Harvard School - Sentinel Yearbook (North Hollywood, CA)

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Do not ask what the phases of the moon, a reel of film and two weird char- acters had to do with the Class of 17. You have imagination. We were raised on the belief that the moon was made of green cheese, jumped over by cows and inhabited by an old man. We know it ' s just another airport up there. You have ambition. We knew that being first on the moon was better than being President until one day, via satellite, we cried in our space suits and saw someone get there before we had the chance Q be first. You have romance. We get to drink Tang upside down for a month and commute to a lot of white dust. You have words. We have compugraphic, demographic, ultrastatistical data on 6 years that moved so fast we have to start all over again before we begin again to commence, at the opening of the start. Oh do not ask us for an intelligent explanation. Ask Charles. Ask Thad- deus.

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f T ' was the night before printing . . . Charles sits alone on the moonlit left upper inside corner of the Harvard H, looking out at the field. In his hand he fondles the cover for the yearbook, trying to arrive at some workable form of organization to deal with the moon theme, which is a whole lot harder than playing ball, which is what he ' d rather be doing. The knowledge that the next day is J the deadline for printing, and that he has nothing but the cover ready, definitely puts a f damper on what might have been a pleasant evening of reminiscing. This definitely puts a damper on what might have been a pleasant evening, he says to himself. . . . Of reminiscing, he adds. Suddenly, Thaddeus comes tearing across the field. He cradles an immense can of ■ film, the contents of which are already spilling out as he runs. I ' ve got it Charlie, he screams up at the bleachers. 130,006 minutes and 47 seconds ( of the class of ' 77 . sv L Plodding down the stairs, Charles pins Thaddeus on the forty-yard line. Now look! I asked for a cover, I got some screwy moons! All I want now are some intelligent quotes, not a Tel-Star ' s version of Gone With the Wind! Grabbing the film, he races madly up ;, and down the field, until the last gleaming thread is laid out across the grass. Improvisation is the key to this game-plan, said Thaddeus, furnishing a pair of scis- sors. Well, let ' s begin. The presses start rolling in the morning.