Acton Boxborough Regional High School - Torch Yearbook (Acton, MA)

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FRED VILLARI ' S SfUOIOS Of SELf OEfCNSE C ()urtes ' of 69 MAIN STREET CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS 369-2561 Best Wishes Class of 1985 Jenks-Kinihall Realty Trust 422 Liberty S(}uare Road Boxborough, Mass. 01719 Phone: 369-1157 One and two bedroom apartments r James V Cerchiaro ROSE OF SHARON Flowers and Gifts J V (617) 264- 675 1 26 Great Rd. Acton. Mass. 01720 CLINIQUE Est6e Lauder CmdMIu mi fftgiincai Colonii([c totos. 24 Main Street Concord, Ma. 369-5000 LOCAL STORE SERVICES WITH DEPARTMENT STORE SELfCTION VAr ITVFAIK 191

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y 5TAT 0MtRS 60 FOR IT CXo y { 25 A.G. BISHOP JEWELERS INC. Acton Mall Nagog Square Acton, MA 01720 263-1295, 259-0148 MEMBER AMERICAN GEM SOCIETY V. r Congratulations to the class of 1985 A k % jk S 132 Great Road Cr Acton, Mass. 01720 Consu 263-1141 Health and Happiness in the Future to the Class of 1985 A.C. Chevrolet, Inc. 171 Great Rd. Acton, MA 01720 President, Treasurer Robert R. Moran 263-3381 V 190

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r Farewell, my friends, my path inclines to this side the monntain, ours to that. For a long time you have appeared further and further off to me. I see that you will at length disappear altogether. For a season my path seems lonely without you. The meadows are like barren ground. The memory of me is steadily passing away from you. My path grows narrower and steeper, and the night is approaching. Yet I have faith that, in the definite future, new suns will arise, and new plains expand before me, and I trust that I shall therein encounter pilgrims who bear that same virtue that I recognized in you, who will be that very virtue that was you. I accept the everlasting and salutary law, which was promulgated as much that spring that I first knew you, as this that I seem to lose you. Mv former friends, I visit vou as one walks amid the columns of a ruined temple. You belong to an era, a civilization and glory, long past. I recog- nize still your fair proportions, notwithstanding the convulsions which we have felt, and the weeds and jackles that have sprung up around. I come here to be reminded of the past, to read your inscriptions, the hiero- glyphics, the sacred writings. We are no longer the representatives of our former selves. Love is a thirst that is never slaked. Under the coarsest rind, the sweetest meat. If you would read a friend aright, you must be able to read through something thicker and opaquer than horn. If you can read a friend, all language will be easy to you. Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love. — Thoreau ' s Journal Best wishes from all of us at RALPH JORDAN Textiles of Acton 192