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STEVE JOBS R.I.P. 10/5/2011 APPLE FOUNDER & CEO
RARE SOPHOMORE YEAR HIGH
SCHOOL YEARBOOK! HIGHLY SOUGHT AFTER YEARBOOK FEATURING THE FAMOUS "ELECTRONICS
CLUB PHOTO!"
YEARBOOK INCLUDES: * STEVE
JOBS ELECTRONICS CLUB PHOTO * CHRISANN BRENNAN FRESHMAN PHOTO, STEVE'S FIRST GIRLFRIEND AND MOTHER OF LISA BRENNAN-JOBS * BILL
FERNANDEZ SOPHOMORE PHOTO, WHO INTRODUCED STEVE WOZNIAK TO STEVE JOBS * ALLEN BAUM SENIOR PHOTO, WHO TOLD STEVE WOZNIAK ABOUT THE HOMEBREW COMPUTER CLUB * STEVE JOBS &
STEVE WOZNIAK'S ELECTRONICS MENTOR, MR. McCOLLUM
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STEVE JOBS & STEVE WOZNIAK'S MATH AND COMPUTER TEACHER,
STEVE HEADLEY
* CLASSMATE TIM BROWN *
MARK WOZNIAK FRESHMAN PHOTO, STEVE WOZNIAK'S BROTHER * GREAT CONDITION YEARBOOK! TIGHT BINDING, NO SIGNATURES, LIGHT SCUFFS AND NICE GLOSS!
1970 “Pegasus” Year Book, Homestead High School,
Cupertino, California. This is Steve Jobs' Sophomore High School Yearbook (not
personally owned by Steve Jobs!). Steve
Jobs along, with Steve Wozniak, was co-founder of Apple Computers. This is a
highly sought after yearbook because it contains the famous Electronics Club
photo. This is the photo that a number of websites have erroneously captioned
another student (center) as being Steve Jobs. Steve is the dark haired lad
laughing off to the right of the photo. There is no Sophomore class photo of Steve Jobs in this yearbook making the Electronics Club photo more desirable.
THIS IS A HISTORIC PIECE OF HISTORY AND COPIES OF THESE
BOOKS ARE FAR AND FEW BETWEEN. THERE ARE ONLY THREE HIGH SCHOOL PHOTOS OF STEVE JOBS AND THIS WAS THE VERY FIRST ONE! STEVE JOBS CHANGED THE WORLD! ACCEPTING BUY-IT-NOW OFFERS. IMMEDIATE PAYMENT IS REQUIRED! | |
Much of the work was done
in the garage of a friend just around the corner, Bill Fernandez, who
was still at Homestead High. To lubricate their efforts,
they drank large amounts of Cragmont cream soda, riding their bikes to the
Sunnyvale Safeway to return the bottles, collect the deposits, and buy
more. “That’s how we started referring to it as the Cream Soda Computer,”
Wozniak recalled. When it was finished, Fernandez told Wozniak there was someone
at Homestead High he should meet. “His name is Steve. He likes to do pranks
like you do, and he’s also into building electronics like you are.” It may have
been the most significant meeting in a Silicon Valley garage since
Hewlett went into Packard’s thirty-two years earlier.
Toward the end of his senior year at Homestead, in the
spring of 1972, Jobs started going out with a girl named Chrisann Brennan, who was
about his age
but still a junior. With her light brown hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, and
fragile aura, she was very attractive. She was also enduring the
breakup of her parents’ marriage, which made her vulnerable. “We worked together
on an animated movie, then started going out, and she became my
first real girlfriend,” Jobs recalled. As Brennan later said, “Steve was kind of
crazy. That’s why I was attracted to him.” Jobs’s
craziness was of the cultivated sort. He had begun his lifelong experiments with
compulsive diets, eating only fruits and vegetables, so he was as
lean and tight as a whippet. He learned to stare at people without blinking, and
he perfected long silences punctuated by staccato bursts of fast
talking. This odd mix of intensity and aloofness, combined with his
shoulder-length hair and scraggly beard, gave him the aura of a crazed shaman. He
oscillated between charismatic and creepy. “He shuffled around and looked
half-mad,” recalled Brennan. “He had a lot of angst. It was like a big
darkness around him.” Jobs had begun to drop acid by then, and he turned Brennan
on to it as well, in a wheat field just outside Sunnyvale. “It was great,” he
recalled. “I had been listening to a lot of Bach. All of a sudden the wheat
field was playing Bach. It was the most wonderful feeling of my life up to that
point. I felt like the conductor of this symphony with Bach coming through the
wheat.”
That summer of 1972, after his graduation, he and
Brennan moved to a cabin in the hills above Los Altos. “I’m going to go live in
a cabin with Chrisann,”
he announced to his parents one day. His father was furious. “No you’re not,” he
said. “Over my dead body.” They had recently fought about
marijuana, and once again the younger Jobs was willful. He just said good-bye
and walked out. Brennan
spent a lot of her time that summer painting; she was talented, and she did a
picture of a clown for Jobs that he kept on the wall. Jobs wrote
poetry and played guitar. He could be brutally cold and rude to her at times,
but he was also entrancing and able to impose his will. “He wasan enlightened
being who was cruel,” she recalled. “That’s a strange combination.”
Midway
through the summer, Jobs was almost killed when his red Fiat caught fire. He was
driving on Skyline Boulevard in the Santa Cruz Mountains
with a high school friend, Tim Brown, who looked back, saw flames coming from
the engine, and casually said to Jobs, “Pull over, your car is on
fire.” Jobs did. His father, despite their arguments, drove out to the hills to
tow the Fiat home. In order to find a way to make money for a new car, Jobs got
Wozniak to drive him to De Anza College to look on the help-wanted bulletin
board.
They
discovered that the Westgate Shopping Center in San Jose was seeking college
students who could dress up in costumes and amuse the kids. So
for $3 an hour, Jobs, Wozniak, and Brennan donned heavy full-body costumes and
headgear to play Alice in Wonderland, the Mad Hatter, and the White Rabbit.
Wozniak, in his earnest and sweet way, found it fun. “I said, ‘I want to do it,
it’s my chance, because I love children.’ I think Steve looked at it as a lousy
job, but I looked at it as a fun adventure.” Jobs did indeed find it a pain. “It
was hot, the costumes were heavy, and after a while I felt like I wanted to
smack some of the kids.” Patience was never one of his virtues.
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