Paramus High School - Delphian Yearbook (Paramus, NJ)

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And, which is more, we ' ll grow up, my Friends. Debra Lyn Gurney 189 Hebberd Avenue Debbie . . . Friendship is a priceless gift that cannot be bought or sold. But its value is far greater than a mountain made of gold. Suzanne Rae Often 39 Hampshire Road Suzanne . . . The only thing I have to give, to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live. DELPHIAN 3; Equestrian Club 2, 3; Ski Club 3. Kathryn Ann Smith 723 Arbor Road Kathi ... I lose vision once in a while. We all get grounded at the start, but I still believe in magic, it comes from seeing with the heart. Sharon Teehan 58 Spring Valley Road ’’Sharon . . . Activity is the only road to knowledge. Drama Workshop 3; P.A.W.S. 3. If you had a minimum of two free periods this past year you could have utilized them in the Triple E (Extended Edu¬ cational Experience) Program. Students had the chance to work in many diverse areas in¬ cluding tutoring children in reading and math, helping teachers in classrooms of local elementary and nursery schools, and working with the handi¬ capped in Bergen Pines. Mr. Aaron Fish, program coordinator, invites interested students to participate. TRIPLE E MEMBERS Back Row: Ellen DeWitte, David Albrecht, Roy Rettenmaier, Robert Bosley, Alain De Haze. Second Row: Barbara Stacy, Mary Coffey, Debra Cogswell, Susan Koenig, Maxine Asher, Marianne Vallery, Patricia Linda, Lynn Serio, Jo-Ellen Pflugh, Elizabeth Guida, Steve Mishkin, Fred Minieri, David DeFilippo, Mr. Aaron Fish. First Row: Karin Monatt, Denise Queffelec, Elise David, Donna Rausen- berger, Felicia Brulato, Nancy Tanner, Janet Cinnella, Junine Manning, Susan Machi, Maryanne Sceizo. 179

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And Everything That ' s In It, Anne E. Younie 307 South Drive Anne Color my world with mu¬ sic, for music is life, love and sunshine. •National Honor Society 4; Band 2, 3, 4; Concert Choir 4; DELPHIAN 3, 4, Sales Editor 4; S.A.E. 2; Dance Band 2, 3, 4; Wind Ensemble 2, 3, 4. Mark Zaborowski 427 Abbott Road Mark I can resist everything but temptation. Gymnastics 2. John Zappile 387 Coe Road John There are as many ways as there are desires. David Vincent Zitelli 686 Roosevelt Boulevard Dave It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is important is invisible to the eye. •National Honor Society 4; Student Advisory Board 4; Cross Country 2, 3, 4, Captain 3, 4; Indoor Track 2, 3, 4; Track 2, 3, 4; Varsity Club 2, 3, 4. Francine Zitovsky 21 Halco Drive Fran The most important things in life aren ' t things. •National Honor Society 4; DELPHIAN 2, 3; S.A.E. 2; P.A.W.S. 4. Janet Marie Zurheide 332 Edstan Way Jan The most pleasant things in the world are pleasant thoughts; and the art of life is to have as many of them as possible. Color Guard 4; DELPHIAN 4; Gymnastics 3, 4; Varsity Club 3, 4. 178 Carol Eynn Zeale 370 South Terhune Avenue Squeal Memories fade but never vanish. Hold on to your dreams for even though they may never come true, they are all yours. mm Edward Sardineer 677 Victoria Avenue Sardi With each ending there is a new beginning. Eddie Danielson 77 Prospect Street Eddie . . . Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.

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. . . A Tribute . . And she was born amid the fire and pain of a powerful miracle into a world which was hers to make, or break. Her first love sensations were the product of the gentle caresses of the woman who fed her and was to give her so much more than is right to expect. Soon, she was supplying her own motive power, wobblin g on unsteady, too-short legs, advancing in quick, shuffling steps to the out-stretched arms and smiling faces beckon¬ ing to her in the distance — the arms which then enfolded her amid soft love words rewarding her first great achievement. Rapidly proficient in the areas of crayon selec¬ tion and finger painting she soon advanced to pencils and the learning woman ' s harried nine-to-three day of spelling bees and complicated addition. She neatly piled her belongings in the square box which bore the carved autographs of her predecessors. It was her domain and her high-pitched voice always revealed pride when she spoke of it to the two who smiled at her with eyes brimming the same emotion. Fast came the day when she refused to don the bright red rubbers which had been so much a part of her; the two had seemed inseparable. Soon left behind was her plastic raincoat worn through years of have-a-good-day kisses, followed by her prized lunchbox which she placed aside reluctantly and lovingly — but without looking back. Not realizing it was an impossible task, she hunted madly for stockings that would fit her too-short, too- wide legs and began to shed, through careful caloric calculations, what was termed ' baby-fat ' . She passed each test with flying colors and claimed her prize the day she passed through the heavy doors which marked the entrance to the last leg of herjourney through the land of chewed pencils, half-eaten lunches, crazy girl-friends, forgotten locker combinations, test-cramming, missed buses, fire-drills during tests, and marks worth all the effort, sweat and self-afflicted tension. Here is the place where the tenses change, for here is now and the years have passed as swiftly as the fall of a raindrop. Soon the stage will be set for the procession of scholars neatly clad in their blue folds of cloth and smiling faces trembling with the unrequited anticipation of their dreams. But dreams need a beginning, a single spark to create the blaze which can drive a person to conquer Life. My spark is here beside me — incarnate in the persons whom I have relied upon and loved since my first scream of rebellion. My bulwarks, my friends, my guidinglights, my hand-holders, my parents — I love you. Elise Ann Censorio 180