By Ludlow ScruirErs
For it is wrote, “Lif is lik
a avenew with a dead end.’
Onst i seen a far,
went out.
Then it
“Git up,” sayeth the prophet,
“and go away.”
He who walketh in green pas
tures should wipe his feet.
Lie not with ants, lest you have
trouble with uncles.
Scribble not nonsense, lest it be
published in THE COUGAR
CRY.
Will It Ever
Be The Same
By Frank Perez
While editor Cashion and my
self were sitting in the news
paper room waiting for news to
come, it came.
It came in the person of
Sandy Brooks, last year’s Miss
College Transfer, still looking
lovely and vivacious, and bubbl
ing with radiant personality.
We asked her about her
progress at ASU, and she said
she missed good ol’ W'CC al
ready.
In her own words, she said,
“I often wondered if and when
I ever came back, would I walk
through the halls and still see
the smiles, smell Bob Thomp
son’s after-shave, wink at John
Cashion, hug Barney and watch
people look, smell servomation
a mile away, I wondered if
Ruth would still say,Hey, Young
’Un. I wondered if they would
have changed Orientation.”
You’ll never know, Sandy, un
til you come back to school
here again. WE MISS YOU,
TOO!
Kw., '"’mi
Summer School
(A POEM)
Slimmer school
Is Really Cool
Bells don’t ring as loud
All our gardens freshly
ploughed
With silver shells and cockle
bells
And marijuana under the
squash.
Summer Time
By Frank Perez
Summer days to some stu
dents are hot, droll, with noth
ing to do and boring! To others,
there’s just not enough time in
the day for all the things to be
done.
Linda Shaffner, if she is un
able to go to the beach, enjoys
herself at the lakes of Wilkes
County.
“B” Townes enjoys working
with the greenery on the school
campus, fishing, canoeing, or
camping.
Our editor, John Cashion, en
joys summertime the year
’round.
Aletha and Dave enjoy earn
ing money at the school book
store.
Professor Rob McNeill and
his students ponder the rela
tionship of self to life.
Coach Linney and his golfing
class enjoy hitting the little
balls and then running after
them. He claims running is
good exercise, even if golf isn’t
Bonnie and Fran enjoy a
little bit of gossip between
classes.
And yours truly enjoys inter
viewing the local students.
So you see. Summer is fun,
at least for some folks.
LOOKING BACK
To Catch The Sun
(Observations At Sunset)
Lying in the fields of green
grass
Looking up at the blue sky
above me
And the daisies at my feet,
I am made aware of life that’s
before me
And the one who made it
possible.
As I lie in wondering
anticipation
And watch the golden sun set
Behind hills of rolling blue,
I realize that each time it is
more lovely
And more breathtaking.
Its colors are such that mere
words
Can’t express its true beauty.
As the sun draws down closer to
the trees,
I want to reach out to hold it,
But no man has captured such
beauty
In the clasp of his hand.
Its colors are like those of a
blazing fire.
Making the clouds around it
shine
With everlasting beauty
As if the world was glowiiig
With an inner flame.
It has now moved
Below the first layer of clouds.
Reaching down to earth as if to
give it life.
Now only half of the fiery ball
awaits.
Till it has reached its destiny,
And tomorrow to return
To give life to the earth once
again
If it be God’s will.
—Althea Robbins
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From left to righi, first row are: Gail Andersooi, Jarrett Poe, Mrs. Virginia Bassett (advisor) Anita
Miepiierd, and Barbara Lanlcford; second row, Pat Greene, Linda Colvard« Shirley McNeil, Vicki
Kuitpp, and Betty Pipes; third row. Sherry Roberts, Bobba Pardue, Debbie WUaon, Rosaim Pre-
vette, and Patty Wagner.