New Bedford High School - Crimson Log Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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1974 CRIMSON LOG STAFF Editor-in-Chief: Debbie Foss Graduate Staff: Nina Alves, Jeanne Buckley, Ruth Gonsalves, Janice Houde, Mary-Ellen Malone, Debra Martins, Sue Rutkowski, Rosalind Severs. Graduate Editor: Louise Merrick Faculty Staff: Kathy Cotter, Nikki Fellouris, Wendy Friedman, Robert Gagnon, Carol Kennedy, Peter Rapoza, Betty Tsouprake. Faculty Editor: Baunie Jones

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A massive, solitary rock stood like a pede stal on the top of a high hill. All its waking hours it could observe the happenings of the surrounding countryside. For millions of years it just sat there, watching all the changes occur while it remained intact, only a rock on the face of this earth. Soon, it began to notice a change within itself, a feeling of becoming smaller, of wearing away. It took many years to realize this slow, constant change. The big old rock pondered the problem; rains came, the wind raged, days and nights passed and still it was puzzled. All the while, this altering of size continued until one day, accompanied by a resounding thunder, the rock split into many pieces and scattered down and around the hill. The earth trembled and animals ran and hid to keep clear of this fatal avalanche. The gigantic rock existed no longer. All the birds that perched there soon found other places and in no time at all, the great rock was forgotten. One day, one small lonely stone, the size of an acorn, looked around at all the other stones in wonder. Realizing nothing at all of the great explosion, it could not imagine how all these stones came to be scattered here and there. Wishing to learn more about what was indeed perplexing, the stone began to roll itself down the hillside. It began slowly but soon picked up more and more speed until it was racing headlong and the further it rolled, the more things stuck to its sides and the larger it became. When it finally reached the bottom of that hill it was going so fast that the stone, now at least ten times larger than before, found itself at the top of another hill where it came to a halt. There it remained, still pondering the events that had taken place and speculating about the future. That was all it could do, for the present. .. Janet Aalfs

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Contributing Staff: Sharon Cambra, Joan Douglas, Jeannine LaFrance, Cindy Moniz, Mary Ellen Yehle. Sports Staff: Sue Kestenbaum Paul Sitarz Art Staff: Gary Benbenek, Dave Correia, Paula Doyon, Cathy Gersin, Stu Robinson, Shelley Simmons. Art Editor: Gary Golas :