Carlisle Military School - Rebel Yearbook (Bamberg, SC)

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dedication.......... administration. • . classes ....... organizations sports . . . . military . . . . features....... in memoriam. . . . advertisements .... billy lamas editor al ariail glenn chancer assistant editors daily monk stan la roche sports editors danny muckenfuss buddy hoffman business managers captain paul lawton faculty advisor

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men even re — jjust as they . . . some things 1 'Ii i nk the stars thems iht is a thousand thir foreword that’s how years are — so brief, so busy — dissolving into memories, memories, and memories of memories. tilings to remember £th to remember t If.- r — that sjwhat a yearbook's for — the t but wfa fto . . . rat year, reveille - r Th) ... rat year, reveille rthisiyea file yearbooks in the world could onc4e fiaif eafture lIL ’ - »l„Jt H • 1 J 1- . timgs, the better); v, young gentleman,” crisp, the he s ys itr t best is always lost. memories, memories . . memories that for some of us span half a decade at Carlisle — memories that for all of us will span a lifetime wherever we are , . . each moment is big business, forever, and only the years end — the rest is just beginning: commencement coming — with a salute and a handshake . . . a ring and a diploma, the applause of friends who soon are memories of friends. rather, that the experiences captured on these pages may never be lost, but preserved — not only in this volume, but in our hearts as well — to be looked back upon and shared always. a salute — a handshake — and it’s Finished; quite suddenly, quite surely, the year is gone, every nfbment of it — almost, it seems, before it had begun, before we were aware that it was going all along. for random reasons we, the 1971 rebel staff, compile this annual: not that years aren't ending every day. nor that this one of ours was more that fair —