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which carries us into the unsure future, we dedicate our Journal, with the hope th a t this spirit may grow and benefit all those who follow us. The Spirit of M ount is the inexpressible reality, as inveterate as tradition, yet as vibrant as the youth who identify with it. It is the pursuit of selffulfillment and the bond of mutual hopes. I t transforms our education into experience. Loyalty, unity and pride are its virtues. Success and development are its rewards. It is silent and hidden, yet can be heard in the sounds of laughter and seen through the eyes of awareness. Although it is intangible, it can be felt through the w arm th of understanding and concern. It is each happy moment th a t memory has carefully chosen to be your companion in the years ahead.

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P a tternS Everything in the universe establishes its identity through a pattern. T h e planets revolve around the sun in an unbroken orbit; the seasons follow one another in immutable sequence— creating, nourish ing, destroying life; the seas rise and fall in the same uninterrupted undulations as they have dorie since the beginning of time. M an, too, follows a basic pattern th a t places him foremost in the physical world. We are all born with certain equal traits th at are proper to a hum an being; beyond these, each man is endowed with personal, extraordinary gifts. It is through the use of these gifts th a t the individ ual creates his own unique pattern. This striving to establish an identity makes up w hat we call “ life.” Life— the essence of poetry. Life is poetry. Each man is given the framework within which to write his own epic; of course, there are stringent regula tions of meter, rhyme, and rhythm to which all must conform. Yet, within these fundamental patterns, one has complete freedom to say whatever he chooses. You wrote the first lines of th a t poem seventeen years ago. Since those vague and hazy beginnings, each day gave you the opportunity to polish, to ponder— to create. Only four years ago you were struck by a strange new era. For the first time, amorphous notions sharpened into ideals; emotions grew deeper and more forceful. . . . You were begin ning to discover yourself! Today, it is not a girl b u t a woman who remin isces about the awkward, stumbling phrases of her youth as compared with the ideas th a t grew more fluent and profound with every new experience. . . . Remember th a t the verse is unceasingly living, growing . . . reaching out to the world in an effort to touch it all. As years sift past, the poem will speak of m any things— the heights and depths of emotion, the accompishments— and the defeats. Yet, each man should have a message to give to the world, for no m atte r how exalted the success or lamentable the failure, the poem speaks some truth, however fragile. I t is a thing of infinite mystery and beauty— your pattern! L aura Andrews ’68

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C a la is J re d lim a n In early September of 1964, the Class of ’68 ar rived a t M ount St. Ursula. I t was raining, an omen perhaps? T o no avail we were given floor plans to help us find our way about the school. Rumor has it th a t the spirits of some of our fellow classmates still roam the corridors in search of St. Jo h n ’s. But courageous group th a t we were, we set out th a t day on our careers at M ount, a few of us making more noise than others in our shiny new oxfords. We did adjust, though. Our lips managed to stay closed at retreat, in the halls, in the classrooms, and outside after lunch. If not for general science we would not have detected so easily the symptoms of lock jaw we were developing. Our sense of timing adapted itself first to Friday schedule, featuring lunch at the door on our way out, and then to Tuesday schedule, where first period was fourth, sixth was fifth, and seventh was third unless, of course, there was a solar eclipse when third was fifth, and . .. October brought Mission Day in the auditorium, a big success. Novem ber introduced us to a four-hour Hootenanny, followed by a tw enty-m inute mixer held in the cafeteria. December m eant Christmas, but it also m eant J a n u a ry exams were closing in on us. Oh yes, our first J a n u a ry exams!! We marvelled how all the a ttem pts to borrow our neighbor’s thoughts were thw arted by a clever seating arrangement, where we were placed perpendicularly diagonal to the bisectors of all those who were taking the same exam. W ith the excitement of half a year behind us, once again we settled down to the Patterns of life at M SU: Hi-Time letters which rivaled those received by Dear Abby, first-hand accounts of baseball and pitching practice in Latin class— too bad we never did get a ball to use!

