Roxbury Central High School - Record Yearbook (Roxbury, NY)

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B S U D A G B 0 o O o A o o o D Q0 D u U ,F fr . 0 !, C7 PMPHECY of OF This is probably hard for the reader to believe, but soon after being graduated, the Senior Class turned into creatures of the water. Although I had noticed no great change, one day I was surprised to find that I had become a water bird, namely a Water Ouzel. As I was hungry, I flew to the nearest pond and dove in to search for water insects. I had hardly been underwater for a second when a large flying fish darted by, nearly clipping my left wing. Somehow I recognized it as GARY TYLER. GARY had hardly passed when I came upon a Goldfish commanding a sunken treasure ship. Of course, it was BOB SHULTIS. A shapely eel went wiggling by. Naturally I recognized the wiggle as MARCIA MUNRO'S. Suddenly I was terrorized by an approaching shapelese mass. It took the appearance of a whale. I flew aside and watched it pass. Close behind the whale followed an octopus, struggling with a bullhead. The bullhea was try- ing to free himself, biting savagely. I guessed that LETA hadn't changed much, and I sure felt sorry for BOB SCHUMAN. A gunfish came by. It was chewing an artist's pencil. I decided it was NANCY BROWER. A large flounder wallowed past, accompanied by a Blowfish. The blowfish seemed abnormally quiet, but the flounder was nagging it in a loud voice. I realized that CY and MARION had become fish, too. Finally I spotted some food. A ggppy was swimming directly towards me. I swallowed him in one gulp. The guppy tickled my throat with his fins until I nic-cupped. I was shocked to discover that I had swallowed VERGIL SLAUSON. A pickled herring floated past. I was sure by its zig-zag path that it was KEITH N. I perched upon a sleeping turtle and watched the herring. Suddenly the turtle stuck out his head. Darned if it wasn't SKIPPY GREENE. A large creature with a face shaped like a flute paraded past. I decided SMITH had played.a flute until he turned into a flute fish. I caught and devoured several insects and was about to return to the good old air KI was getting dizzy from holding my breathl, when I noticed a Qgygg. I flew over and perched by the window of the dive? B helmet. 'Get away from here, you lousy birdg I'm hunting Marine life,' shouted the diver. Could it be that NAOMI FOSTER was still pursuing her interests? I shrugged my shoulders and returned to the atmosphere, glad to know of the whereabouts of my class M8593- ' By Nwater Ouzel' Caswell .sf Q 0 00 0 0 O 0 0 In In O 00 ob Oo 0 ra g . 5.2 1 N 1 4,-'XD 16 Z, g t-

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P,--f 5 X Lk E IOR CLASS POEM BOB SHULTIS is the hermit of the hillsg He lives up there and hoards 810 bills. And a fellow, BILL SMITH, is often sitting Tooting his flute or maybe knitting. CY is the guy who has muscles galoreg n Sometimes we wonder how he gets through the door PHIL CASWELL, who likes to canoe Often takes MARCIA along with him, too. NANCY BROWER, who is our artist, Is also considered one of the smartest. NACHI FOSTER knows a Marine, And with him she is often seen. VERGIL SLAUSON is a quiet guy 'Til you know hlmg then my, oh my! GARY TYLER has a suit of green, A shade called uKellyu is what we mean. LETA CARTWRIGHT knows a farmer, And to hear her talk he is a charmer ROBERT SCHUMAN, the pop corn King, Plays basketball like anything. SKIPPY GREENE is quite a sleeper, But there are times when he needs a keeper. KEITH N. is the boy who's everywhere- And often that place is in some teacher's hair! MARION'S a blonde with beautiful hair, And when help is needed, you'l1 find her there. Two Poetic D R I P S PG, L nfwfw AW 1 9 . 18 Q 3, 33 ... l,l,d s f has Qifgae emma? ,M N. 3 51 L' , - I if fi' Q ffn wpfis'a I A g K