Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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in Production WHO TOLD HIM? It wasn ' t the swelling of the oceans that told him. It wasn ' t the deafening roar of thunder. Not the absence of daylight or the overcast sky. No, not even the splitting of the earth or the murderous winds, or the animals ' unceasing shrieks. It was the people who told him. It was the people who fought and rioted and were dissatisfied, the adulterous people who murdered and worshiped money and what money could buy . . . It was the people who could control life and death who told him that God was dead. Nanci Sullivan, ’70 THE 60’s Dropouts pickets rebellion draft boards recruiters bootcamp Vietnam. Marc Bingham, ’70 Lawrence High School Marching Band New England Music Festival at Lawrence High School 9

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Experiment and Mood Terminate it seems so sad that so many people come into my life and then so carlessly walk away without a backward glance i want to keep them with me forever but they’re all faded faces and i have nothing to remember them by nothing to touch nothing real maybe people are supposed to be forgotten even if they have walked away with little pieces of my self Debbie Handy, ’70 Photo montage by Gail Hendricks

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Packed Festival band plays to capacity audience My beautiful dove, Why envy the ugly eagle ? 1 gave you a gilded cage. Noel Pogorzelski, ’70 Marching band vocalizes support CLOSED EYES If this were my world. Ah, but isn ' t it. Would I see what was mine ? Would I truly see what was mine? The hawks violently making their kill — I would surely not miss them. But the doves — would my eyes be closed to them. Turning to shadows, clutching their prey. And making the ' blood drip silently? Thomas Skomro, ’70