York School - Peregrine Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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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

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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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Zara fkliciirg Qlhace Go Then, for 'Tis in voin To seek him here which meons noT To be found. -Shokespeore, Romeo ono' Juiief Qll, i, 112-35 -ALM Russion, Level I Yes, soid o possing monioc. -Douglos Adoms, Hifchhikefs Guide Un prince sero lo foble de TouTe l'Europe, eT lui seui n'en souro rien. -Poscol, Pensees Eris, Princess of The Isles, disperse your sporkling Troces. Leod him on To The house of love, where The Gods moy Turn his eyes. -Alphoville, Jerusolem Ondine: On ne peuT pos Lui rendre lo vie? Le Roi des Ondins: Impossible! Ondine: Comme c'esT dommogel Comme je l'ourois oimel Qrideouj -,leon Giroudoux, Ondine And when I owoke, I wds olone. This bird hos flown. So, I IIT The fire. Isn'T iT good, Norwegion wood. -Poul lvlcCorTney 84 John Lennon, Norwegion Wood Een schip op heT sfrond is een bokeb in zee. -DuTch Proverb Pleose don'T hurT me I hove Told you ' All my love is oll I've goT -Pol WookToor, And You Tell Me Dime con quien ondos y Te dire quien eres. -Sponish Proverg WiTh inesTimoble groTiTude ond immeosuroble love To: Mom, Dod, JeoneTTe, Poul, G-reg, Don- ny, Nono, Poppops, PoddingTon, Joy, ond wiTh heorTfelT relucTonce, my siblings. I've sTorTed To sleep oT nighTs. You know, in ony oTher siTuoTion buT ours, ThoT would be on insulT. -G-reg 84 Toro CcourTesy of Niel Burnside ond Louro Dickensj When you ore old ond grey ond full of sleep, if And nodding by The fire, Toke down This book, And slowly reod, ond dreom of The sofT look Your eyes hod once, ond of Their shodows deep. -Williom BuTler YeoTs There wos no music, ond Smiley hod The feeling There should hove been, olso o founToin. -John LeCorre, Nnker, Toiior, Soldier, Spy We noTe our ploce wiTh bookmorkers ThoT meosure whoT we've losT. 1 -Simon 81 Gorfunkel, DongIing ConversoTion ,,zakggg5.fl 1 N 7 TT TX 6 lily if vwwol oxv-47002 J-3 'E O -f. v GSU! m zz:-on-C-I l'hU3 m4Om1 WR 4 I 447 N .nl '