St Agnes High School - Palm Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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AFTERNOON Craggy tiled roofs flecked with sunshine bake under the hot Peruvian Ra. Bronze berried children Shriek in a courtyard a chant of ioy. Women wrapped in bright stripes, clothed like one ultimate zesty blanket. The men-and their wine-dusky bottles and swarthy cheeks-sweaty, workhard bodies lean back to close their eyes once more. Barbie Hall '74 perhaps it is the quietness that makes you so immeasurable or the hisses of sunlight skipping through your hair or gleaming in your blue soup eyes. or maybe the love of heaven or green earth-trembling daisy bright or child prayer. -or perhaps the sharing of eye rain all in you and me for both perhaps it is the quietness of these that make you so very immeasurable. perhaps it is only quietness then, that can watch quietness with knowing eyes. you are so immeasurable what a very loud loss to be blind. Mary Sue Scarciotta '7l ln a flash and a blast of red He comes! The Looooone Rrrangerl! lwith His faithful Indian pal, tontol for truth lcredol for justice lcredol and the American Way ldona nobis paceml From the pages of yesteryear He's white, tonto and silver-bulleted. Have you ever seen Him, tonto, beneath the mask, I mean? Maybe He isn't really there . . . right, kemosabe? ls it all credo to you, too asitistome... But- He always gets His man. Mary Ellen Woitasiewicz '71 Sometimes i feel P E 4, ... f R Q l o o M 3. .. E un -h cv T : L E R atll LIHM U! Sheila Nally '72 the crack resounded iust short of forever when his head slammed the boards. -a hollow sound. resounding and resounding . . . as the roar disappeared. They were all silent now. -each one stretching to see the body crumble slowly painfully, to the ice . . . and lie still Penalty-number l7 signals the ref and again the roar . . . Cathy Swiatek '71

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