Wallenpaupack Area High School - Lake Echo Yearbook (Hawley, PA)

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THE 197Q5yy yTHLAKEy ECHO PRESENTS A SPECIAL SECTlQN OF ST H o PE YO U ENJ ov WHAT IS EXPRELySSEDyVVlTHlN THIS PCTETHY . . . P A L SA TE S Pealrmve lg T Someone PPCP SPidl a mood PT'A TTT your fo Sit andllilligvrite 3 poem? To Sorne Love isa form of respect y l or Nancy :Barnes yy yy To others Love isyhaving Someone to protect . as She and her loved one are solemnly wed l ll is j A yaumsft Love iS like the air ATTTATT it unds A A ,,-, V, T:i,,, ,V d Why L L L llTAll L o lHl lookedrfldeep into the Sun, Llllif LLLLJ il5 L touched the Sky, S T . Tllllll rny 'Still llllll A to touch your hand, your face, T Llfl yL TTA l AT o lllrl j 5 ylel to knoihfwhatJlfflknowhhlnot. L to Lll . . y , ,,l.,T ATA., lf.A v,T, , ,

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5. STAGE CREW FOR THE NIGHT OF JANUARY 16TH ROWQI: M. Swingle, L. Schardt, M. Farrell, P. Rinehart. ROW 2: D. Milier, NI. Zitzeiman, B. Laabs. HOW 3: D. Sutherland, M. Kurtz, J. Davidson M. Ffiiaenan. A A A 5 A A -wif P S- ,, O ,, T' 1 . 2 ..-Q 1. .gm - STAGE CREW FOR SEE HOW THEY RUN FS. A. Rinefgft. ROW Aus'tinfFV!... Scharaf. D. Millefifl. Firzmakfis, M. Zifidfrnan, M. Swingie, K. Johnson. ROW3r J. Davidson, P. Rinehart. M. Kfutz, E. Johnson, D. Sutherland.

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When I was young and quite naive I wondered why I, who had not been asked to be, was hurled Into a crazy, mixed-up, fast-paced world I Where the games that people play are hard to believe. Then I began to catch on and could conceive ug Of the vexations of life that had beeniiitunfuriled III 557 And to understand why into their own fantasies people curled As thoughthey live but irrr to hide and diiceiveg., I Now, near death, I can understand i Though for me it is far too late That no matter how long and hard we try I fir It is though it had all been planned. We ,, : gall, nogmatter, how small or great Play the games, and live, and die. it Elaine Herzog MOON NIGHT The sands of the beach shimmer i as the moonlite streams of white fall down to' teasevithe graspingaiw waves of blue. I love songfi of the iii its tune as the breeze carries it along. , My girlsitting against the swaying Palms of black. I rrtt I qlfef This is'Y11Y love? This is my life! ,