Cherry Lawn School - Cherry Pit Yearbook (Darien, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1968 volume:

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M 'F' -an if A ,1.J,f .Aww Truly the light is sweet, And a pleasant thing it is For the eyes to behold the sun Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth Before the sun and the light and the moon And the stars are darkened And the clouds return after the rain . . . And the dust returns to the earth as it was, And the spirit returns to God who gave it. Ecclesiastes sienna prosceniurn sequoia window-frames open unto the lands of the sun stars and burnished flora of a shadow's grave P. M. ' 1 .,:vsw' ff' is' fe A 9 'IO 11 'I3 i w 1 'I4 an -up ...qu an .pa- .-1 - ...uw- una on vu nu 1... --as 4 Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make To keep a drowsy Emporas awakeg Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, passing, or to come-W. B. Yeats Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.-Robert Frost 19 ' w W 20 W x N 1' 7 .mv N A ,,,, , , J Q u f L-BvM ., mx X X, ..,, ' 1' X L., X rg X rg X ,xf ' , J I X4 XJ, , uf.. x, -' , .,,, N Q I A 22 F' I 3 23 7 xv K figv '-W Wnfwm ' ag Ei N 2 5' me K gf NSE, , Ni f N- , U 5 as Q Qw X R Mg 4' ' W2 ay mv ,nj ,fo -wg ,MW Q -...f ff 4 WRX ,N ,N W 1 1 , 26 Y, , 7, , ,741 - W' u M 1, f S R , 1 2 I x ' x Councillors, jugulars, suck-eyed with glee, Oh for the veins of a scrumptious J.P. Tremble you aldermen, town-clerks beware As I hoover the veins of your succulent mayor. Dylan Thomas I T w I small children with multi-colored tresses sing their fantasy songs of innocence. very few they laugh-of defiance and anticipation. there are no children playing houseg the only game is one called Breeze. For Breeze, each blazing hair on each triumphant head is tied to the next. the vibrating rainbow a fiery hair, glazed eyes and now winged breasts glides endlessly across the blue . . . leaving not even an already broken rocking chair undis- turbed. are left not participating when Breezes playg for Breeze has become almost a life, rather than simply a game . . . Oh, is it now safe to push open my broken screen door . . . to walk across my creaking porch for some almost-fresh air? no! it can not be done, for the Breezers', have taken even that away. a howling laughter slices into and destroys everything that isn't part of that glaring, blaring, illuminated coloring book inthe sky. what's too be done, but weep with horror until the day they send out a Hnal Grasping, seeking, searchingg finding a way through distortion.-E. death to grandma. Oh, grandma has lived for so many years just waiting for a sunnier tomorrow-but the only tomorrow is one bringing the incalculable amount of gleefully-wickedly-mysteriously-power ful little children who will linally change all the tired old into rock . . . and change youths' hollow calling demons into a blazing infinity. nanci sue tone xx YF my x SSS AR Fascia? X X -Q M: A 1? 'X Periwinkle Purple the treasures of childhood like poppies and pansies and spring green grass, wave in a big breeze . . . swings and someone to push you Ctheylre in your own back yard! . . . bright colours and crayons and a big ducky colouring book . . . bright brick red happiness and sunflower yellow feelings . . . all in a day in life . . . a spring like night with the sea and the ocean and the midnight sky . . . thistles and roses and big furry dogs . . . brown velvet cloves and fancy pink clothes . Food for thought: nice periwinkle purple socks, and shoes to match . . . . . . Pine trees and mahogany stumps . . . blackberry picking and mushrooms galore . psycotic cookies and mindmolding crackers davy crocket and cinderella wrapped in a w 5516 Laura Schoen r J l 33 And you just keep lookin' for another Somebody to be your brother But they never seem to have time Cause they're too busy trying to climb The walls of mediocrity one that soothes the blind . . . And tells 'em that its fine For one to ignore a mind, And a heart that really needs . . . And a soul that really bleeds. Honesty is diregarded ikoyalty ignored Instead, the cupboards' ransacked where the painted smiles are stored. And you just keep looking for another Somebody to be your brother But they never seem to have time Cause they're too busy trying to climb . 