Proctor High School - Proctorian Yearbook (Proctor, VT)

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MICHAEL BEAUREGARD h'Here I am full of fun, School is out. Thank God I'm done! Mole, VOC. Mikey, sloned, parties, Beeregard. STEPH EN BUZZELL 'hl do not exns1 :o be like someone else. that is why I am myself. Not fake nor a carbon ccpy. For :1 we do n01 act like our- selves who are we trying 10 tom hm our- selves. Teabags, ballet. drama, Godspeil,. Oh, shut 'up Andrea. szo, Mr. Presudent. guggles, KISS. SCOTT BREWER After the ship has sunk, everyone knows how :1 might have been savedh Brew, barn, 13. Church retreats, Carello. Ircense plates m machine shop 3, .0, whaIJ'AyF. ,J LIZBETH CACEHES When you return 10 mm chxldhood town. you find it wasn'l the town you longed for i it was your childhood? LIZ, Buba, Wobbly: Spic, Que Pasa. ReaHy?, Gona be classy, It's lust ano1her Tequula Sunrisef 5 2 shoe $ize2y 13m pany. ' BARBARA BUSHE God grant me the SErEr'IITY1D accept me things i cannm change, Courage to change the ThIF'IQS t can. and the WlSdOITI loayways tell the dliference. Paul, Madhauer, Blue d015, Michelobe, 1he But, say what?, orbn. panies 31 the pond, always stoned, crushing, Pepsw addict. MARK CHAPIN There is only one success - to be able to spend yom Me in your own way. Mouse. 4-H, Voc boy, 64H Nova. machinist, carpenter, snowmobiling

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KIRK ABRAHAMSON We have medicines to make women speak; we have none 10 make them keep silence. Jodie. Milter, male chauvinist. tuck, Chit- tenden Chuck, slob, madhaner. McAdoo. we're going to get blaaasted. ceme- tery, scratch. Lifehs heaviest burden IS hawng nothing to carry. Rugged Richard. King's Dept. Pontiac, Kansas City. Sylvia. VOC. Mechanic. LINDA ANDERSON Magic is the key to most peopie's dreams; determination is the key to mine. Ron, McDonalds. Goodie 1t 1 ?, crow, root beer, tears, '64 Nova, French Ill, Lake Bornoseen. Hoinross, sailing, Da. ANITA BALLOU Laugh and the wortd laughs with you, weep and yau weep alone. For the sad old earth must bormw its m1 nh. but has trouble enough of its own. Chittenden Qll'l. t'Oh Baby, braces, Toots. Misa Ballou? I'm, here!. LAUGH, Mt. Woman, 'moose fur! Right, M57 Cros- by, rowdie, talking, Weell, heIIOw BettylttReta. JOSEPH BAKER Martyr great Ideas have been lost because the people who have them couldn't stand being laughed at. Petco, mechanic, voc boy, that vome. madhatter. WILLIAM BEANLAND We are students of words: we are shut up in schools and coueges far 10 or 15 years and come out with nothing more than a bag 01 wind. VW boy, Chittenden, ski freak. southern Dov, Deb. ya'll, bagels. Kinnev'sl flat lander. Crockett, Mike. sugarhouse, late again?

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ELAINE CORLISS DORIS COVELL MICHAEL CURTIS ' You can't give peopXe a piece of your Mother Nalure planted grass here;1or it What we really want in tife really isn'l mind and expect ihem to believe you're was her wayofsawng HIGH! anywhere, It's usually somewhere else all there. Instead. Coma, Come to Bonanza. 300, Texas. Quiet, aH those books. here I come! Cuniss, Bones, Mr. Manager, Worm, Ya Know, Sgt. Cus. Air Force man. Dreams. K TERI CURTIS EHNESTCUSHMAN JOAN DAVIS I like work: it fascmates me. I can sit I see nothing with red eyes. I know Successw ofteniusranidea away. and look at It for hours. nothing with a fuzzy brain. VOC, S-C skiing. Horses, 4322, M,A.S.H., Ari, Cus. Bball camp, Conrad, Wobbly, Petao, VOC. Torrfs fender bender. Auto Hiking. Dead Babies, 3 piece suits. Ya Know, Body, The Gut. Kllllngton. that voice, WOwl . NH really hits me where I live!