Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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“Fix your eyes on the greatness of . . . [Boston] as you have it before you day by day. fall in love with her. and when you feel her great, remember that this greatness was won by men with courage, with knowledge of their duty, and with a sense of honor in action . . “ — Huripedes rt ' -TT Photograph bBBruce I hurston r • ■ The Best Part Boston 9

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Partial Lobotomy I nodded and waved to my parents, acknowledging their request for me to be in by 12:30 A.M., just to get them off my case. Steve slid into the seat next to me and we peeled out onto Rte. 20 heading to Susan’s party on Conant Rd. Forty cars lined both sides of the already narrow road, leaving only a minute strip for cars to get through. I yanked up on the parking brake, turned the key, screeched to a stop, and grabbed my worn Weston jacket from the back seat. Jenny and Michelle were the First to greet us. Following them we ventured through the mob in pursuit of the aluminum entertainment unit. Ricky welcomed me with a high five and congratulated me on our soccer game against Acton. His attention was then turned to a cute sophomore nearby as he tried to keep an eye on her through the crowd. Steve gave me a shove to keep walking so we could check out the rest of the party scene. Muffy and her freshmen friends had come to the party to be cool but we found them sitting along the stonewall by themselves giggling to one another. In the garage were about ten guys involved in an intense game of Quarters, oblivious to the outside goings-on. Our senses were enhanced by the odor of cloves drifting through the air, and kids chanting to the Bruce Springsteen tune which was blaring from an open window in the house. Susan’s parents were away in Europe and wouldn’t be back until the following weekend. Rob and Matt had said they would be bouncers, but they were more interested in partying. At first they had attempted to collect $2.00 from each person but after the first few they had given up. At 10:30, or so, most of the sophomores were sent home only to return again at 11:00. I was just about to make a move on Eliza who described herself, between giggles, as being “slightly under the influence’’ when two sets of flashing red and blue lights careened up the driveway disturbing the party. Cups were heaved into the bushes followed by a few bodies. “Safety in numbers,’’ Steve slurred as we were directed to our cars by an officer who couldn’t be bothered with the gather¬ ing of names. Once again the completion of a Weston “gather¬ ing relied upon the promptness of the all too efficient police force. Now, onward to finish the evening at THE RES! Above Right: Whatever happened to white gloves and bow-ties? Right: The Junior Editors, Cathy Boosales and Laura Woodward, party with some of their classmates. 10 The Best Part First Day