4 Bilwright KS + Q N W N A :QE 52 WE? 55? xiii. Si--gif' A A i 5:5-1 i if Q ? H lf -bw ,wi KEN L. fwwwm I .Q Xw,X T mm M ,iff , rgfw , . rl I v W iQ ' 5563? W EM Qi 'W f,1,v' iw , ,. Y, W3 4, ,Mg 7 ' 7 QQ 'f , i 7 5 wf'i5'Wf 55 N 22, Wm' 7 J W someone,s back hugs every wall . . . someone's feet smile hello or Wave goodby to everydoor . . and a face shall push itself through every Window Even the architect, with his panels and bricks and blocks-has our human movement strong in mind. This thing reality to seek to keep to iight to have and pride that makes exixtence true not mocker taunting secretly self is beauty fullness dedication world is it Y A story beauty brilliance richness immensity discovering anew glow and the Where has it gone? newness excitement beauty where is the Love it comes . . . Love is 38 W I 39 V 9 1 i W Q 1 4 W r 41 ' x , 1 X 42 And I, an empty shell With nothing ever to Give. Life leaves me out For hungry mouths and Death takes the fill. Fran Spiridon W a 45 Along The Road To Hell Along the road to hell The guilt surpasses joy The stomping on your hands leaves them bruised and useless The people they all laugh At the pain that's in your eyes They say you've done it to Yourself that they, they were no part of it They crush you ,neath their Store bought shoes They sneer so when you whimper They harness you with bare beliefs And facts so needless and Morals empty- And your life is your own And do as you please And make the best of it they say Along the road to hell. Julie Bogner K W 47 i 1 E ' I Two faces, Are they one? Are they three? I met you twic Have you met Q11 QU 0 C CDA KOQJ AB gg 0? Y YN fe Q, K7 'CON X to pf so 4 Q! YC X YP D 6015? OO 339, Qmv Q63 Q03 00 0059 Qfp Xxowb 53? Q, UN Ye fp WP O bw QSO W' XY? We X0 Q5 ,S-at XX Qc' 5 -591 vga. Q'-VX ffxxot 30 Xjxffxtv so Q GXOQQWQ WAN Af feipflpbfff XQQJK wg y . :DS 0125 WUXQJ QXUNBCCDCR X I DON wwf Q3 Cgofixgfo 'BQ OQ6 CJCV WO Now there are four faces. O6 My images fleet O 6 Through thgendfess etegxifty W9 Siififssaizii And through Until they are one jts 49 1 i + 1 50 My mind travels round an irredescent globe filled with the madness of this world and it's grief, And around me, and my mind, the joy and love of this world sway in constant rythm with the heartbeats of those of us with hearts. Will you break the irredescent globe of ugliness? Please! Turn out it's light. Please turn out itls light and let happiness engulf me, swallow us live, and there we will live. -Julie Bognor Shadows clouding my head, burrow deep in my soul, my body slowly crumbles, to black pebbles and grey dust. Dig deeper into that black lonely pit, only to find more shadows, death is upon me. I can feel it coming. tdreary times-they shade my life the sun has gone and left me cold . . . and evil . . . and full of self pity.J There's corruption in my body, that virgin mind's gone bad, crush out the lust and passion, those sinful desires, A are driving me to eventual death. This gyrating body is mine, my breath circles outside, this languid, ghastly, uninteresting person is dropping .... is dropping .... yes, has dropped to his death. -Laura Schoen My mind pays attention tothe facts of life. Allowing my heart. leave to roam in love-filled forests among passionate oak. To open it's eyes to smiling seamstresses. bakers and lovers To see the restless resting- The fate of ignorance. ugliness and grief of Julie Bognor 54 55 . - ffl- fTiNwAV5AVY1iC E sa E La Q E E E if I E 5 E s F 9 2 8 E X 5 J. in unday afternoon he sad falling leaves take my hand and swirl me up the old streets where i met dreams reality falls with the leaves and is lost in the gusts of wind. the canadian sunset 'died in flame as we watched across the rock shore and rippling lake water that looked like the Rhine at dusk. I look for hours on paintings on brick and poetry silently printed with chalk under the gas-lit houses and soft summer sky. thru the low hung blue fog I can hear distant trucks and the moaning disel horn somewhere a guitar echoes the rising moan and love whistles in the night jts 'W' Y 'W N 1 1 1 W 58 My little playmate Come out and play with me. And bring your dolly three Climb up my apple tree. Yell down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends, Forevermore . . . more . . . more. A Children's Song 1 N Y W i N i w 60 j-fn qoclvq 'X0vDVb 'D Nui 'WCTU 9-2 wh DECQU52 ' awww, 11 DMT qtlk LN HE?