Phoenix Country Day School - Phoenician Yearbook (Paradise Valley, AZ)

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Remember Country Day ' s First Prom? How in- dependent we felt when the Student Court won the right of appeal. Going back a little further, what a joyous occasion it was when the Court gave us the right to have long hair. Where are the innovators responsible for its implementation? Remember fiber- glass in our arms that belonged in the student lounge ? On the field and in Burch Hall, I can hear the ghosts of the J. V, Eagles and Russo ' s Raiders, Of course, there was the Country Day National Grammar Sur- vey, How strange it is that the Middle School Student Council once fought so that girls could wear pants in the winter, Whatever happened to the confetti dropping device? Why does no one now use the old clubhouse in the wash? Who harbors injuries from Tontazona British Bulldog games? Wirt was Student Body President, Varsity Athlete-Everything, , . 1 felt a surge of pride during his dynamic farewell address. Those who were here then will never forget the cheerleader squad under Polly ' s outstanding leadership. Cheerleader suits were more revealing then. They wore small one-piece outfits that would invariably fly up over their hips as they jumped. Unfortunately, I was too young to enjoy it. Herb, 1 want to apologize for stealing your shoe the first day of first grade. It was an awful thing to do. An institution designed to design the minds of the future. A school built to build the leaders of tomorrow. Until now, this has been the responsibility of the faculty, administration and oursevles. Now, it is solely ours. David Miller Steiner DEAR 46

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, , . nous ne vivons jamais, mais nous esp rons de vivre; et, nous disposant toujours a etre heureux, il est inevitable que nous ne le soyons jamais. Blaise Pascal Le silence Eternal de ces espaces infinis m ' effraie, Blaise Pascal Being aware of one ' s life, one ' s revolt, one ' s freedom, and to the maximum, is living and to the maximum. Albert Camus Manuel Ellis Tancer Le gravity est un myst ' fere du corps invente ' pour cahcsr les ddfauts de I ' espirt. La Rochefoucauld Let us go then, you and 1 When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question, . . Oh, do not ask, What is it? Let us go and make our visit. T. S. Eliot 47