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

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Y i-.Q to fi, E D by Rr sident - If - ,CbatewMlinQ Z ,L CQ M56 GL!! ' ember,'Executivs Sec, tary. o clerk of f ' l lboutm - , 2 Aff ,iw if ,Q-QM Eff ' . X' I egi rzhfa igrhturej I sI:I.Ecr1vE sERv1cE SYSTEM NOTICE OF CLASSIFICATION This is to certify that MICHAEL R GLENDO1 lFirst, mmf-may MHQQ iniliralj cum mime! Selective Service No. .V ' 1 I ' l 19' 125 i 53 V C156 l . . . 1.3 Q H Q 2 I is classilled in Class H W until W, 92 Tl by Local Board nnloss otherwise + checked below: 2 D by Appeal Board -E sss FormI10 qmv. 5-25-eva qPrevious printings are obsoleteb qApproval not requiredj Q NK' it QQ wma M -f' Q , ww N Robert Barrows

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ROBERT FROST What we anticipate seldom occursg what we least expect generally happens. BENJAMIN DISIRAELI JAMES GEORGE VOUROS, JR I was ROSS PARKER to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know. gratified to be able SAMUEL CLEMENS

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I'Thaf'5 fight, AMHERSTI 1 IJ Q My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, an everlasting vision of the everchang- Q -1 ing view, a wonderous woven magic in bits of blue and gold, a tapestry to feel and see M 19 impossible to hold. 5. -CAROL KING S - m E What men believe is a function of what they are, and what they are is in part what has '15 ..-. happened to them. g 19 -WILLIAM GOLDING cv M rs' The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but never that of having had one. , -SENECA Thanks to a pretty Penny, Bruce, Family, BBYO and other odds and ends for 17 wonderful years. Between Man of the Past, Present, I... ll : I Upon examination of my most and Future, and Think for your- A A .. A , , profound philosophy, I found self, Icouldn't decide. i ' 2 myself to be quite insane. ' ' S, -ANONYMOUS Q . 'U' X N f,,,....yy', Q -.,. Media-man. Please, don't ask. You'd never believe it anyway. I stay. I linger on, remain, Upon my rumpled brow my destiny is riven deep In heiroglyphs by hammerings of God Who, ambled on my head, did leave His mark. -RAY BRADBURY Mark Eliot Vershbow 30 SIGHSIGTSICTSKHPIC 51:IeU:Ieq hpzehplelaeg