-2 ! Em TPP5' Q W J v QSC' 1 woNuEv whq? 'lc iiitlflf DEQCEAJ Qwo Thgr' qgmr book' He HL , 61 Q63 - qv 'fl ..- ogg 3 D, yooz cfnoueeswdg DEEPLY C1 Mo 5 dr YS ii-fwvxh 2:13 2 2 X- SEEKS 3232 H3-'Sager V8 x- , 0- 42-55:2 'Q- ?'5g 45-35- 03-95 -3063 fzafifi 29252 V34-syv-i 62 mu RN As I witness the execution of a few close friends I smile inwardly as my outer self cries with each moan of the now encircling crowd No longer the burden of responsibility will be placed upon my ever weakening shoulders But- also with the loss of obligation a greater personal foundation is taken: security jts 64 65 STRIVING S SUCCESS? 1 V 5 1 68 zwifffw WM N 1 1 1 F 4 'fl g Q Q 3 , , i52f, L x i ll W , l ff kk I 4 9 4 1 , l Air is far too cold Chapped lips have exhausted me. How do you fry snow? Nanci Tone 'Fifi v. . 7 73 Dear Seniors: I am thinking today of the eight gates through which individuals and generations pass from adolescence to responsible maturity. The first gate is that of Confusion . . . confusion between authority and freedom, theory and practice, confusion in re- gard to morals, standards and values. Confusion soon leads to Anger and anger in turn often leads to Protest whose forms may range from apathy all the way to rebellion. Protest, too often poorly conceived and ineptly executed, goes unsatisfied with less than total victory and it is only a few steps from dissatisfaction to Frustration. Then comes Withdrawal with its bitterness and self-pity and wound-licking. Hopefully, close upon withdrawal comes Meditation with its self-searching and self-appraisal, and after that, Purpose. Purpose is the gate to maturity. It leads to a viable adjustment to life. For many purpose is an end in itself, but that is stopping just short of the goal, for the journey of fulfillment is not complete until one moves beyond it to Commitment. . Individuals, groups and generations move from gate to gate in varying periods of time. Sometimes the sojourns are protracted and painful and other times too short to be significant in memory. On certain nights in the Vermont countryside where the road rises and dips along the hills and valleys, each depres- sion is swathed in an obscuring mist making forward movement fearsome and hazardous. So it is on the journey through the gates to fulfillment. . Much depends upon the stars you steer by. If adequate, you should know that by proceeding cautiously you will soon emerge from the mist into the starlight and be ready to climb yet another hill. The tragedies of life lie in the paralysis caused by fear, apathy or resignation which cuts the trip short, leaving the in- dividual group, or generation in a state of arrested development. Your generation seems to sashaying between the first five gates. The impact which Maharishi Mahesh Yogi is beginning to have on your generation may bring about its entry of the sixth gate and hopefully lead on to the seventh wherein the Alice's Restaurant kind of world will not only be seen in its proper perspective but be revealed as not only vulnerable but ready for change. Getting that job done will require all the commitment of which your generation is capable. That will be the testing hour wherein it will be determined whether your generation will bequeath to its children a better world than it has inherited. As I contemplate the Class of 1968, l sense a difference from previous classes. I have a felling that some of you have al- ready outstripped your generation, moving toward true purpose and commitment. If that is true, you have