Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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FOREWORD In this age of larger and larger masses of people, not everyone is put into a position of responsibility ; the ratio between the number of leaders and the number of led is increasing. Thus major emphasis is being put on the men and women in control. The editors have taken this position with regard to functions of LHS. This book is based on the concepts of motivation and excellence; the people recognized on these pages are the people who, we believe, supply most of the energy to carry out the many and varied activities which make LHS what it is. Kenneth D. Ketchum The production of Lawrencian ’67 followed the customary pattern of LHS yearbooks, with origi- nal high standards somewhat compromised in the pragmatic rush to get the book off to the publisher on time. Production turned into a pan- icky mess as we realized, in the late spring, that next to nothing had been done. With edi- tors struggling to maintain some degree of meaning and originality, this book was finished in late June, a result of many long summer evenings spent in the process. We can look back only with wonder and a sense of humor at some of the lofty ideals of the planning stages and hope that its readers will find satis- faction and enjoyment in its pages. Mark G. Denman CONTENTS ACADEMICS 8 ACTIVITIES 62 ATHLETICS 96 ADVERTISEMENTS 123 s

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Excellence Is Often Measured By A Particular Quality LAWRENCIAN STAFF Editors-in-Chief : Mark Denman, Kenneth Ketchum, Patricia Ortins ; Managing Editors: Christine Augustyniak, Linda Ben- nett; Special Features Editors: Judith Brauneis, Donna Spoon- er; Technical Editors: Priscilla Couto, Jean Martin; Advisers: R. Curtis McKee, Production ; Robert J. Reid ; Business Staff : Anita Barrow, Martha Canning, Barbara Dailey, Karen Deem, Janet Hampton, Bruce Linnell, Margaret Viera, Scott Walker. As if that house, so much like a ticket-taker’s booth at some rural carnival, edged in bright but dirty yellow, had, vanished, receding into the scrub of pine and coarse grass, and leaving me with the dryness and sound of the road — so I saiv the summer pass. Not in glory, a blast of cold air sweeping in from the North, but in quiet grief, in a turning of shadows — the shift of a dark head at parting, with lowered eye and a single tear. vW

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