Southwest Dekalb High School - Panther Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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Dressed and ready K 'U'uXn4vVlllllfL-'Ll ' Iffg3,llllllll1llIHllllllllvl f 's-ff-2 I ,QQSAI , N ff I fl Htl' 'Mig nw I X. I I lsr' ' M Y - V Q'- ,. , , X ,. -N Q 4 5 , a N 1: - 1 ,: , 3 ' li ii' 4 J As the nations zooth anniversary of independence slowly approaches, its exploitation mounts to an erratic frenzy. Never before has such zeal been centered around one event nationwide. The word bicentennial has become a standard of living. The advertising world has gone berserk with its use of slogans and displays. Go Bicentennial this year, be the first to wear the official bicentennial underwear that can be purchased only at America's bicentennial store. The basic Old Glory colors will look chic even under- neath your most stylish fashions. Don't be left out! Jump on the bandwagon now and ride into the year of 76 knowing you are bicentennial patriot. Thousands of bicentennial products are flooding the market and finding their way into American homes. No home is complete without several souvenirs of America's history proudly displayed: Bicentennial life-size statues of Minute Men, replicas of the Libertv Bell, murals of Paul Revere's famous ride, etc, will accumulate in American homes. Boon every family will be celebrating bi- centennial day once a week. Each member will dress in the fashions of the time and act in a manner associated with the period. The unbelievable advertisements and products that are revealed each day are comically absurd. It is a challenge to guess what bicentennial product will be contrived the succeeding day. Perhaps bicentennial toothpicks are next on the list. attack the commies Silence dances in what little Left right left Filled in green And ready to go Attack the British As they march by San Juan isnft a bad place to go Neither was Canada or Mexico, or Spain, or Italy, or France, or Germany so attack that pan zer 1 fUncle Fred's Mercuryj The rain poured loudly Debbie Mobley On the ruined soil. I Watched carefully as the . is Time seemed to crease my life. ' ' ' I wondered if I could I '. .,.,,5fg4 ggx Remain silent any longer. ' if-Q. yt We destroy. I l I',5i n 1 N It's the satisfaction A -Vx' 'Por the hunger of power - Yet we tag it progress, While we sit and eat The knowledge that took 5 Eagle , d Precious moments to find, flplea wmfe d The rain still falls, the ymg over ea smooth as a summer breeze - fBobby and his closed in yardj Attack Vietnam fnew people on the blockl II didn't mean to.J Now we must deny our spies the right to spy on us Court marshalled for Mai Lai fTime to grow upj The Army wants you now! Dennis Osborn 9.80 Dt Jeff Stanley The Eagle conquers us all with Lightthere is left making Fr d ee om. Noises too loud to Be heard - . , . K A d And it s telling us of ourselves. al-en n erson Karen Harris

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They come, they go Resurrection I have always felt that the difference between happiness and unhappiness was living I mean, when someone says to me I'm unhappy I always wonder - Hey you, are you Alive or are you Dead? It's like a heart transplant -- Give someone a little heart and suddenly land without realizing itj he is living again. Amy Lussier EVIL Your evil eyes Burning hot Anger inside Coming out Burning for revenge Ready to attack You creep like a snake Desperate for pain Rid your hatred And your burning eyes Forjealousy Is no answer Carolyn Hood Su ffocation Very often, we must live with those who hang on to our hearts Like kittens on screen doors with their claws. Attempting to pry then' loose Is futile. Dianne Chance be glad that you have memories silken strands that link your heart to the past memories are painful spots of warmth that we'd probably be better off without but who would ever trade spots of warmth for cold? Amy Lussier In the Wind Look, to the horizon, As you feel your heart run Away with the sunset, , And feel the wet rain Of your crying, For the love of your friends They stop, and flow On by, never to return Never to go But the ones we love Manage to slip our minds Till we pass on by the town While nobody's aware While no one's Around And ones we think we love Leave never hurting our soul As harsh as friends That come and go in the mind Th at come and go in the wind With the few words that may begin Your life. Mark Baxter X f H W I AA at it Ji x EQ Jawa f - 0221 ii S I J f s ' I Y xv '43l4,. f 1, ll . J, lx. 'UQ be

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The After-Life The relatives filled her old dead house like pack-rats, Rummaged through her drawers, Threw closets open to the light, Stole keepsakes, destroyed secrets With vulture-like enthusiasm They had no right She would not have wanted this I felt her frowning presence Close to me. Dianne Chance He Took out his bright red and white and black printed handkerchief - sneezing cooly and forcefully into it, wiping his nose in a handy, dandy, Joe Cool swipe. He missed however one of the spots, giving him a most hideous appearance and forcing his friends to regard him with David Alwllblat the love they held especially for lepers, prostitutes, legless men, stuttering buffoons, and Congressmen, He thought immediately that he must have bad breath, body odor, or dandruff. He never considered the fact that perhaps, with his bright red and white and black printed handkerchief, that he had, with a handy, dandy, Joe Cool swipe, wiped his nose off of his face. Eggs are fragile Ahard, thin layer with something good inside Men are like eggs Take away their dreams and all you have left is a shell My dad told me of men who eat dreams for breakfast, except he didn't call them men. Brad Kizzort Scott Emmons Mall People Bu stling, rustling, Packages in hand, Little children, running, playing, Mothers running after. Clothes of the rich here, And here, a poor man in rags. Sho rt skirts, Long dresses Swinging to and fro. And here comes a turkey waddler, Hurrying to her appointment at My F Now, I'm going to walk among them These cheerful faces,' And blank ones too. Ah! Now walking beside me Is a lawyer, or either a doctor one, His expression tells me so. And now sitting on the bench ahead A girl who is staring at me. A smile and slip quietly by And wonder what she writes of me. air Lady. Melanie Sims 181 lf