more than repaid our efforts in your behalf and our hopes and best wishes go with you. Sincerely, A. A. Medved 74 Dear Seniors, I truly believe that each of you wants to be an honest, honorable, loving and lovable person, capable of achieving suc- cess and satisfaction in work and in personal relationships. Certainly you must have discovered in Mr. Zuber's history classes that we, in the present times, have much to learn from the past, from its mistakes and failures as well as from its victories and successful endeavors. Why, then, should you think that you have nothing to gain in understanding of life's problems and values from anyone of the older generationn? We do not, like Lot's wife, turn into a pillar of salt for should I say cementj at age thirty! In- deed, we can and those of us at Cherry Lawn do continue to learn, to question, to weigh, in many respects to change with the years of lifels experience. We yearn to help you avoid unnecessary and harmful errors, to seek and to find the most desirable avenues of human progress. Communication is a two-way process. We listen to you and understand much more than you realize and we ask that you, in turn, listen to us more often and weigh seriously the values of the standards which we believe will help you toward a constructive, productive, and worth - while life. If these, my farewell words to you, do not strike a responsive chord today, I am sure that they will when you be- come the older generation with children of your own! Devotedly always, Lettie Lee Craig 75 4 w W W f A - Y .4.. ,sg 1 I 1 6'The essential thing is not to estrange our- selves from the World, not to regard our- selves as separate from it, independent and hostile to it, so that we then complain of our solitude and forlorn state in a universe which has become meaningless because we have forsaken it. . . . We must never leave the stage. We must go on acting in the play. And there is only one Way in which we can be a part of it, and that is through love and worship, sym- pathy and solidarity with all beingsf' Incognito-Petru Dumitru xXx . A the beautiful that we will they bloom 81 M i l 83 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. ST. LUKE 2:15 E 5 85 V DEDI CA TI ON If discipline is defined as the capacity to perform duty under normal cir- cumstances, then courage can be described as the capacity to perform that same duty in crisis. And heroism would simply carry performance beyond the normal demands of duty. Under such a definition, any person or group of people acting as so described can be called heroic. Heroism need not be constrained to physical risk, but may be succintly and universally defined, in the words of our Armed Forces, as action above and beyond the call of dutyf' On a bitterly cold and windy Sunday night in early February, Stein House caught fire twice. The first conflagration was quickly doused, but the second went beyond control. Moments after the student and faculty residents had evacuated the building for the second time that night, the stage and gym had become a live furnace, the music room had exploded into fiames, and the entire third floor dormitory and roof were engulfed in one incandescent mass that flared all night and smoldered most of the next day. To single out the heroic individuals who performed far beyond the call of duty that night and subsequently would not only create a staggering logistics problem in selection, but would also ignore the true nature of heroism itself. One set of houseparents abandoned their belongings to lead their charges clear of the doomed building while another set began the enormous task of housing the displaced youngsters. Student leaders of all grades and of the dormitories and the Council took charge of the mobilization and the super- vision of the evacuees. Non-government students surrendered their beds and contributed clothing to the Stein House boysand girls who had fled their rooms clad only in nightclothes and bathrobes, while administration officials began already the task of organizing room locations, dining arrangements