G Ray Bodley High School - Fultonian Yearbook (Fulton, NY)

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.iracfz 75 The word in practice was TRACK this year, and once practice started nothing else was given a care. All the girls had one thing on their mind, that was to do their best and work for time. The first month of practice in that little gym, was like we were being punished for some sort of sin. We did our best with what we had, and most of the time we didn't do bad. Then the day came we were out on the track, and found shortness of breath had suddenly come back. But finally we got used to running with air, and could run all day without a single care. Then there was Coach Blair who was always there, when we felt like quitting and just didn't care. And then Coach Brown who was really no trouble, when someone would win she would bubble. The girls went into a meet with confidence on their side, and they all had pride they just couldn't hide. Win or lose we never were down, even though sometimes there may have been a frown. Our spirits this year was unusually high, I think that's what may have got us by. Sometimes the bus was too full of pep, and I think coach would have rather had us slept. Then to boost our spirits was Natoli at the line. with a kiss and a hug and to tell us our time. At home there was Carl who was lots of fun, and was really a dud when it came to working the gun. The people of Fulton started to believe in Track, and publicity was the only thing we lacked. If only the papers would print our story, they'd find out about the track team's glory. In 75 we did our best, and proved to be as good as the rest. We didn't do bad with 6-4, and next year we'll win even more! Kim Smith I hate doing nothing I hate very little but I find time to sulk which I hate todo. I want to go away, and go away far, find something new- find something new in me, find someone new I can make happy. Sometimes I wish I was. I really wish I'll be and stay. Y M73 W If ly X , .mil 4' if MMQWW rn ff i. ' ' J 'll im Q W 1:5 ,'7fq 'i A . f lil hjywgwgifhw Y ,JM r-a-ff' .tlksttlfmw of I iff if my 1 I SfmvwW7fWi wi ll l l' ir-'W li lil li f 1 , tii,i'la,?,,,,in,i11i11x1ilIllllll Q A igwllliiii i . . I lfllw v , ' lfllwrllt fi iviil'ili inirlflllmliilll ii -i li ilk ., f i.lljl.,,,iiiz:l'l fl will 9 5 yi, f , i l!f1iWf4jHfKWp3yfWn K wai , 11 Vg If fm! 'ML Q! ,ll lllliu N 1 f, l ,ncmll W' W ww f+uMl w I tis. nj.. lwf' W i f ,,l'll! I If I in i ffl X Ni ff x I , , . llrmmf 'M-MQW M . 4 6? mt ywMWW, U I if , .m'll ESV 2' X K x 3 .4 M 'HJR 'Qi x? x lil N 'l ll l gy ll illmll, X . . ffl if' I' 1 If ZA. ,Q,l-e'i ' ' , Y ' 1, fi ll On your journey down the passageways of life, take time to hear the tales of others: Perhaps they have lived something of great value and beneficiary to you. Hear with an open mind the criticisms of friends and strangers, for in their dull ignorance or unterminating knowledge, they tend to notice facets of you that you alone would not. Enjoy individuality: you need not be a duplicate to' be accepted into the cycle of life. Conformity is a terrible waste of creativity. Above all, be gentle and kind, both to yourself and others. Be at peace with yourself, for it is often the only consolation at hand. Wendy Stone

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