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T o break up the monotony we watched Anne G ray’s leg heal, translated stories about “ nude gla diators,’’ held tea parties, dissected a mouse, and practiced our gym dances. All “ uncultured little girls” took “ note and noticed,” especially to see if their desks contained any suspicious-looking packages for the bomb squad. The classes spent the rest of that day wearing their sneakers and rubbing their toes. As Phoebe, Pierre, and Hepzibah read about Ulys ses, Penelope and Telemachus, others wished they were Oscar Meyer Weiners. Perhaps the secret was contained in those etiquette books we dutifully read. Then there were trips. Our journey to Stratford gave birth to our own production of Romeo and Juliet, seen by a select few— a very select few. And there was Lincoln Center, where a lucky group had the opportunity to wave the ribbons of their uniform hats in rhythm with the music. But Center Moriches was our triumph, our -piece de resistance, cul-de-sac, too. Its strange facilities and icy waters provided a change of scene for all. And we had fun. This was most noticeable in general science classes, where when bored we could admire Miss Gore’s Good Guy sweatshirt, or the appearance of Miss Hickey in the “ M ajority of One”, or class games, where St. Augustine’s was ever vic torious. And Class Day, where though not as vic torious, we tried even harder for victory. Our class had a questioning mind, producing such gems as: W h a t is the average age of a protazoa when it splits?. W h a t did you say the puppy did in geography?. Did she really take your books, Betty?, and W h a t did you say the bird did in geography? But most important, there were Patterns— made, broken and shaped.

• S o p hlo m o re

Patterns continue and so did ours. September of 1966 saw a new sophomore class— typically starryeyed, typically silly, typically sophomores. Yet we were special, because we were us, a year older, a shade blonder, a bit wiser, and ready to giggle M ount Sr. Ursula upside-down by June. And giggle we did— in religion, in Latin II, in geometry, in world history, and eveyx in speech! “W hat was th a t you saidi’ A new male teacher.? I don’t believe it!” But believe it we did as we learned how to rejuvenate flat “ a’s”, work up good “o” sounds and develop th at eye con tact. The eye exercise proved to be very useful as we searched everywhere for a date for the Sophomore Tea. Towards the end of October we really got worried when we realized th at the “ Regents exam is only one hundred and sixty hours away.” Before long Ivanhoe and David Copperfield had become such good friends th a t we could hardly tell them, apart! But we were reassured when, at our first honors assembly of the year. M other Cornelius read out the sophomores’ names, and the sophomores’ names, and the sophomores’ names. . . . Of course, there were the more carefree moments, such as Mission Day, as we carried on in the usual manner of he-who-must-win; Ring Day, with its hysteria and chaos, when we watched our sisters receive their rings and dreamed of our Ring D ay— how many thousands of days away.? Or the M.S.U. Thanksgiving H o o te n a n n y -M ix er, which tradition has carried on right up to the present day. In fact, some of us are still wondering what carefree moment it was which resulted in very many detentions on a certain day in the cafeteria. Well, girls, ours is not to question So the fall passed, quickly and happily, and there we were, in our second Christmas season at Mount. Spirits rose and with them the curtains on our first real play. Picture yourself, a star and an angel whom no one has ever really satisfactorily placed, and the stumbling Dutch girl with size forty-two wooden shoes! The sophomores had blossomed anew— as flowers of the theatre. Time marched on, sweeping us up in the rush, and we patterned our footsteps on those before us. There we were on those bleak, J a n u ary mornings and

y .e a f bleaker afternoons, waiting for room assignments. It was exam time again. “ All right now, to room 103, fourteen Spanish II, six French I, and nine English IV, with M other So and So. Was th a t thirteen Eng lish II or nine French IV.? No, it was six Spanish I and five Finglish III; or was it seven French II and nine English I; or maybe it was . . . ” and so on. If anyone mentioned double bar, the immediate re sponse was check-check! But we made it, and after a stimulating retreat, and m any tears at dim Sophomore Tea prospects, we began the second half of our Patterns ’66. February came upon us too quickly and with it the realization th a t there were only twelve days until T H E Sophomore Tea. Girls interchanged every avail able male in the family, from older brothers to twiceremoved cousins. At four o’clock the sophomores proceeded up the hill with boys never before, or for th a t matter, never since seen! “ Moonlight in Ver m ont” was slowly dimmed, and at eight o’clock the bedazzled sophomores set out to overcrowded parties. Our Sophomore Tea was over— never to be re-lived, and a new question arose. “W ho am I going to invite to my Junior Dance.?” In April the big event was, of course. Class Day in which we, the Cowboys, were gloriously victorious over the freshman Indians. It goes without saying th a t we witnessed numerous fire drills (especially during lunch) and an occasional bomb scare during which certain sophs paraded out in their red gymsuits behind the always-exercising Mrs. Twoomey. The ankle-deep snow didn’t help m atters along. It was decided th at we had too m any rough basketball players with not nearly enough poise, so the everready sophomores learned the do’s and don’t ’s of dancing, with a chance to perform before the gym class. M ay arrived and brought the dainty, wrinkle-free summer uniforms out of moth balls, and with June came the butterflies th a t always accompany end term exams and in particular— Regents. W ith exams successfully completed the class of ’68 looked -forward to carefree summer days, impeded only by our summer reading list, and the expecta tions of becoming upper classmen. And so we com pleted one half of the patterns our four years at M ount would weave.