and reconstruction for the school plant as Stein House flamed less than a hundred yards away. Most significant and most heroic, perhaps, when the immediacy of the emergency had passed, the entire community restored its equlibrium and returned to normal duty, but now operating under most abnormal and diflicult circumstances. Boy's House lost its Commons recreation areag Swedish and Manor House became almost unbearably congested with additional residents. Stein House boys and girls lost the privacy and freedom of their former gormitory life. And they continued to perform. This is the true meaning of eroism. It would be well within the safe and conventional tradition of this publica- tion to dedicate this book to one outstanding faculty or administration mem- ber for devotion to duty. But in a larger sense, this would overlook the oldest and strongest tradition of Cherry Lawn School: its faith in its students and in humanity, and its belief that only the actions of the students are the true measure of the efforts of the staff and the caliber of their education in this community. On that night of the Stein House fire and in the months that have followed, the faith, the efforts, and the education have been vindicated by the heroic performance of the Cherry Lawn student body. It is to them that we the staff of the 1968 Cherry Pit dedicate this book. H 1W,, , f ,www -.Y-ii SY QS 'S 4 Q 1 i r I LS. 4, 3 N 3 if 1 vp no 3 fr av M 52 .fi ks W' .af Q 3.5 V by beg A M 3 K ' W, 33 'a,,-M,-j ,fifxs-in xgyfa 91 Lk ,f N, 'xi-Qff' ,MQ ANS i 5 1 xqfm sf T s Af :I 5 C 5 3 s 3 vw? w 'Gnu. sundried, . . . starched bracken Q 2 S. 'x silhouetted shadow-scratches are varied shades of lamp black Dewar- Exe., u lshmalrod ugbdrax-Q01.vvvd'E-RS .H,.QbU,x Cceued. CLD-Qrhfhawn, LINE... Kees!-Aer, , , -S-mef'cPsA.'P, U XkqQ,,Q,'ll1eebeeb2.v2-needs fxead' QQ-,faur-h Nfklaeea see. He walked the longest roadg He swam the widest riverg He shot the straightest arrowg Then he stopped and said, I am immortal. He climbed the highest mountain He flew the fastest planeg He saw every sight to be seeng Then he stopped and said, I am immortal. He caught the biggest lishg He wrote the best book everg He found the biggest diamondg Then he stopped and said, I am immortal. He fought and killed the devilg He walked with Jesus on the water He sat on the kingis big throne, and died. J if wif - ...n Y Q mm 4 I , N A Q . ,pf J 1 , .. df., ' A f , Ihefndiesssu g'Think as I think, said a man, I ,.-0 Or you are abominably Wicked You are a toad 1 , 4 I ip 'P ,, 53 , it I 'tw-I ' 'Q -fff 6:1155 W .5575 i . Y v ,f i a r e A titles! X - 4 il l l 5TT'f r J y i lg- if e W , wr an '- , fm ' , the , 1 , ' f I K Q . r I '33 . Q ., Milf ,Q 5 , 96 vi But as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart: How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of alonenessg and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. Yet I cannot tarry longer. The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark. bu! S linda sternau When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall yind it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. To have courage to be freeg T o be self-awareg To be alive. alan cohen sam 1 pak Anyone can fill his life up with things, . 'zt he can see but just cannot touch. Good bye, good luck, struck the sun and the moon to the fisherman lost on the land. He stands alone at the door of his home with his long legged heart in his hand. kit butters XN I5 9. , w xi Q, af A nf! '. jig 5' nf .N V -E .K A -J X ' FN X . Q, K tl wk I came in blue, Nothing for Nothing. QW N Man Alone, on the move. SX N0 matter what will happen to me, XQSQER I will forever be. 'X G.C - Tbeucn- m :mei- olhe. Ba' 'lilglq Ren! Fawn. It toad 61' CLS. 'PNN I1-iq V166 boouetl X new-M lkdq -pix GLC 104 Hs-s sommeR FGW 'Rw MQW 1. I me-4 NOx Aluunqa be. dvshkmw vo'-wi Cl'-M?