Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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LIBBY BAYLIES July 25 30 Winsor Way Once, someone said something nice about me, And, all undeserved though I knew it to be, I treasured it there on my heart’s deepest shelf, Till one day I quite surprised even myself By honestly making an effort to be That nice thing that somebody said about me! — Unknown ROBERT BENNETT 48 Golden Ball Road So like Namao in my old age I’ll be a strange wild wandering old man thought by some to be a sage but also Just lost in the dense wood of the world July 12 L. Ferlinghetti ANGELA MacNEIL BERRY April 29 67 Wellesley Street To lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; To lose the life you have, for greater life; To leave the friends you loved, for greater love; To find a land more kind than home, More large than earth . . . Thomas Wolfe MARCIE ANN BECKER March 3 39 Spruce Hill Road In four sentences I cannot begin to help you know me, yet in four letters I can tell you about life: care. NANCY JEAN ANASTASIA BIANCHI March 5 7 Highland Street Take my word, I ' m a madman, don ' t you know. Bernie Taupin 12

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DIANNE ARGYRIS May 10 58 Sylvan Lane Merlyn wrung his hands. Well, anyway, he said, Suppose they do not let you stand against all the evil in the world? I could ask, said the Wart. You could ask, repeated Merlyn. He thrust the end of his beard into his mouth, stared tragically at the fire, and began to munch fiercely. T. H. White and if men should not hear them men are old and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile e. e. cummings CRAIG A. J. AVERILL June 7 15 Columbine Road Chumpa . . . Ambition: to leave this place alive . . . football, basketball, baseball ... pet peeve: women ' s lib . . . math ... If you can’t taste it, touch it or smell it, forget it! . . . memories of Newton South game ' 72 ... “Big day! LILA R. BAGHDADY July 9 21 Overlook Drive In the green sky I saw the new moon reaping, And minded was I of my own life ' s field: What harvest wilt thou to the sickle yield, When through thy fields the moon goes sweeping? Hafiz 11

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WILLIAM BOND JR. March 3 31 Sears Road Bondoni . . . known for being out of town . .. hates losing . . . enjoys football, track, english, fast cars and skiing . . . hopes to go around twice in life” . . . “sucker . . . works on the Youth Commision . . . remembers the bell at Camp Interlochen . . . favorite teacher: Mr Pratt wills the school 45 Sportcraft ravells ... “I got a line on you babe. CAROL BOTTICELLI January 11 63 Westerly Road Caresses, expressions of one sort or an¬ other, are necessary to the life of the af¬ fections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots. BETSY BRADLEY December 29 123 Robin Road We ' re captive on the carousel of time. We can ' t return — We can only look behind from where we came. Joni Mitchell PAULA BICKFORD June 2 291 Glen Road Where am I going? I don’t quite know. What does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the bluebells grow — Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. A. A. M ; » THOMAS W. BOLING 720 Wellesley Street We must not quiver, flinch or quail, shake or shiver, flunk or fail; big three R’s point stars. L ° KP y February 11 13