Presentation High School - Pres Yearbook (San Jose, CA)

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yi ' -i ■ ■ ' r ■•-i -% ' fi ' ( ■• :■ Pamela Stowell Patricia Stowell If your heart is ful of love, you olwoys liove some- thino to give. What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us -Ralph Woldo Emerson Anne Strutner Peggy Sudyka Susan Taormina We do not remember days, we remember mo- -Ermo Wotetbucket Always leave them laughing when you say good- bye. -George M. Cohan A Horsel A Horsel My kingdom for o horsel (or a cowt)oy)l -Shakespeare Paula Tomlltz Carol Valdivia Uva o Ittte kM a Ittle. kive a tot. Thortu lor great times Pres.. fifends. the wtfe and espedoly Greg Where and why I ' m destined to go l t here and now ttKit ' s al I know Fade so fast. -The C3oabie Brothers

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t ' Jacqueline Sanchez Now I con continue on my merry little way, ' Domi Schiro Hi. (to be said in a low voice somewtiat lougtiing!) Christine Shannon Cioo Cioo bambino M.M.M.M. Look at that baby! Ellen Sherburne Life ' s battles won ' t always go to ttie stronger or faster man But sooner or later the one who wins is the one who thinlts he can. Rocky Bleier Kersten Sinclair Hi. (to be saw in a low voico somewhat lau( iingiy Joann Smith Heather Stanton As Frank Sinatta said, ' the end Is near! ' I say. ' But only u tl I find a new beginning.

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Melissa Van Breen -n ftv everything in my life. The things I like, n try them twice. -Lynyrd Skynyrd Cindy Vargas It was great while it lasted, but I ' m sure glad it ' s over. Laura Vollmer Lynette Weiss ■rve just tsegun to live. So much ot ife ahead, so many roads to choose. ON My WAy TO TOMORROW. -The Carpenters Sonya Zimrrierman Don ' t compare your- self with others, for you may become vain bitter. There wi always be greater 6. lesser than yourself. -Oesirata Dana Zullo Happy are those who dream dreams and are reody to pay the price to moke them come true. -L.J. Cardinal Saenens Pat Mazolewski 12B Pat StoweH 12C An Old song on the radio Brings baci faded memories and faces That I will never see again. An old song on the radio Brings back touches and words Too sacred to speak about. An old song on the radio Unknowingly. .. Tears me apart. -Pam Loman