Chestertown Central School - Panther Yearbook (Chestertown, NY)

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 SCENE II: A street; immense bellows of macabre smoke issue forth from the school building. Enter the King and his entire retinue. King: Ho! What is this? Do my eyes deceive me? In the shadow of the night do I perceive a light? Jester: My Protector, restrain thyself to coke; fail thee to learn that it is only smoke ? Retinue: Yea, yea, 'tis only that which is given off as waste as is the skin of potatoes. King: Hola I Look! See that the vapor molds itself into omens of tomorrow. Let us interpret them whilst we rejoice in our wine and sorrow. Nobleman: Follow your eyes yonder; see that the name of each of us is inscribed within the smoke and rolled back into Heaven as were the scrolls of the ancient Romans -------- Art Tennyson: By the pricking of my thumbs; something wicked this way comes, Ken Murphy: Come high or low, thyself and office deftly show. Jim Roden: That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity, and pity 'tis, 'tis true; a foolish figure. Joyce Wallace: This is the very ecstasy of love. Shirley Hill: For there is no thing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Dayton Morrisey: The cat will mew and the dog will have its day. Theresa Wallace: Sweets to the sweet. Ronald Walters: Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles. Elaine Culver: Brevity is the soul of wit. Henry Harpp: You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Anne Sawyer: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. Bill Murphy: To be or not to be; that is the question. Rodney Warner: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day. Cliff Belden: To be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus. Marilyn Bennett: There is something rotten in the state of Denmark Coach Scholefield: Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. Miss Gorman: My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Mr. Brinkman: I must be cruel, only to be kind. (Exeunt) SCENE III: Smoke filled room. Enter three witches. First Witch: Come, sisters, our work is done and we have won. I have often heard it said: All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; each has his exit and entrance. Second Witch: Retreat! Oh, what fools these mortals be ; retreat! Ere the moon evaporates from the sky. Retreat! Ere we are nigh. And some day soon, when the world's grown wise, we will return and discard this disguise. Until then- All: Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. - - Ronald Waiters It

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Jean Gibb, Miss Francello, Florence Holmes, Vince Place, Marilyn Mart- zinek, Arnold Walker