Elmhurst High School - Anlibrum Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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yet uie find oursely uiilhin others... Reach for me, so that together we may share in the bond of our sailing love. Search for me, when I lose myself in the sol- itude of my heart and hide in the fear of my own expressions Teach for me the song of your life so that I may dance in the sharing of ourselves . . . but above all . . . Love me, for the nature of my heart cries for your acceptance, yet my pride wears a mask of Iron and I sit upon the mirrored throne of my self esteem. Reaching a peaceful agreement are seniors Ronald Hopson and Eric Hack- ley ack- M Junior Cindy Kendall finds a guiding hand — ' er paw, amidst the doldrums of paperwork. r D

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we uicilk Qlone Looking on in anticip.i match Is junior Mark Le The relations of my m.ouub d . mony with and speak througi , drons of my mind; never ceasing to . from a source so far away that mv arms slip gently around my soul and try to comfort it ' s tears. I am adrift from the swelling of my soul and I search for sigris that will lead me to that distant source. I express so little to my spirit that it never knows the answers and is but an echo of my mind. Senior Bruce Vollick catches in the early morning hours.

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The long school day has ended and two Elmhurst Trojans fondly say fare- well. r Life brings Changing Times We are together just you and I. You are the changing moods, music and madness of humanity. And I am the perpetual clock encassed in a globular glass, spinning on it ' s axis to the hum of the uni- verse. Together we move, gliding on the winds of youth and our path is lit by the burning souls of the dead. We are reckless for we fear only our own existence, and we thrive up- on the rebirth of forgotten souls. We shall live with each life and yet each life shall be but a segment of our own. The volume of our exactness shall be a mystery for all men, but for every man our music shall grow as he grows And in the end we shall sound like the steeples of Death — our message complete! John C. Hoard 1