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

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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

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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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Nancy Veach Morning the sun shines and earth glistens with life time stands still, but seagulls fly over blue waters toward that place fsomewhere in timej where water and sky and life and light meet and become one Amy Lussier 181 7 c Sleep, then overcame me. Slowly it filled every thought I'd found it trickled dowm on me and pulled my eyelids down. My bed slowly started turning and rocking toward my mind. Dream covered breaths of air Left real thoughts far behind. Steaming pictures cooled my wants Cold now burns the face I remembered a dark thought and watched a bright dream fall to the mo ming. Marty Wallis The sky was red with anger the wind boiled with turmoil. How long will we go on without having concern for our fellow man. Lynde Worley Bundled Up . She collected shopping bags, l had a whole collection of shopping bags. When you saw her she was always bundled up in layer, upon layer, upon layer, of clothes 5 old ratty clothes, found clothes. She talked to me when she saw me on the street. She talked to everybody when she saw them, she talked to the radio, the birds on top of straight and tall brown poles. on the sidewalks right next to the crack, to the old flattened waxy Dixie cups, to grey tramped-on grass, to the sky fwas her favorite thing.j She resided in a spot fwe must all always reside on a spotl behind a billboard, with strips of papering falling off, by Mr. Weens at 6th and Hill Streets. And where she kept her spot most of the time was behind that paper sign with SAVINGS and LOANS advertised. But sleeping behind savings and loans got her a beating to death instead of saving her anything. So she slept as always - oblivious and not in the world caring of the street lights, neon signs flashing, cars brights, or muggers but in a frozen red pool tonight, bundled up in layer, upon layer, upon layer, of clothes, old ratty clothes, found clothes. Scott Emmons Sli 5' . Q,-4 Q xv'