York School - Peregrine Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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jgmk ilrsiiil k w Dallas lvliddaugh That's the problem with men of steel. There's never one around when you need one. -Lois Lane, Superman the movie Ah, sappy days. Do you remember that ex- pression we had, ah, sappy days? -Da At the last moment, a hand was tugging at my sleeve, reminding him of the friend he had forgotten. He lifted the hedgehog with both hands under its armpits, and held it at arm's length, face to face. Ah, tiggy, he said, Us have thee to thank for royalty. Farewell. Tiggy, and a merry life to thee and thy sweet songs. But the hedgehog paddled its feet as if it were bicycling, because it wanted to be put down. lt tugged the sleeve again, when it was safe on the floor, and the old man lowered his ear to hear the whisper. Nay, nay, it mentioned hoarsely, clutch- ing his hand, looking earnestly in his face. Say not farewell. lt tugged again, dropping its voice to the brink of silence. Orryvoyer, whispered the urchin. l'Orr- voyer. -T.H. White, The Book of Merlyn I began my career as a theatrical lighting technician, but what theater could hope to encompass the boundaries of my genius? -Garfield Lynns, The Firefly So much has changed . . . or perhaps every- thing is still the same and I have changed. -Thor Oooooo? . . . Let's Eat . . . Let's Stop You Win! -Scott and me Shazam! -Fat Marvel Laugh or Cry. Q is NV x X s s ws it s YS- NX Q-NX

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Daniel Harray Fool, of Thyself speak well. Fool, do noT flaTTer. -Richard III, V, iii I am physical I feel The rain I feel The sun I feel The wind I feel The snow I am wiThouT blemish I fear God I fear your God I fear my God I have The power I have a love I am a young man I am a Thousand years old I will noT humble myself I am alone. -Hebrew Poem You have a way wiTh me and you which I would like To praise, which I would like To praise: you have a way wiTh The line you see which leads you away from knowing why a line should beaT This way: why, I have a way To geT inTo your ear and make you Think whaT I say: now, you have a way of leTTing me go when I have had my say: so, lisTen To The IasT Two lines of me. -Niels Herold You can fool some of The people all of The Time, and you can fool all of The peo- ple some of The Time, buT you can'T fool all of The people all of The Time. -Abraham Lincoln We musT noT Think To much, people go mad if They Think Too much. -Medea, II. I For God's sake IeT us siT upon The ground And Tell sad sTories of The deafh of Kings . . . - Richard II, Ill, ii CYRANO: Qui vous m'arrachez TouT, Ie Iaurier ef Ia rose! Arrachezl ll y a malgre vous auelaue chose Que j'emporTe, eT ce soir, auand j'enTrerai chez Dieu, Mon saIuT balaiera largemenf Ie seuil bleu, Quelaue chose que sans un pli, sans une Tache, J'emporTe malgre vous, eT c'esT . . . . . ,lvlon panache. - Cyrano de Bergerac, V, vi So, good nighT unTo you all, Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall resfore amends. - Puck A Midsummer Nfghfs Dream, V, i No Time for rhymes or Iimmericks now. lT's Time for curfains, The final bow. - Noriko G-afanaga 449

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I will noT mdke ony deols wiTh you. l've resigned. I will noT be pushed, filed, sTomped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. lvly life is my own. -John Drdke VI They soy iT's mosTIy vdniTy ThoT wriTes The ploys we ocT. They Tell me ThoT's whoT everybody knows. There's no such Thing ds sdniTy ond ThoT's The sonesT focT. ThoT's The wdy The sTory goes, -Mork Knopfler And don'T be so glommyl AfTer dll, iT's noT ThoT owful. Remember whoT The fellow sold? 'ln ITdly for ThirTy yedrs under The Borgicis They hdd wdrfdre, Terror, murder, ond bloodshed: buT They produced Ivlichdeldngelo, Leonordo do Vinci ond The Renois- sdnce. 'In SwiTzerldnd They hdd broTherly love ond five hundred yedrs of democrocy ond peoce ond whoT did ThoT geT Them? The cuckoo clock.' -Hdrry Lime, The Third Man Kdli: My people hove o soying, A mon who TrusTs con never be beTroyed. Only misToken. Avon: Your people musT hdve d very shorT life expecToncy. -Blokes 7 Toro: You wonno' WOIK? Greg: l'd roTher be corried . . . -courTesy of Jeff Ross ond Neil Burnside And Though They did hurT me so 'iExceIIenT wreTch! PerdiTion . cdTch my soul BuT I do love Thee! And when I love Thee noT, Choos hos come ogdin. -Shokespedre, Ofhello Did They give you ony redson' inquired Guillom. 'Or is iT jusT becduse you've losT your fi- gure'?' IT wds redson ThoT Smiley fixed on. 'Redson os logic or redson os moTive'? Or redson os o woy of life? They don'T hove To give me redsons. I con wriTe my own domn reosons. And ThoT is noT The some. ThoT is noT The some GS The hdlf-bokes Toler- once ThoT comes from no long- er cdring. ' -John LeCorre Aren'T you deod'? -Jdmes T. Kirk, Adm CreT.j 'TEverybody's ploying The gdme BuT nobody's rules ore The some. BeTTer leorn To go iT olone ' recognize you're ouT on your own Nobody's on Nobody's Side Never Toke ci sTrdnger's odvice Never IeT ci friend fool you Twice Never be The firsT To believe Never be The losT To deceive Nobody's on Nobody's Side -Adrionno bod, In The fecir ond dldrm. You did noT deserT me, my BroThers In Arms -lvldrk Knopfler