Fair Lawn High School - Crimson and Gray Yearbook (Fair Lawn, NJ)

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Skiin down slo es 8' P Of snow-covered mountains, We toy with the dangers To show we exist. Yet sometimes our motions Are slower, more subtle. We write the equations And prove they Hold true. And movement denotes Intellectual playing: Learning is one Of life's greatest games. Sometimes our games Request o f us movement, Movement away From ordinary paths: So we discover There's no end to playing: Reaching for jump shots Showing spirit at games. Q , z H . '- 'A A 'L .g I .-N .V f 92,3 ff A A ' . in Vx X f A H , A 1 fy' fp it lg X x lf' X' ly A h V ,- N X' Q ' i Vx - - . sn ii fll Ig j, 1 1 4 - L And even one moment Of seeming inaction 'I Is in its own right i A A challenging game. as s ww I A 5- 'nf

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f There will be others That demand our creation To leave for all time An expression of sel Yet often we find There is strength in numbers: Creativity of one Sparks creativity ln all. One must not tie a ship to a single anchor nor life to a single hope. Crowds gather, Spirits are effervescent, Motions, rhythms, sounds Permeate the air. Why such activity? Where the attraction? Is there something to gain? This is a game. One of li fe's many, Emotions are bubbling, Hopes are sky high. Here we discover Clues about playing To last us a lifetime Through all of our games. There will be games That tease us to play them, I n which our illusions Beg to be real. E pictetus I . 5 1 v Sometimes we choose To be alone in our efforts, Attempting to prove Individual essence. . 1. 7, 4 - 4 ' 3 . Q f Q ,, N 6 -. 7' 'T 1 L' V iff' 'A :k!w ' 2- And what exists ' Now - ' n 3. The most dynamic of efforts 'A' , , - 'if ' 1 That truly expresses . 'F f 4 - 4 M1 I l i 1 5 I if I I A What each of us is. ?---- ' I Y 'f' 'F ' , i v iw 1 'ff 371.3111 1. :I

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K., , K - x 1 W r 1 .. ww . ,N x X 1 f , . , ,, .N f A Life is The Game And we are the players, Without all the playing We're just not alive! This was the lesson One fine man taught us. Our mentor and friend, He knew how to play. Mr. Dean was the master With all in mind We yield to the challenge, Releasing our hopes Like balloons to the sky. W, ., L'5,:J'i-H M 14 ii' 1, ,Ez : '-Q? 1, s :, 3 iil E' I' No matter the people Who play along with us, Of li fe's many challenges. He gave us the dreams, Sending us on our way. So true to his memory, We reaffirm living, Becoming the players He would have liked us to be. We give to the game Our best hopes and efforts. Winning or losing, Weire true to ourselves. sk 1 73 -A 1- uhm:-,. s .. ,-,,,, 1,7 ..,.......-.,,..,, -mm.:g, -V ., No matter the style We choose to assume, Playing is living, The more games, the better. We dare not Tie life to one single hope. Now that the peace Is ours once again, Beauty, Serenity, Seem to be close. As the day has its goal, C A marvelous sunset Q We have set ours To strive for - Always. 5