore baggy overalls and a plaid flannel shirt. He looked totally out of place in the government run office. “Mr. Starnes will see you in just a moment, Mr. Jones, said the recep- tionist and she quickly went back to her work. After a few minutes, a man in a formal suit peeked his head out of the door behind the receptionist. The man was holding a paper. Can I see ...” and he read the name from the list, Mr. Bernard Frederick Jones.” Mr. Jones got up from his seat. He went to the door. “Mr. Jones? he said. I’m Mr. Starnes, Chief Investigator in cases such as yours. Come in. And don’t feel nervous. Jones stepped in the office. You've probably seen such an office. It was wood paneled. There was a window at the far wall. To the right was a desk and behind it, a massive bookshelf. In front of the desk were two other chairs. “Take a seat, Mr. Jones and we can get started.” Mr. Jones looked around the room. On the wall behind him were various plaques; college diploma, presidential awards and the like. Jones took a seat. Now, said Starnes, taking a seat, tell me exactly what happen- ed on the night of July 17 of this year.” Well you see it’s like this, started Jones. “I been living on the plains for years. Ever since I was a kid. My great grandfather used to own the farm that I own now. And my great grandfather, he done built that barn all by himself with his own two hands. Didn't nobody help him.” Could I ask you to get to the point, Mr. Jones. I’m very busy.” Starnes started to scribble words on his notepad. Well, I was just 'bout to. So, anyways, I was going out to the barn to lock everything up. I do that 'bout five o’clock. I went out like I usually do and I was just walking straight. Then from outta nowhere come this big ol’ flying spaceship. Darndest thing. It had lights all over it. And it was right above my farm it was.” Now, said Starnes, leaning toward Jones, “would you say that contained several ornaments on it. This is what I saw, he said ex- citedly. It landed right on top of my bam! Burnt it to a crisp! Crushed all my animals!” He handed the glossies back to Starnes with the picture of the disk on the top. Starnes scratched some comments on his pad. “And you say that you had a face-to-face encounter with these beings. That’s right! After they wrecked my barn they start coming out of their ship. Can you describe what they look- ed like? “Sure can. They was about seven foot tall. All three of the things. They had greenish skin and no hair. They didn’t have no noses only nostrils where there should be a nose. They was wearing shiny outfits and the- this unidentified flying object w from somewhere else than 01 planet. It wasn't just a plane.” No, sir,” said Jones indignanti “It was a spaceship from out space. I know 'cause I talked to tl leader. Starnes pulled out a manila fold from his desk. He opened the fold to reveal some glossies. He hand the photos to Mr. Jones. “Now Mr. Jones. I want you to t me which of the objects in these pi tures resembles the kind of craft yc encountered. Jones thumbed through the pi tures. Then he stopped at one th had a picture of a large disk whi had belts on with all sorts of fane guns and things connected to it.” Starnes took out another folde This one was full of sketches of d ferent types of movie looking alien: “Now, Mr. Jones. Do the same you did with the last set of pictur that I showed you.” Jones looked. He stopped. This is him!” he shouted. “This the leader. He done told me that I was here to observe the animal ai plant life of our planet.” He hand' the drawings back to Starnes. You say that they said this you clearly. They done spoke better thar do!” Starnes scratched something his notebook. What did you say them, if anything?” Legerdemain

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Mirror, Mirror Drew Taylor Mirror, mirror, who is that I see? A reflecting stranger gazing upon me. Fingers start to twitch, my heart skips a beat; A hand reaches outward for us to meet. What if it knows? Who will it tell? I’ve got to get away from under its compelling spell. I can’t move a muscle, my eyes are fixed; It knows too much, I have to be quick — Mirror, mirror, what do I see? A bloody hand and broken glass staring up at me. Marc Miller A Single Word Kim Fisher You, have come and gone, last time for a week, this time a little longer, a month or so. You, I don’t understand, I tried so hard to make it all right nothing seemed to work. You, will never come again, if you should I will utter one single word, goodbye. It Was My Mistake Jeff Suddjian I met the girl of my dreams. We walked and talked. The time we spent together was important. She loved me and 1 loved her. There was only one problem, Then 1 did not know it. Then I didn’t love her. Then I did not want to walk or talk. Now I do, Now I cannot. I saw her again the other day. I told her of my dreams, Told her how much I wanted to talk. I told her I wanted to spend time with her. I told her how much I loved her. There was a problem. She didn't She couldn’t. Then I realized It was my mistake, I would never have that chan again. I saw her again the other day .. . 250 Legerdemain