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

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I’ve seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend. But I always thought that I’d see you again. Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus, You’ve got to help me make a stand. You’ve just got to see me through another day. My body’s aching and my time is at hand, But I won’t make it any other way. TODD CHARLES COCHRAN “ROSEY”

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The Final Voyage You are on a ship called the S.S. Hamilton. You are slowly moving onward in your path, slowly making your way to your final destination, therefore, making this a final voyage.” For the class of ’88, they have just come aboard this magnificent ship. It is the be- ginning of their final voyage through high school. For the Class of '83, they have spent many long hours on this ship, and they are finally near the end. This might, however, be not only the final voyage for the people on board the S.S. Hamilton, but also the last voyage for the ship itself. Tenative plans are being made for this small vessal to become a mem- ber of a larger fleet. The school board of Hamilton Central and Morrisville-Eaton Central Schools have been meeting to deliberate the pros and cons of merging the two schools together. Mixed feelings are throughout the school as no one knows the future of HCS. The Final Voyage also represents how the graduating class will be branching out into many different directions. It is not only the end of their high school years but also an end to childhood. It is time for them to take on new responsibilities and move out into the uncertain world. So you see for all the students at HCS what will happen next year is not known. That is why we are all, in our own way, on The Final Voyage. Theme—3

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Dedication Never before has a yearbook been dedicated to two people. Her warm smiles and his bad jokes made passing the days not always seem so grim. Many a period flew by as we fought to remember the shapes of the states and to win a lollipop. She spent many hours being a cheerleading advisor, listening to our problems, as well as kicking us out of the halls and the library. We respect them as they have respected us. We appreciate the countless efforts which made our days a little easier. Our voyages will take different directions, but we will be stronger and more confident because of the time that our paths crossed with this couple. We the class of 1983 proudly dedicate our yearbook to. James Barbara Mlasgar Dedication—5