Harvard School - Sentinel Yearbook (North Hollywood, CA)

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Though thev say all good things must come to an end, I can still justify the ' ■ ' ' - means. To those who enjoyed it or sixths thereof with me, little needs to be said. For those who cannot say the same, I hope either hindsight or ex post facto observations (depending on your dialectic) will show the way. For posterity ' s sake, though, I bring forth the following: to David J. Mael, A Jar for the Lid You Gave Away; to Kevin Ralphie Caffey, The Mutual Realization that Years of Study Meant We Were to Become Flunkies Nonetheless; and these quotes: for those who speak quotes, page 1288 of Edmonds ' translation of War and Peace , and for those who debate quotes, lines 3 and 4 of Bowie ' s Moonage Daydream . But seriously folks, tradition compels me to say what is most appropriate here. The people who have made Harvard what it will always be to me all deserve rec- ognition, if only for the sake of those who have the chance to spend a few more years with them. Many thanks to Messrs. Archer, Hughes, Koslow, and Radstrom for starting me off right, and to Messrs. Miller, Ozawa, and Schmidt for having continued later on. To Mr. Martinez, the Louis XIV award for excess in enthusi- asm about French culture, and to Mr. Smith, and LO.U. for some very rare cognac which I shall someday order you in Paris, hopefully being taken for a native showing the marvels of Paris to his tourist friend. For cultivating my appreciation of things outside pure academia, my thanks to Mr. Clark, Mr. Mar- ■golis, Mr. Stewart, and of course BIG MAC, TDW, Val, and all my friends at the W.F.I. At last, thanks are hopelessly inadequate in goodbyes to Fr. Gill, Mr. . Humphrey, and Mr. Murrow, who have made me feel what respect and admira- tion combined u ' ith friendship are all about, and who ,, ■ have inspired me to try to command the same some- day. Oh, and for those who can ' t understand this page, see either Wond ' ring Again (Jethro Tull) or David Frankl, the only other Harvard person to appear here. . . . . llm

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Entered 1970 Left 1976 fW I, James Carroll, also known as El Pork, bequeath these words of wisdom to the following people: To Steve — Catalina nights and babes; a bottle of rum, ice, daiquiri mix, blender and no electricity. Friendship. To Tommy — Black Cadillac, La Jolla, and some of the most insanely rowdy times of my ado- lescence. Friendship. To James B. — Serious B.S. To Chic-Kun-son — your sister, fringe benefits included. To Bennett — T shot. To George — The JV season and Coach LoPresti. To Glenn — Malibu 2 to 3, mum- bling. To Billy E. — A life supply of tapes. To Kyle — Hickory sticks. To Lock — 4 more inches and college basketball. To Arch — The girl at the Dodger game and criticism. To Greg P. — Needle, needle, needle, stick, stick, stick. To Tofer — the fact that you never cease to amaze me. To my brothers — I give back everything that you gave to me plus Lettice and Susi. To Malborough ' girls — Another year of Harvard boys. Yes, I ' m talking to you: Liz, Laura, Lynn, Ann, Susie, Mary Ann, Marcia and Rose. To my sister — Happiness and good luck in future years at Malbor- ough. To my Dad — 2 loves, Mom and his boat, the Mahalo, plus sincere thanks. To my Mom — Love, clothes. Hypoglycemia, thanks. Thanks also to Mr. Ameer, Sr. Corcoran, Sr. Dees, and Coach Thran. JAMES CARROLL

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RICK J. CARUSO m Live the life you Love, and Love the life you Live. I, Rick J. Caruso, known better bv rumor than by truth, do hereby bequeath the following memorable items of esteem to my closest friends. To Jimmy, I leave Jack Daniels, a mirror and a brush, an easy million, and my sister. To George I leave a Salvo tablet, My name is rancho, and a full moon. To Ben, I leave a Viking Sword, a salad, and 12 sets of tennis. To Tina I leave clean up the boat, but more importantly a love which is not always apparent. To Bobby, I leave mammary glands, titii Maybe baby, foof, back room rug, midnight cruises, hit tnat swell, and luck. To Jeff D. I leave a new western civ book, Nancy, Maycon, we ' ll see, don ' t worry, great arguments, a new car, ' 75 prom, miss- ing good times in Newport, four years of friendship, and all my prob- lems. To Dave, I leave iggies, foof, heinies (dark), Indians, wait, let ' s listen to this, a bouy, Chicago, B.N. ' S coui of cuppie, ugar, a trip to Santa Barbara, ya, this is Caruso, and a wasted year! But to all my good friends, I leave good times on the Arriverdercci, midnight cruises, all nighters, and memories of us all enioying good times. To you I have an eternal friendship which has gained a trust and closeness which few ever experience. I would like to thank Mr. Berrisford, Mr. Ameer, Mr. Archer, and Fr. Gill for their guidance and inspiration which they have given so will- ingly to Harvard. And a special thanks and appreciation to my parents for giving me the opportunity to attend Harvard and for their guidance, love, and understanding. 28