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T h e Class of ’68 entered its third year in Septem ber 1966, with a feeling of disbelief. W ho would have thought th a t we could make it.? After all, everyone knew w hat diabolical influences we were; not to mention th a t gangrene of the eye is gangrene of the soul. We walked into our new classes cold to meet our new teachers. For some of us there was a short-lived lack of warmth. You see, the heatboxes kept us warm. ( It seemed to us th a t we were forgiven for our shocking betrayals.) We plunged ahead into the unknown. Little did we know w hat was m store for us. T h e year to come would be a time for searching— not so much for self-identity, but for more earthy, tangible things. We hunted for our desks, at times as often as three times a day; and we sought lost contact lenses in the rainy streets of the Bronx. Of course, there were the safaris for misplaced parts of the uniform. Those hunts, for some reason, were carried on with a bit less energy. When our minds were on a somewhat higher plane, we did search for the answers in M ath 11. We strove on confidently, ignorantly, as our teachers implanted in us the concept th a t we could catch on, if not today, maybe tomorrow, and if not tomorrow then m aybe the next day. Still others of us stepped into a world of exciting, vibrant personali ties such as Hans Kung and John Courtney M urray. Incidentally, if the room got hot, we removed it. Some of us learned a lot from our homeroom teachers such as w hat a Hummel is and w hat it is like to live in holy terror because you have broken a plant. One phase of junior year was anything but unfamiliar to us. W e had been accustomed to the eventuality of the college boards since freshman year. By snappy drills, and after-school drills in review classes we had been adequately prepared; but as any honest junior will tell you, hearing about them is one thing and taking them is quite another. Everyone knows th a t the third year is the most difficult academically. Therefore, our teachers demanded our strict attention at all times. “ All eyes up here” was an echo from English class. Eor the Class of 1968, junior year also turned out to be a novelty in the area of physical education.

No longer would we have a full period of calisthenics with our marine drill sargeant disguised as a mildmannered gym teacher. We figured on a routine of fun and games for a change. We got a change all right, and we got our fun and games, too. There were the broadjumps, those widespread punishments for felons in Soviet Russia, and Olympic workouts. In our extra-curricular activities, the junior Ring D ay play took the lead. Amidst our wonderful props, such as a torn coat and a salad bowl, the junior members of the Dramatic Society put on a striking performance. The musical score was especially me morable. We had never realized the tremendous ta lent th a t was contained in our class. I'here was, of course, the Junior Dance-blind-dategetting-and-losmg syndrome. You see, we were so culturally and intellectually absorbed with ballet, opera and chamber music, not to mention academic problems, th at the dance simply crept up on us. After th a t whirlwind, the Class of 1968 forged ahead into its annual slump. We were the only class th a t forged ahead into about everything; and usually our gung-ho attitude was the intangible something th a t got us through our trials and tribulations. The one exciting thing th at occurred during the hiberna tion period between J a n u ary exams and the June ulcer-go-round was the notoriety M ount achieved when she made the headlines of one of the world’s intellectually impoverished newspapers. But not even the Prepsters, whose opinion we held so dearly, could wake us from our daydreams for a proper retort. A little while after, teachers began once more to terrorize us by mentioning th a t dread word in class. Only this time there was for the juniors an added significance, because if you “ didn’t catch on today or tomorrow” you knew very well th a t you’d have to catch up in summer school. Well, a lot of us passed and some of us didn’t quite, but almost all of us came through the wringer only a little worse for wear, and praising a certain biology teacher as the “ Miracle W orker.” During the M a th 11 Regents she had entered bringing glad tidings. T he Class of 1968 had something to look forward to, even through the tears, because th at yellow piece of paper had the plans for our trip to Expo!

