Gould Academy - Academy Herald Yearbook (Bethel, ME)

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CHRIS PESTANA To Nasty John Chasse, Our unspoken friendship will never be forgorren. Lore nighrs with sporky Bikini strappers-roo much ro list — Tommy Turtle soys well, good morning'' When I leave I don'r know Whor I'm hoping ro find When I leave I don'r know Whor I'm leaving behind . .. Goodbye everyone, and fair rhee well. A special rhonks ro Mr. Sruorr for keeping me in school. Ger facts, Lox is Max!! JOHN CHASSE CHA Aaiviries:Soccer,2,3,4,Boskerboll,2,3,4, Lacrosse, 1,2,3,4,Opium Den Dweller,3,4. All you rouch and oil you see is oil your life will ever be. There is no dork side of rhe moon really, os o matter of focr it's oil dork. Thanks ro Mr. Newell, you're rhe best! Chris: Hey mon you ore rhe greatest. We've got whor ir takes. Good luck pal. Robin: You're rhor something special I con never describe, everything and then some. I wish you oil rhe happiness in rhe world. A flower in rhe desert. I uh . . . you know rhis isn'r goodbye. 16

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chrissy McCarthy SUSIE. • LITTLE DEBBIE” Try and enjoy rhe here and now, The furure will take core of irself somehow. Gross is always greener over rhere.” — Howard Jones Barbie you'll olwoys be rhe besr! Flipper and Moo — Thanks for o greor senior year. When I’m alone in my room ... Moo, I olwoys fried ro help. Mr. and Mrs. Dohrmonn — Thanks for olwoys being o friend — summer of '67 Bill — Thanks for being rhere and being you. We ore each rhe ourhor of our own lives. We live in whor we hove creored. There is no way ro shifr rhe blame, ond no one else ro occepr rhe occolodes.” B.T. Bradford MEGAN K. McKEOWN MOO All rhe places hove rheir momenrs, Wirh lovers ond friends, I srill con recoil. Some ore dead ond some ore living. In my life. I’ve loved rhem oil. Lennon+McCorrhy I con'r possibly give individual rhanks ro everyone who hos conrribured ro my sroy here or Gould. So, for feor of leaving anyone our. I'll hove ro pull on infamous, you know who you are.”-There ore some I need ro menfion by name. Susie(Chrissy) ond Flipper(Berh)- my suiremores”.Living nexr ro you proved ro be o new ond differenr experience. Thanks for oil rhe good rimes(wirh Wilfred), rhe Rirz Birz, ond your musical culrure(shock). Mrs. Sruorr ond Mr. Dohrmonn(ond company) — your help ond supporr mode oil rhe difference. Thanks o million. Adorn — Follow your dreams.(and you rhoughr you weren'r in '0 Mom+Dod: I guess now mighr be o good rime ro fell you how glad I om rhor you've SSP’s. I gues oil I needed was o big push ond o lor of rime. Thanks I Love You. Oh,Yeah. You roo Kelly. If I don'r see you no more in rhis world. I'll meer you in rhe nexr one . . . don'r be lore. — J.H. GOODBYE 17

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MATTHEW AUSTER GOLDBERG Thus must if be, oh, wise friends of Donny. The chord rhof bound you rogerher is cut. The mogner rhot drew you hos lost if's virtue. Some stronger will own the house, some joyless relative of Donny's. Better than this symbol of holy friendship, this good house of parties ond fights, of love and comfort, should die os Donny died, in one lost glorious hopeless assault on the Gods.” — STEINBECK I hod little personal jokes with oil of you ond it meant 0 lot to me to put them in; if unfortunatly was three pages long — thank you — you know who you ore. Endless thanks to Dod, Mom ond Lew for support ond foirh. Thonks to the faculty for awakening my slumbering mind ... Remember the Boji stone Mott! Emily:scory stuff huh kid?!! We re done! I love you more than any other woman in the world. You're my best friend, my support system, my little sister, my big sister, you're my sunshine day dream, my dancing teddy bear ond of course my crob monsrerlDon't ever forget how we met, we fought over opening the window in Mr. Dohrmonn s history class, the first day of school. 1 LOVE YOU!!!! DAN STEINHACKER You soy the hills too steep to climb Climb it. You soy you'd like to see me try Climb it You pick the place ond I'll choose the time And I'll climb the hill in my own way Just woir o while for the right doy And os I rise above the rreeline ond the clouds I look down . . . hear the sound of the things you said today. — Pink Floyd To:Pere, John, Chris, ond Mott — Many exotic jouneys ond strange trips lie oheod. 19