Jefferson High School - Revolution Yearbook (Bloomington, MN)

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Whenever I say the word I I realize how alone I I has no sister like we. or brother like us. but TELL ME Blind man. how can I express lo you the beauty of the woods, the sight of the sun’s rays reflecting from a daybreak pond? My silent awe is all I have to offet. KRViN.T NVL % % % is an only child. Whenever I say the word I I realize how alone Deaf man, what can 1 do lo show to you the feeling found in a love song, or a newborn’s cry? I have only my tears of joy. I is. I sees families like them, and hears voices like ours, but I is an orphan Yet we and us are always together, and where there is we there is us and the two become one. and are always together. We and us. Yet them and ours remain as a family, a corporate being. Them always needs ours, and they live together, exactly the same. Them and ours. So sometimes I wish I was not in I but still not i And you my crippled friend, cannot took back on a childhood of chasing balls and buttcrflys. 1 do not understand. I’ve been fortunate, capable of experiencing these a , but some of their beauty is still inaccessible to me. M aybe this beauty is youts. by Pam Schmidt WC or even them, for us and ours can never be anything but we and them, us and ours, together. So I would rather be a me or myself. Fori me has brothers and titiers, and myself has a large, loud family, hut me and my self Mill contain I and still need as much as I need we or them, for I am Ns wx V AVm% V s mVj vwA, W l 0 A'jO lV 'j TO} s k kc k pm $ «ct To} Vei . .kt wsvNtW«vTOytjt. VttTNHWS 'jtSVtttoj u 'NWViTO TO} totoL Nly wt «uKt NUV,wtw« wVat, my som scctos teM wA W. wo ow%cr tw, ow o vw Vj - Vo mt.wy tmvttmmvm. Owthusjwa mwbunMts Wm VQ anvj -K w|iwbvVtViNt'j(sw m vise, isv w A vmvts tv$v v mt, tojv Tht Wets , m touch vbw Iks' tt x to vA xltiA. Tbvsto Vnv 'vs te, IWviAmiKA swtA w'sMv ttvt'KWVsw , settvo v ek ie . bgiite tewA KVfottVi VjliMiVhtpti b) Nancy Elder Ik

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 Mind if I cul in? It’s my turn to dance with Thompson.' Hold the dance! I lost my contact! Swing your partner, swing him low. swing your partner and-a-dosi-doe.' Rick Sarff shows an opposing player some fancy footwork 2S

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MEMORIES OF CAMP There I sat. The big sophisticate from the cities. The one who could not live without crowds and shopping centers. There I sal feeling as I’ve never felt before. I sat in a place that looked like a small campsite, the kind used for sing-alongs.” There were tic-rail log pieces descending down like scats in an amphitheater. All around were the green and brown colors of summer, and the smell of pine trees and fresh air. Over the tops of the trees I could see a beautifully blue river that was wide enough to be called a lake if one didn’t know for sure. Sail boats were breezing along and I could make out people on the boats if I looked long enough. But, what I really noticed was the quiet. No. quiet” is not the right word, for I could hear the laughter of children somewhere below me playing in the water, and squirrels, or the like, running under the bushes. And crickets, the heavenly sound of the crickets that only make noise when it’s peaceful. Yes. peaceful, that's a much better word for it. And now whenever I’m feeling stifled by the crowd, or tired, or lonesome, I think of that place and smile. For I have known peace and that’s enough to carry me through. bv Peggy Newstrom Jefferson is like a faucet. When you turn the intercom on in the morning, everything runs. Knowir a VuKe Kave bedn, T a.r ) I o.yy otoifvv ■Sui) I ajsf JUST Kr oco'«r r i J by Anne Hclmick Revolution: slow and plodding. inactive, bumbling. procrastinating. until. The time comes, draws near. Panic, anger, chaos calamity. Unorganized, short tempers, a race against time. Then, it’s done. Relief, peace, and again, procrastinating. by Sue Meyer A smile may be worth a thousand words. But yours could write a book. by Linda Goodoicn 27 KORNER