Friends School of Baltimore - Quaker Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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22 FRANK BOND, JR. Affiliation Committee—l, 2, 3 Vice President—3 Assembly Committee—1, 2, 3, 4 Mixed Chorus—2, 3, 4 B.A.A.—4 President—4 Varsity Football—2, 3, 4 Co-Captain—4 Varsity Basketball—3, 4 Captain—4 J.V. Basketball—l, 2 Varsity Lacrosse—2, 3, 4 Bazaar—4 Co-Chairman-—4 “Courage is resistance to absence of fear.” fear, mastery of fear—not Pioneer 1 ... often seen snapping his fingers ... bookroom buddy ... the original .007 ... spent all summer tossing the skin with the Caulb ... Football camp °66, 67, 68 ... Cathedral search party with the Caulb and Petey ... Senior Rot ... 1 hot blue VW and 1 blue VW ... Dash’s Bazaar Party ... but Helen, my voice is dead this morning ... this isn’t your group? season’s ticket to Harlan’s parties ... Nancy, do we have to wait for that @ !! dog? ... my idea of a double date is one fella with two babes ... sure you can cut in, Marcy ... Captain Bond ... Krice Price ... au natural with Richie and Billie ... Pet Peeve: girls who open doors for themselves ... didn’t anyone tell you guys that it is against the rules to go off campus? ... Clarke!!! ... We shall sym hing ... if you run, you'll win, you see—lost Sen. Pres. Election ... No, Saundra’s the smart one ... one of the fellas ... Jo Ann, when are you gonna’ grow in height? ... Franky ... that takes crust ... Jay’s little brother ... Only a boy ... Grasshopper ... Good luck ’69 gridders!

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HELEN ELIZABETH BLUMBERG “The way is love, the road is peace.” HEB ... accomplished iconoclast ... curly graying hair ... ‘“‘irredeemably mediocre” ... ‘“Weez, I don’t think so.” ....stage crew: all the work, none of the credit ... old Cos ... Jones, my buddy ... B.C.T.S. keed ... “It’s a rose, not a flower.” ... hearts to hearts with R.E.L. ... Fat Albert ... leader of the God Squad ... G.B. ... Humphries, my pal ... O.K. Mariano, play the role ... truck drivers ... “He’s so cool” ... Summer School with King Kong and Gloria Swanson ... a bookcase, a train, a mannequin; what next? ... Right!! ... Feeble Helen Day ... What’s a Hobbs? ... THE. Manager ... “That’s hysterical!” ... Yes, they’re twins ... “Irv, no!” James Brown?! ... terminal pleurisy ... I’m not articulate, I just talk a lot ... last of the great punsters ... Get it? ... Graham, let’s polka ... tea kettle ... outdoor Meeting originator of the H.E.B. Foot in Mouth Award take care. A small tree, rising between him and the light, stood there saturated with the evening, each gilt- edged leaf perfectly drunk with excellence and delicacy . . . “I want the second tree from the corner, just as it stands,” he said . . . And he felt a slow pride in realizing that what he wanted none could bestow, and that what he had none could take away. He felt content to be sick, unembarrassed at being afraid; and in the jungle of his fear he glimpsed (as he had so often glimpsed them before) the flashy tail feathers of the bird courage. E. B. White 2!

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MICHELLE TIARE. BOSCH You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. There is little to say; There is little, nothing, ; To remain; 4 : Emptiness. Heels click on stone halls, Sandy feet mark fading laughter As your life leaves mine, De ae Your being slips past my thoughts ; i Past? around, though, j Within... The winds of our moment me AS, ae Unfurl my mind, soul, Tossing me you over ever-cresting yesterdays Til time’s tides Perhaps wash our dreams upon a lonely beach, No waves breaking, No prints to mar Tomorrow. —J. B. Steinbach 23