Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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JEAN CRANE December 8 56 Black Oak Road MARY CRONIN October 15 65 Juniper Road “Reeling and writhing, of course to begin with,” Mock Turtle replied, “and the different branches of arithmetic — ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.” Lewis Carroll How a minority, reaching majority, seizing authority, hates a minority. L.H. Robbins PETER CREMMEN May 25 110 Cherry Brook Road There are no good or bad times in life, there are only things to be remembered and things to be forgotten . . . Unknown I am the best, not because I’m so great, but because others are so bad. MARK S. CROWLEY June 7 860 Boston Post Road Although some things are more enjoyable than others, life has its priorities. Complete them, and life’s pleasures are much more enjoyable. M. Crowley 24

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MALCOLM COOK June 15 29 Derby Lane The Poet and the Painter Casting Shadows on the water — as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illumi¬ nates the Mercenary’s Creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling — but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping — their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen as the soldier sheathes his sword. Ian Anderson 1972 When you’re born to play the fool and you see all the western movies weren’t you the one who does it wrong? . . . with a gun, with a gun, you will be what you are just the same. Steely Dan 1974 SCOTT CONNOLLY August 19 95 Deerpath Lane You are what you choose to be It’s whatever it is you see That life will become Whatever it is you might think you have You have nothing to lose Through every dead and living thing Time runs like a fuse And the fuse is burning And the earth is turning Jackson Browne TIMOTHY JOHN COSTELLO January 2 200 Ridgeway Road Every man is the architect of his own fortune. A. Claudius AMY C. CRAFTS December 1 50 Colchester Road Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rock behind: We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare from “The Tempest” 23

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KATHRYN DAVIS April 6 10 Westgate Road “Pooh, promise you won’t forget me, ever?” “Not even when I’m a hundred?” Christopher Robin asked. “I promise,” Pooh said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh’s paw. “Pooh,” said Christopher Robin earnestly. “Whatever happens you will understand, won’t you?” “Understand wnat?” “Oh nothing,” he laughed and jumped to his feet. “Come on.” “Where?” said Pooh. “Anywhere,” said Christopher Robin. A.A. Milne DEBBIE DAWSON June 3 7 Spruce Hill Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true. L.J. Cardinal Suenens KELLY DAWSON March 17 7 Spruce Hill Road Oh, oh children of the land Love is still the answer, take my hand The vision fades, a voice I hear “Listen to the madman!” But still I fear and still dare not Laugh at the madman. Brian May BRIAN DERUSHA June 21 325 Conant Road Woody, Woods . . . Always in a good mood. If one doesn’t explore . . . One will never know . . . Woody 25