Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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ELIZABETH ANN DOUGLAS April 24 19 Lexington Street Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this right for food. It well may be. I do not think I would. Edna St. Vincent Millay JEANINE M. DOYLE May 25 204 Merriam Street There are three things which are real, God, human folly, and laughter. The first two are beyond our comphrehension, So we must do what we can with the third. Aubrey Mennon’s version of Ramayana DAVID ELMES December 30 90 Cherry Brook Road Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result. Winston Churchill LINDA ANN ENGLISH October 31 15 Hobbs Brook Road To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life. R.L. Stevenson 27

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SUSAN M. DIBARTOLOMEIS January 6 91 Sherbum Circle Live hand in hand And together we’ll stand On a threshold of a dream. Moody Blues HENRIK GUNNAR DOHLMAN November 9 49 Newton Street . . . every revolutionary opinion draws part of its strength from a secret conviction that nothing can be changed. George Orwell LISA-ANNETTE ANGELINA DISTEFANO February 18 6 Colonial Way Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you’ve been up to. Unknown LANCE WILLIAM DILLAWAY July 29 30 Drabbington Way His Sacred, Majesty, Chance, decides everything. Voltaire We will either find a way or make one. Hannibal 26

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BRUCE I. EWEN January 30 60 Beaver Road Mothlike, we are drawn to the bright flame of truth, comphrehending just enough of that fierce light that the wisest of our dim-eyed swarm knows in which direction to move. Unknown It’s not the critic who counts . . .The credit belongs to the man who is actu¬ ally in the arena; whose face is marred by dust, sweat, and blood . . . Theodore Roosevelt JAMES FALLON June 23 17 Bakers Hill Road LISA MARIE FARINA October 8 85 Byron Road Take your time, think a lot, Why think of everything you’ve got, For you will still be here tomorrow, But your dreams may not. Cat Stevens AMY FERGUSON May 6 24 Sylvan Lane Good people will be remembered as a blessing, but the wicked will soon be forgotten. Proverbs 10:7 I get by with a little help from my friends. The Beatles Fond memories of winter of ’76 at Exxon. Remember, Ellen? 28