Seekonk High School - Seekonk Yearbook (Seekonk, MA)

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oe 4 The ventriloquist and her “Go ahead ... ask him.” dummy Our own Charles and Lady Di “Have you hugged your 1-2-5 DIP teddy bear today?” What does Tom know that “Smile if you know what’s Thursday, May 13, 19828 — Faded Memories Dave doesn’t? good for you, Gen!” 9

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Tonight’s the Night by Sarah Krupowicz MEMORIES! OUR JUNIOR PROM! A night to remem- ber! A so-special kind of party that brought together friends, neighbors, faculty, and a few ‘guess-whos’ to really enjoy each other’s company. Special-effect- services were provided by law-enforcement gentry who arrived under-dressed for the occasion and mingled with the promers in the lavs and halls — all to keep a watchful eye out for vagrants and thrillseekers. Needless to say, they were not needed ... really! We had every- thing under control. What could possibly go wrong? How often do you see the jeans’ crowd all decked out in gown and tux, gliding gracefully (dream on) around a dance floor in each other’s arms? Jonathan Gallishaw! Who let you in here with those sneakers on? No wonder everyone insited there was something ‘squeaky’ going on around here, Can you believe it? There were some couples who actually got lost. Well, they got there late. How else can you account for such negligence? Come to think of it they didn’t seem to be at all upset about it either and we believed them. Oh, well ... “Where ignorance is bliss Our round-table dinner (not to rival King Arthur’s success ) was heaped as high with fun as it was with food. Let us not forget to pay homage to the eminent class sculptors who transformed the ever-accommodating pota- to into a work of modern art. True, something had to be done with it— so much of it was doomed anyway. I knew we should have had McDonalds cater it. How come there’s always a few people in the crowd who’ll do anything for attention? It’s true! — someone fainted dead away in front of the whole class. And how about that girl in the super gown who got sick? She was what? — allergic to the root beer she was drinking! Could it be ... it sure smelled funny. Now I know why so few people drink it. It obviously goes bad quickly. And the Patriots ... they took us by surprise! Who would have guessed they would be wallowing in the hot tubs while we were having our pictures taken beside the pool? Fate is kind in some ways, but it was almost im- possible to look in two directions at the same time. Ah! — remembering ... not to forget the queen and her court, the fast slow flow of evening’s music andJean Williams’ ice cream dance, a post dessert caper worthy of raising Fred Astaire’s eyebrows. The wine goblets and beer mugs — what a nice gesture! How thoughtful of them to remind us that we were not old enough to drink — liquor, I mean. They were empty, of course — you remember! — truly a momentum worthy of class senti- ment if there ever was one. So to the evening — a toast! to memories, friendship, laughter, and the unnoticed tear in the corner of each eye. To all who planned, worked, and helped it become the unforgettable evening it was, a humongous THANK YOU from each and every one of us. Queen and court (1-r): Tracey Harrington, Steve Colicci; Cheryl Allen, Ronnie Souto; Queen Kelly Henson, Peter Figueiredo; Tina Lima, Frank Correia; Christine Hayes, Kevin McWhinnie. Couldn’t you get him to “Do you ever get the feeling dress a little better?! that you’re being watched?” RRRIIPPP!! “Hey, look! ... a MOON!”

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