Buckingham Browne and Nichols School - Torch Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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RICHARD BRUCE MILLER ABRAMS Year entered B 84 N 1963 The deadliest enemies of nations are not their foreign foesg they always dwell within their borders. And from these internal enemies civilization is always in need of being saved. The nation blessed above all nations is she in whom the civic genius of the people does the saving day by day, by acts without external picturesquenessg by speaking, writ- Rfzrfiazz Claornf 10-12 Affembly Committee 9-12 Clmirmmz 12 Bllfiilgil' Slnff Cf7t1f1'77lz111 12 Stzzdefzl liarzrlty Repre.re11n1fi1'e 9 Vfzrrily Bfzxeball 1 1-1 2 Varsity Barkefball 11 -1 2 ing, voting reasonablyg by smiting corruption swiftlyg by good temper between partiesg by the people knowing true men when they see them, and preferring them as leaders to rabid partisans or empty quacks. --XXf1L1.mM JAMES 1842-1910 JEFFREY W. DUNN QDUNZOJ Break 'm out poolside 9 years The Hodgecar is gone un, jeesh Veteran of all fests Bud talls memories with my pals cooked ham and cheese beer pong No, Iguess I'm not the highest scorer in the league 25

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A fire in the woods Maine '68 The three quarters began. The first note sounded, measured and tranquil, serenely peremptory, emptying the unhurried silence for the next one and that's it if people could only change one another forever that way merge like a flame swirling up for an instant then blown cleanly out along the cool eternal dark . . VVILLIAM FAULKNER To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow Creeps in this pretty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded timeg And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief cand Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE le! Baby Child as a man as a living grain of sand . . . Sitting on the ever changing shore, Greeting the sunrise . . . Picked up on the Gypsy woman. Hair Flaming Night as ravens even sleep . . . rainbow cloth l Tambourine complimenting her chant and choice of graces, And Love Her God . . . I actually looked upon her on my right . . . coming forth. And Baby Child then secondly looked his left to eye and 11 or 12 women, men and little ones approached: They clad in their masters wish: White robes swaying to be baptized. These two worlds crossed each other in front of me, when Afterwards, Baby Child slipped a heartful of ocean . . . Spat out the waste and walked upon the New Day. W JIM H ENDRIX