Wayne High School - Sentry Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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It would be so easy to crawl through life on hands and knees, forever dependent on circumstances To never get out of bed. Every morning when the alarm rings, and we know that 8:00 am begins another day of school, this cadence again thumps in our ears. But we find that if we don ' t get out of bed and go to school, we will lie awake and do nothing. As much as we scorn such bourgeois things as school, without them we would spend our lives in bed. And existence in bed is too ludicrous to imagine — too quiet, too colorless, too old. Drowning voices on the bus, the shrillness of the cafe- teria, the numbing whiteness of the walls. Blue eye shadow, blue lined paper, red-rimmed eyes, reddish fertilizer to melt the snow. Dirty windows, ciga- rette butts in toilets, slush, desk tops (plain or with the words). What touches us is life, and life, as Sonny Liston said before being knocked back into oblivion by Ali, is a funny thing. But to the main event. Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. Here we have magic. A slight of hand, a passage of time we ' re months or years older, we ' re facing Mr. Davis, shaking his hand. He ' s pushing some- thing into our other hand. What ' s this 7 A certificate? A diploma. (Clockwise from above) Dennis Dun- can, Greg McLemore, Donald Loyd. The long and stainless a-la-carte line, Lori Briner, Myra Franke; Claude Kip- nisMime

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