Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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VALERIE L. CARLOUGH December 4 58 Apple Crest Road Val, Val my pal, Starsky . . . interests in cheerleading, partying, sitting in the sun . . . known for having big dimples and being a sweet talker. . . wants to be a nurse . . . S.P.A.V. member. . . memories of Norumbega with Clam ' 75 . . . “Oh! okaaay” ... “I say” Paint a pretty smile, each day lovin ' , is a blessing, never let it fade away. It ' s all about love. Earth, Wind and Fire LYNN CARTER July 23 11 Hallett Hill Road Some people are going to like me and some people aren ' t, so I might as well be me. Then at least I will know that the people who like me, like ME. Hugh Prather Thank-you Corinthia. STEPHEN G. CARTER November 19 751 Boston Post Road Boog . . . known for his mustangs and black pickup . . . ambitions to be a full time truck driver . . . enjoys industrial arts . . . interests in guns and hunting . . . wills to the school his empty parking space . . . pet peeve: homework . . . outside work as truck driver and mechanic . . . “When it ' s right, it ' s right . . . favorite teacher: Mr. Veitch . . . “Hey Man! KARIN CARLSON June 5 64 Brook Road “There ' s no use trying, she said: “One can ' t believe impossible things. “I daresay you haven ' t had much practice, said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Lewis Carroll 20

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DAVID A. CAIN December 5 52 Sylvan Lane Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a Predicament. George Santayana CARINA CAMPOBASSO March 9 11 Wildwood Lane Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I say, again I heard. The rolling river, the morning bird; — Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. Ralph Waldo Emerson MARIE CAMPOBELLO November 7 25 Westcliff Road It used to be for a while That the river flowed right to my door Making me just a little too free But now the river doesn ' t seem to stop here anymore. Carly Simon 19

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MARTHA ANNE COBURN November 22 115 Meadowbrook Road It ' s better to remain silent and have people think you ' re a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. Terbevoli f ▼at JOAN PATRICIA ANNE CHARRON March 26 19 Surrey Lane You ' ve got to make your own kind of music, Sing your own special song. Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along. So if you cannot take my hand, And if you must be goin ' I will understand. You ' re making your own kind of music. KATHERINE M. CEDRONE October 7 46 Bradyll Road When I was young and they packed me off to school. And they taught me how not to play tne game. I didn ' t mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool. I left there in the morning, with our God tucked underneath my arm; the half assed smiles and the book of rules. And I asked this God a question and my ways were replied. He said I ' m not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Jethro Tull NEAL ANDREW COHEN November 11 101 Woodchester Drive Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion. Oscar Wilde 21