-' y -- -- so 4, .0 mtm .gnc we Blk i'tlLcc. l0-.PTVIGAE ' TUG bcsf' A DMF 'J ' Flnnf e. When love beckons toyou, follow him Ram 3 1 ' Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you, ricky diaz ann-marie gray i efisgrag W5 if, jeanne kimmerly Though lovers shall be lost . . . Love shall not. Life is dropped, to be picked up and examined. It passes slowly quickly, unknowingly. Catch it, conquer it, love it, live it. dennis osrow , awnmmmp -1 fake 1 ' 'f j 5:22 gf: .5 Y i up M T he guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ ginder cries. The cracked bells and washed out horns blow into my face with scorn, but it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose . . . cheryl berger david Iacount john roscillo Love comes quietly, but you know when it is there, because suddenly you are not alone anymore, and there is no saddness inside you. She loves to Live And lives to Love, happily. Friends, Brother, Sister and HIM H joanne golden CVE! WEN Hub hat, been One Mellofdyfaf '- 1 'IIAZWI6 PF. QL-Q wrakeiw l i good lock l 'N Nqxwamqsa su5Mse6 xlovnem year! X .Rove Yoo! Millie Crllaxtthov dennis langwald debbie jaffee Imagination is more important than Knowledge. I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self Why was that so very dijicult? X . vw, .1 ggi-ggfutw, KLA ruth beck ,.wf,iLgtg'L ,efgistigif Grabs? H. it, Iv, KJ, Il- K ,bmi fl 1.-- ,XJ Q . .2 H w- Wt ,Lp ff, Come f f fxiyy ergiezfsaese QLU9-efef2LJ but at the windy tmtilfflgfilf V A Q17 Q snow hung gate ,' E jg Z' X A QW ,N . , , , L, A :ff ,Q ff if XJ ti' is knocking still went tgefttgywgffifgf 1 f , , Q 4 ,A h ,ffl , ff nf, Af' .0 lily 9l,Lf,L ,waging rftfewgfexfiffqj . pl ,W 053.-fd , .-4 17' - Ig., ,K e ,f'g:fL19aEfiEAf15Z L ? 'V 'f QMOAJ as it Q xv it it f si 4. bob jay My friend peers in on me with merry wise face, and though the sky stays dim, the very light of day, the very sun's self comes in with him. N Q, O LJ Q Q, Li it K Q3 3 rt E 4- 5 Qi '0wl?'V mark mitchell All this was a long time ago, I remember, And I would do it again, but set down This set down This: were we led that way for Birth or Death? Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go. We wanderers, ever seeking the Ionelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day,' and no sunrise find us where sunset left us. janet meizner 106 jerald kreppel To accept life without defeat by it, rather to'triumph over life without a denial of it. T o face freedom, truth, and to understandg leaving to each land, to every person something. Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? kitten leone n1p 55,55-nf. 1 monica dever But 1, being poor, have only my dreamsg l have spread my dreams under your feetg Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. WM, 108 adele kessler Come run, jump, skip along sam, A very happy man I am. . . to know you're well and you're doing fine: Kind of puts at rest my mind. QS 'Wa lissa lynne breslaw A'And do part myself, never Else just time fails. I wanted to be friends with you .... Y olitude. blue ice. feb little miss ice water was stopped one day. where have you been? what shall you do today? you must tell me! her reply and a smile- Why, those answers are buried, you shall never know, but the sun is out. . .and now ican rest. nancy tone ,W L ,A gg 1, .W . ylggwgigf , ,.f,,l,fQ',, ' , -wwawgyt Ms, ,, ' Li 'M' oz emi :L 5 wi ff Sit Viv' - 3 J , - V+ 4' 422-fe' ol, , f in - g g ,Qrf,K?QrfgV5 w-.',. f v ,sot, k',-IW Vg V I V , 4, - 'mu' A i f re as ,, ,- ' . f A ' gk L' , s 109 diane grossman Whoever degrades another degrades me, and whatever is done or said, returns at last, to me. 'Sm When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you nearg to kill my fears to help me leave all my blues behind. For standing in your heart is where I want to be and long to be,' Oh! but I may as well try and catch the wind. judy handleman 17 elsbet mayer The little girl's mind: a realm of uncertainty . . . . . . Nick--names . . . a child's games . . . freflections: a wasted past. j Will there be tomorrow? Yes, there's always tomorrow. x at f, I tg mrs Z-mm if i seem flippant let me be for iam. ann gayle QT john borona What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes. Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. Success is counted sweetest By those who never succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sores! a need. william lindars iitki Q ken dreyfus Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: 'I will itl' RNS! Have faith and hope in the future. Understand and never be aloof. In your heart be warm, but strong. And never neglect the truth. brian drilich barbara goldman Two roads diverged zn a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, , I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you supposed, but far diHerent. carolyn white Q, fl K, 40 J Q www CVMJ! 9 ,Nfl L-ff' f f 1? nbwtfv lr m l . gmt' AL tj, HJ , QKKJ ,V A UU J Y full KVZMUV 6? ?f,f ff, li I' I, Avg X MJMJ ,r lfjfi 1,-Ut If LL W M-fwfkfa M ' ,iffy rqfqjl ,lin 1 georgia gojmerac If songs like crimson roses, Are culled from the thin blue air- Why should mortals wonder I f God hears prayer? ,., ,, J will Cy-X ...A 1 ww' VW, You can learn from everything, for even the simplest things bring knowledge. diane kulick Jerald Kreppel Editor Photographers Adele Kessler Bob Jay Gary Gaines Gary Teplitsky Linda Sternau Layout Editor Art Editor Mother of the Yearbook Bruce Goller Business Manager Darkroom Technicians 4 MarksEden1 Ade'le Kessler L Gary Gaines Chas. Lerner L Gary Teplitsky i Fran ,E -I Lp Dennis Osrow Photography l Editor Bin Wright - Literature Editor - Photo Credits Art Tullar Hank Gans Dina 'Baumgold Brian Drilich 5 was 'i ii Ron Wolf Mark Mitchell y A if W 3 Q it sz .l'yfwg 9 if i wx We ak, . 'xi' G NMLR ,. ,iw . E5 X Compliments from The 8th GRADE Gail Walker Nancy Stuber Susan Levi Michelle Krug Enid Levinson Cathy Conley Elise Samelson Barbara Livingston Erik Silver Danny Hurwitz Lance Hallock Fernando Dorta Ronnie D'Addario John Raphael Robert Leventhal Best of Luck Class of '68 From THE CLASS OF '70 Advisor-Mr. Reed President--Jimmie Kinnebrew Vice President-Frank Schaffer Treasurer-Gary Teplitsky Social Secretary-Fran Spiridon Congratulations and Good Luck To The Seniors Best Wishes, The Ninth Grade Forever They Come, Forever They go From a Deep Pool N0 one knows. . . As we sit and watch, A Majestic Flow of Life Issues The stars rise and fall, And are L0st,' Upward To a Thundering Crest Meanwhile They seek, Through the darkest -nights Downward To The Clouds, A Thought is now shining , , , created ' And they find they are one, For now they shoot Through the heaven . . . l Searching . . . Comphments Will they meet again? of Good Luck Thanks The Junior Class The Seniors of 1968 'H7 GOOD LUCK TO CHERRY LAWN COMPLIMENTS ITS STUDENTS AND FACULTY OF 1 MR. and MRS. MORRIS M. KREPPEL MR. ARNOLD LEVIEN I The Book Shelf Inc. BOOKS STATIONERY-PAPERBACKS LENDING LIBRARY-GREETING CARDS 25 OLD KINGS HIGHWAY NORTH 655-2712 DARIEN, CONNECTICUT The Travel Center Inc. 4 25-30 Old Kings Highway North CGood Wives Shopping Plazaj i DARIEN, CONN .-Phone 655-3958 1 Travel Advisors Who Have Been Therev 1 Cruises, Tours, Air, Sea, Resorts, Car Rental 1 1 It Pays To Advertise In The Here's To Your Health CLT . . 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Grlgst Antiques Compliments of The Fireplace Shop The Tool Box Compliments of A Wish For Your Health Tinols Luncheonette From Dr. Isaac Brodsky Best Wishes To The Class of '68 Compliments of From Land in Sea Separates Inc. Mr- 31 Mrs. Th01I1aS G3.iI1CS Compliments of Wheeler Real Estate COI1gIafUl21fi0I1S To The Class Of '63 1066 Post Road The Best of Luck To The Class of '69 Ross P. Wilkins, Real Estate Compliments of 1016 Post Road - Darien, Conn. - 655-9759 MT- 35 MIS- Ernest Jay 119 4 An enlightened man has but one duty- T 0 seek the way to himself, T 0 reach inner certainty. DEMIAN SYME Industries, Inc. 2019 John Fitch Blvd. CU.S. Route 53 South Windsor Conn. 06074 C2035 289-9591 extends best wishes To Cherry Lawn School, Darien, Conn. in Their New Dining Hall and Kitchen Facility Printed by BRADBURY, SAYLES, O'NEIlL-PARAGON f as -: . .- ., 1:2 x 'Er r , -:gg x gig . ? Il, 'I- i ii mug . .- E5 ' I.. Fifa IU I in .1 E .-. Y I 5 f 2 E :- Ei 13' ft 1 1 E 'I 4 E ? I X