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Senior year— the beginning of the end— or so we

Park. The skate to school was m ade in record time

thought. On September 12th, one hundred-fifty-six

— nine minutes with no casualties. We were honored

happy giggling Mounties, now seniors, entered the

to have Brother Gregory lead the festive music, ap

“ Golden G ates” of the senior door and were met by

propriately enough, his “ Songs of Joy and Peace.”

our senior officials who were bright-eyed and busy

Finally the big m oment arrived, and after three years

tailed. We were all ready to begin our most memor

of watching others receive their rings, we were the

able year at M ount— senior year, totally unaware of the patterns th a t only we could make. T he first event, Expo ’67, lanuched us officially into senior year. For the first time in our lives, we found th a t it was possible and even delightful to

celebration lunch consisted of bread and b u tte r and Salisbury steak, which is more commonly known as hamburger; but everyone agreed th a t the day was a total success.

meet in the foyer of M ount at 6:30 a.m. M ost of us

Despite the fun and frolic th a t had pervaded the

prepared for the long ride ahead by drugging our-

early part of senior year, there were several incidents

suffered because of the inability to swallow pills. We

th at strained the brains of the seniors. T he Regents

selves with dramamine; others— a few chosen ones—

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arrived at 4:30, a little crumpled in body but in vigorated in spirit. T h a t night we visited St. Joseph’s

ones on the stage. T he next stop was T a rd i’s. Our

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Boards, which proved to be torturous beyond human imagination.

Oratory, which proved beyond prior grumblings, to

T he Senior Dance, “ Christmas in Olde New York,”

be very impressive. T he next three days were spent

proved to be a success as usual. We conquered one

exploring w hat Expo had to offer— the next three

of the two remaining exam periods left in our M ount

nights were spent enjoying the fun we had to offer—

career and left the English Regents behind us, never

pajam a parties, peanut bu tte r and jelly at 3 a.m. and

to be retaken. Our class divided

flashbulb martinis. We left Royal Terrace with tears

groups for our closed retreats, where we enriched

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in our eyes, but with hopes in our hearts th a t i h e rest

ourselves with food for body and soul. We entered

of senior year would be as happy as the last three

the new term renewed. The year progressed and with the registration of

days had been. We hadn’t even recuperated from Expo when the

the incoming freshmen we began to realize th a t “we”

challenge arose for the second test of endurance—

could be replaced, but th a t the patterns we had

Ring Day. At seven-thirty the seniors arrived at Poe

woven would remain forever.

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A time to begin is a time to see, to love, and to

The next and central message which your ring

be fully alive. For you, the Class of 1968, today

reflects is the challenge to love. The world of today

marks the time th a t you m ust begin. In accepting

is crying in need of persons who can love while they

the ring, which will soon be placed on your finger,

lead. Some men, though they do not stand alone, are

you receive more than mere satisfaction at having

lonely because no one has ever begun to show them

reached the top, you receive a threefold challenge to

love. For you must not live only within yourself or

begin. T o be true to th a t ring, you must respond

for yourself, but you must begin to go out to those

to th a t challenge.

who need you, to give them love. To express it in

First of all, the challenge is to see. Here at M ount,

the words of the popular song, “W hat the world

there arc m any things to be aware of. You m ust see

needs now is love, sweet love.” This is the goal pre

the girl, standing by herself, afraid to break into a

sented to you by your ring; to seek a life full of

larger group; you must see the underclassman, who

love.

comes to you for advice. On the outside, notice the

By answering the challenges to see and to love,

poor children without parents, who care for them or

you are fulfilling the final challenge— to be fully

about

folks in

alive. To be alive is to be involved. W ithout involve

homes, with no visitors to cheer them, and no con

ment, without sharing with others and helping the

tact with the vibrant world. T ake each person you

less fortunate, we only exist.

them.

Recognize the need of old

meet as an individual, one with his own personal cares and worries. Be aware of another s problems,

This then is the call put. to you by your ring. M ay you begin, in this your year, to answer it.

sensitive to his thoughts and ideas. This is what your ring says to you— begin to see. Eileen McCabe ’69

