Duxbury High School - Partridge Yearbook (Duxbury, MA)

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Dedication It is the function ofthe school to prepare us for society, in order that we might he good brothers. Our role when we leave this mother, is to he an asset to society. Duxbury Service Station and its owner are such an intricate part of our town that without them we would be lost. Barney's is an institutiong our parents buy newspapers, we buy cigarettes, and everybody buys gasoline. From sunup to Sundown, Barney's shelters refuge-seekers blessed by open campus. From the first- period free-blue-streaked-social-seeker to the after school-sports Can I use your phone ? stay late practice player and the I can't stand home, Homer, smoker thumber bummer ----- all the species flock together at Barney's . The attraction is the man with so much goodness in his heart that you wince when you think back to the first time you went there and you stole a pack of cigarettes and a chocolate bar. You did not fear. Can he see? No! Barney was outside. Over there ! It was easy. Ask an honest senior, he will tell you. And then you got to know the man and what he stood for. Barney believes in society, and like our teachers, is dedicated to the human race. At school we were taught to respect and practice the doctrine of humanism. At Barney's we learned it. Barney is a beautiful person. We all wish to be like him. To celebrate the effect he has had on our lives, the Class of 1972 dedicates this yearbook to Elwin A. Barnard. e , ,f- Y -1 l'!l-an.: lk I 5 . ., N f if JT ,yy ,,.,.?,tz, Ji.. '.a3'teM1y::'fe7'l'ti I - x , 5 A 7, fi t ,A ,,. '---- 7' K 4

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Celebration For A Gray Day Be quiet now and still. Be unafraid. That hiss and garden tinkle is the rain, That face you saw breathe on the windowpane Was just a startled cat with eyes of jade- Cats worry in the rain, you know, and are afraid. The nervous laugh that creeps into our room Is throated in a voice beyond the door. We hear it once and then no more, A distant echo tumbling from its loom. Our time is measured in another room. We know days pass away because we're told. We lie alone and sense the reeling earth. You whisper in my ear it has some worth And I lean near to keep you from the cold. There are so many things that must be told. I speak of lost regimes and distant times, And moon- eyed children swirling in the womb, And legless beggars prophesying doom, And afternoons of rain spun into rhyme. The patter of the rainfall marks our time. As does the waning moon. Or muted sun. As do the nodding gods who ride the sea, For even now, alone, and still with me, You sense the bonds that cannot be undone: Our pulse is in the rain and moon and sun, We take our breaths together and are one. 3

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v film X ,ogg Q M Fgaofl Si., Seniors The Partridge is a historical medium produced with the purpose of preserving the high school experience for the departing graduating class. For this reason, a large portion of this yearbook is devoted exclusively to the senior. In introducing our diverse class, one searches for char- acteristics which are common to all of us, those which distinguish the class of '72 from the rest. In truth, there is no stereotype for members of this class. Though we may share common experiences, our only common trait is that we differ from one another. To compensate for the lack of any unified pattern in our personalities, the following pages deal entirely with the senior class as individuals. These pages afford us the opportunity to learn even more about our fellow class members from their own creative expression. Q Q 05050 O 905030, -9