York School - Peregrine Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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A man never sTands so Tall as when he kneels To help a small oompuTer. -lnfooom Slogan When old friends geT TogeTher, everyThing else fades To insignifioanoe. -War, Famine, PesTiIence, and Deafh can she Tame The beasT ThaT is her fear puede domar la fiera que es su Temor waiTing for her maTador will They bring The bad news blue is The colour ThaT she feels inside mafador i can'T hide my fear anymore -Sade Please don'T shooT The pianisT. He's doing his besT. -Oscar Wilde , . . TempTaTion, frusTraTion, so bad iT makes him cry . . . . . . iT's no use, he sees her, he sTarTs To shake and cough . . . -The Police Glen Weaver Only in America could a leTTer ThaT offers a prize of Two million dollars be regarded as junk mail! -Alfred E. Neuman Very nice! Very nice! NOT enough seouriTy, buT very nice! Now, Lord Feepness, pay aTTenTion! I've been Thinking and whaT we need is a dam, a Tremendous dam To oonTrol The Frigid River, wiTh Thousands of gaTes. Yes! l can see iT now. We shall oall iT . . . Flood ConTrol Dam 412. No, noT auiTe righT. Ahal If will be Flood ConTroI Dam if3. l'Pardon me, my Lord, buT wouldn'T ThaT be jusT a Tad excessive? Nonsense! Now, leT me Tell you my idea for hollowing ouT volca- noes . . . -Lord DimwiT FlaThead Cana Lodyrd Feepnessj 445

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Nicholas Long i'VVhere in The hell is VVichiTa'? is The dues- Tion ofTen asked by people unfamiliar wiTh midwesTern geography. VVichiTa is cenfrally locaTed, close To nofhing. -lnsider's guide To colleges Everybody Thinks They mighf win, or hopes They rnighT win, buT There's always one guy who Toes The line and knows he's going To win. -Daley Thompson Biff didn'T know why everyone laughed aT his saying he would like To be an asTronauT and see all Those sTeroids flying by. -English Book You're giving me Too rnuch in- formaTion Too fasT. -Coach Kieffer Nick, will you Tow us home? -Jesus

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1 Here I sTond ond foce The roin, I know ThoT noThing's gonno be The some ogoin. I feor for whoT Tomorrow bring TrusT me for whom I om, XI Irv 12 S. Ploce oil your foiTh inTo These honds. I've goT noThing To soy, BuT IeT's sToy friends forever. -CJ-NCI 'Pu,' cIixiT Bubo. 'ChrisTophorus Robinus convivium poroT.' 'OX dixiT Pu. ET videns Bubonem olio suo verbo cum incrusfofione roseo exspecTonTem suojunxiT, 'ErunTne Iepidoe crusTuIoe soccori?' - Winnie llle Pu Down owoiTs o sleepless English Town of coloured grey. Here I room The As summer fode sTreeTs wiThouT you s owoy. o-ho In oil sinceriTy, I Thonk my fomily, friends, ond Teochers for oll Their supporT ond encourogemenT. Andemos en el bosquecillo enTre Ios sombros hosTo Io olbo. Guys ore such o poin. -TGFO . . . My Spidermon pojomos -Bolkie