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2819 Morris Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 309 East Mosholu Pkwy. North, Bronx, N.Y. 10471 21 Agawam North, Yonkers, N.Y. 10704 318 East T rem ont Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10457 4720 Delafield Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10471 2869 Bainbndge Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 2592 Creston Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 2768 Wallace Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 1507 Metropolitan Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10462 4159 Dereimer Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 2400 Sedgwick Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 4373 Richardson Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10466 495 East 171 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10457 3009 Kingsbridge Terrace, Bronx, N.Y. 10463 3172 Rochambeau Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 2875 Valentine Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 100 M urray Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10704 3168 Rochambeau Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 639 W est 185 St., New York, N.Y. 10033 87 Vermilyea Ave., New York, N.Y. 10034 2315 Andrews Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 3929 Monticello Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10466 1775 Townsend Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10453 14 Metropolitan Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10462 2386 Grand Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 430 Grand Concourse, Bronx, N.Y. 10451 660 Scarsdale Road, Crestwood, N.Y. 10707 1531 Hone Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10461 815 West 181 St., New York, N.Y. 10033 2668 Briggs Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 518 West 146 St., New York, N.Y. 10031 827 East 226 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10466 269 West 254 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10471 210 W est 251 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10471 583 W est 215 St., New York, N.Y. 10034 1639 Bogart Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10462 501 Pelhamdale Ave., Pelham Manor, N.Y. 10803 2965 Briggs Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 366 East Moshulu Parkway, Bronx, N.Y. 10458 333 Parkview Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10710 245 Seaman Ave., New York, N.Y. 10034 2540 Valentine Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 34 Hazelton Road, Yonkers, N.Y. 10710 26 Wellesley Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10705 22 M etropolitan Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10462 2995 Botanical Square, Bronx, N.Y. 10458 3009 Wilson Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10469 236 Naples Terrace, Bronx, N.Y. 10463 1469 West Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10462 385 East Mosholu Pkwy., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 312 East 201 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 140 Van Cortlandt Ave. West, Bronx, N.Y. 10463

Sharon M cG inty Katherine M cIntyre Elizabeth M cKenna Agnes M cKeon Rosalie Mestice Ann Michalski Julie Ann Mihalko M arybeth Milici C a th y M irenda Denise Moore Patricia Moorehead Francine Morelli Susan Neenan Elizabeth Noel Joan O’Connor Joan Marie Orlando Eileen O’Sullivan Joan O’Sullivan Patricia Payne Adrianne Pica Catherine Pragoff Diann Prizeman Susan Quigley Patricia Redmond Joan Regan Kathleen Reilly Geraldine Rmgen M ary Lou Rizzo Theresa Rodriguez Joan Rosenberg Theresa Ryan Roberta Salinas M a ry Ellen Sands Elizabeth Saviola Barbara Scarlata Jo-Anne Scioli Antoinette Scucchia M aria Serraino Barbara Shinnick Beverly Small M arita Solcz Deborah Spagna Jeanne Sullivan Carol Telep Denise Troccoli Patricia Twohill Monica Walsh Patricia Walsh Elizabeth Wenzel Kathleen Youle Diane Zior Jane Zito

2023 Burr Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10461 2754 Grand Concourse, Bronx, N.Y. 10458 327 East 206 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10467 308 East 162 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10451 12 Amberson Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10705 2995 Botanical Square, Bronx, N.Y. 10458 221 Sherman Ave., New York, N.Y. 10034 27 Sherman Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10705 624 West 182 St., New York, N.Y. 10033 3021 Arlington Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 570 East 191 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 105 Devoe Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10705 2931 Briggs Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 1155 Forest Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10456 640 W. 227 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 257 East 201 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 2162 Valentine Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10457 3341 Perry Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 120 Vermilyea Ave., New York, N.Y. 10034 3065 Sedgwick Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 2715 Grand Concourse, Bronx, N.Y. 10468 2810 Bailey Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 257 East 201 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 3242 Riverdale Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 Hudson View Gardens, New York, N.Y. 10033 2955 W hite Plains Road, Bronx, N.Y. 10467 520 West 218 St., New York, N.Y. 10034 2518 Hughes Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 360 East 137 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10454 3400 F. Paul Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10468 3243 Corlear Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 5360 Broadway, Bronx, N.Y. 10463 3736 T enth Ave., New York, N.Y. 10034 1640 Macombs Road, Bronx, N.Y. 10453 585 W est 214 St., New York, N.Y. 10034 2545 Grand Concourse, Bronx, N.Y. 10468 436 W est 238 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 3164 Grand Concourse, Bronx, N.Y. 10458 2 Adrian Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10463 3824 Bronx Boulevard, Bronx, N.Y. 10467 3321 Tieman Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10469 221 East 201 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 4271 Kepler Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10470 274 East 194 St., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 640 Taylor Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10472 131 W hitm an Road, Yonkers, N.Y. 10710 25 Cumming St., New York, N.Y. 10034 2675 Decatur Ave., Bronx, N.Y. 10458 53 Leighton Ave., Yonkers, N.Y. 10705 1562 Unionport Road, Bronx, N.Y. 10462 164 East Elm St., Greenwich, Conn. 06830 75 Fenimore Road, New Rochelle, N.Y. 10804

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