Yorktown High School - Emerald Yearbook (Yorktown Heights, NY)

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Alan Antzis Typing with Mrs. Baptiste. Latin with Mr. Martin and Mr. Belardo, Eng. 10. Chem., Rolls Reuss, the lemon . Pres. Ford ' 76. Christopher John Arborn 7 23 76 Riff, Airborn, Peg. soc- cer, lacrosse. NAPA, Welcome to the Empire State: New York. Play- land . . . the tollbooth. Let ' s go lis- ten to the stereo. Hockey: 2 am. Nancy Barrasi The times and people we most love drift from us . . . but we cherish them forever. The bad side of Mr. T. Sharon ' s squeaks. Partying! . . . Shh! — who ' s around ? crazy talks . . . Don ' t quit . . , 10th— 4 5 75. Linda A. Adamo Lin . . . Hi. Ange! . . . Deja Vue (10-4-75) . . . Best friend always — Linda D.; Chris G.. Angela G. . . . Thank you. Mom and Dad . . . Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you. — Mike (12-13-75). I Dwayne Anderson Ski trips to Vermont with a floor- show. Take a shot. Cliff. If only we had slugs. Box of M M ' s Bets. Wrestling. Thanks. Mom Dad. Hey. Cowboy. J.B. Paul Auffant Just two more . . . Conn. 75 ... or the stick? Flu-sir? Swimming — Harpoon! . . . 10 1 75 Judy . . . Tc be insane and survive. 10 10 76 The time is gone, the song is over I thought I ' d have something more to say. Laurie Kathleen Anderson Trust in the Lord with all thine heart: and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him. and He shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5.6 Susan Baldwin Sue . Susie B . . . Hi Kathye! Pals. My V-DUB convertible . . . H.H. 51 L.K.L.D. Territory, tech- cosmo. McD ' s . . . laughing and being rowdy!, Yum!, The quarry. Really .... CWT?. Field Hockey. Skiing in Vermont. My Family. later . . . 114

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American 7ield Service — ?abw Verb to What mean? . . . What mean?! It is a question that I kept repeating to myselt and to the people around me especially during the first few months of this great year in the United States. Everything was new, different, and interesting. I wanted to know and to learn, but without you — my friends, fellow students, and dear, patient teachers — without your help I could not have done it. So now, I would like to say Thank you to everybody, especially to my host family and to AFS, and, believe me. I am really sincere. AFS taught me a lot. I learned to live with the different, the new, the unexpected: drawing from all cultures, resolving inevitable problems in a constructive manner and overcoming the fear of change by living in a different country and community with a new family. My experience with AFS proved to me: Don ' t worry, Fabio, e ven in the worst situa- tions, you will always find a friend with whom you can work and enjoy yourself. And, finally, let me tell you, dear friends: Yorktown was, for me, like a first love: UNFORGETTABLE. I iV i: ' ' A rS K --., I r 1 BH M ' f W H PISs ' - ' i ' % ' ' Walk Zo get her Zalk Zog ether Ml Vc People Of Zke SartkJ ' 113

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John Barron No sense makes sense. ' Charles Manson. Mark Bengis Bengy , MBF — Sammy and the Gang: It was a blast. The Unruly Foursome , Pie in the Eye — A.E.R.. Booyaheee! All good things come to those who wait and everything turns out for the best. I have no regrest. 912212221101549. Fran Berkowitz How many slices. Ellyn? . . . U.S.Y., Kinnusim, Spam ' 74, Florida, At- lantic City, Byrnes Bro., Paul New- man, EJ ' 73, . . . Library, Locker 1120, Frank . . . Evelyn? Ricordero di Kol my amis siempre. D.L. Baumler riends: Bean, Spruce. We ' re cap- ives on the carousel of time. We an ' t return. We can only look ehind and go ' round in the circle ame. — Joni Mitchell. Thank you, amily. Marc Berman Rori Bellettieri Hey, McCabe ... a special friend ilways. 1 9 76 . . . rack it up , special times with special friends. 3irthday dinners . . . Longhorn ' 75 . . Ryan. Mom and Dad. Time )asses much too quickly when ve ' re together laughing. Susan Bernacchi — Sue — Check it out! , operas , . . sleighriding . . . B.Boys! Traveling future trips (Florida 10 76): unexpected pleasures. Friends. To my parents, thanks for everything. The moment may be temporary, but the memory is forever. 115