Brookline High School - Murivian Yearbook (Brookline, MA)

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On the eighteenth of April at eleven-o-five, Our decadent schemes we ' d pursue and contrive. We’d hop in Mels ' car and go to the sea, Na, just blow off A-block and watch some T.v. Dreams of wanton disorder; the prom . Straight home from school; cut grass for Mom l call for my wine; I call for my fool, where is that sophomore; he’s breaking a rule. Seniors are kings, we ail do proclaim, but next year, l fear it won ' t be the same. For all petty tyrants, here’s a kick in the crotch, while a senior right now, you ' ll soon be a frosh! Dante Counts Virgil Yoder Homer Tischler mi 19

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SENIORS Midway through my seventh semester, Burdened with tasks; Smith, Dudley, and Metzger, Huddled beneath the noxious vapor, College Application . Senior paper, l started awake to a blinding light; ’Twas Adam A. and his bottle bright. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Pete Polishuk and eight cases of cheer! I rose from my desk no longer distraught, For here was the life l long idolized and sought. Such vices l watched in their glory unfold Sloth, indulgence; excess untold. 18

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Ekbal Abdelbary — Thank You Mom. I Love You. — I Liked B.H.S., Certainly Not The Food. — No More Final Exams. — Teachers, Be Firm. — Students, Do Your Best. Debbie Abrahams Accept me as I am, so I may learn what l can become Thanx: WG., TC„ AY., DH„ JC„ JY„ GH„ LW„ BF„ TB., CC„ BJ„ TB. Adam Elazar Abramowitz Show me a hero and i will write you a tragedy” Give me words and i will cry you a poem Give me love and i will give you my side of paradise. POWER TO THE RUGBY PUNKS Tana Agostini I ' m the night, I ' m the night, I ' m the dark and the light, with eyes that see inside you. Do what thou Wilt shall be the Whole of the Law. R. Blackmore Aleister Crowley Donia Allen We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered. — THE PROPHET — Laura C. Allen Everywhere Down the centuries of the snow-white world, came people, dancing, singing, to drive the Dark away. — Susan Cooper Why Are You You? — Y.R.U.U. Tony M. de Almeida Milton E. Alvarez LIFE IS FULL OF MANY WALLS WHICH ONE MUST CLIMB. THERE ARE TALL ONES. IF YOU LEAP OVER THEM YOU WILL SUCCEED IN LIFE. THANKS: MAMA AND PAPA, AUD, ASTRID, TED, AND CRYSTAL. SUE REMEMBER ALWAYS: MY BABY!” AMR (PHAROAH) AND ROB Joanne Amendola Dawn Adelson The room and the mirror seem to be playing a waiting game. The cat has made its move, the fountain has one to play, and the thousand eyes of the angel in the chandelier above gleam beadily, and say the next move is up to me Which side is the mirror on? Robert Allen Tough Times Don ' t last: but Tough People Do! J.E.P. The Bohunks Thanks M + D 143 Di-Di The Post FAT MAN Be Different! Lia S. Armelin 20