Hamilton Central High School - Hamiltonian Yearbook (Hamilton, NY)

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ELAINE LOUISE CRUMB If words were golden I'd be rich, but since silence is golden I'm a pauper. MARK DAVID CURTIS The true art of thinking is keeping your feet on the ground while reaching for the stars . EDITH LAMAR DRESSER A toast , exclaimed the hobo lifting his tomato can. Here's to de holi- days! Bless de t'ree hundred and sixty-five of 'em. MARY ELLIS Silence is as deep as eternity; as speech is as a shadow of time. 30

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MARY ELIZABETH CROUCH I can't say whether we had more wit amongst us than usual, but lam cer- tain we had more laughing which ans- wered the end as well. MARCIA ANN CHAPMAN Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior, the years are quickly past, an armload of yearbooks , and memories that last. MARYONNA SUE CARROCCIO Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life. DAVID LESLIE CROUCH The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. 29

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DEBRA ANN EX LEY Will you walk into my parlour? said the spider to a fly; T'is the prettiest parlour that ever you did spy. J NANCY FORD We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed, but as in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is the last drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses , there is at last one which makes the heart run over. VICKI L. FREEMAN DONNA GALLIK I want to wake at the gentle drum To be on my way is to be home. of dewdrops from a tree, to know that I may go or come, and feel that lam free. 31