1972 Bancroft School Yearbook by Bancroft School

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One for sorrowTwo for mirth! Three for a weddingFour for a birthAnd five for the happiest thing on earth! the counting of the crows, 17th century prophecy

He was working at his desk when we approached. He turned, smiled, and he spoke to us of responsibility, trust, and the nature of man. And now we, in our turning, appreciate his wisdom. You have given so much to us, to intersession, to the school. We give you what we can though it may not be much. We give you this book and our love. To Hank Carlson for your dedication and understanding.

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Farewell to you and the youth I have spent w ith you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream. You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tow er in the sky. But now our sleep has fled and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part. If in the tw ilig h t of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky. Kahlil Gibran

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A man's ignorance sometimes is not only useful, but beautiful— w hile his knowledge, so called, is often times worse than useless, besides being ugly. Thoreau

When we should still be growing children, we are already little men. Thoreau

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Spider Gates . . . the hill . . . Bancroft's Joni M itchell . . . O ld Orchard . . . I wanna go home! . . . You never get a hangover!? . . Boots

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To sing is to love and to affirm, to fly and soar, to coast into the hearts of the people who listen, to tell them that life is to live, that love is there, that nothing is a promise, but that beauty exists, and must be hunted for and found. That death is a luxury, better to be ro manticized and sung about than dw elt upon in the face of life. Joan Baez

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Now that you know it's nowhere, what's to stop your com ing home? All you've got to do is go there and then you'll realize what's going on You w ent to a strange land searching for a truth you felt was w rong That's where the heartache started. Though you're where you want to be you're not where you belong.

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"This is the goodliest land we ever saw for it is replenished with fair fields and in them fra grant flowers. "W e stood a w hile like men ravished at the beautie and delicacie of this sweet soile: for besides divers clear lakes of fresh water we saw meadows very large and hedged w ith stately groves— there was such an incredible store of vines we could not go for treading on them ." The Voyage of Bartholomew Gosnold— 1602

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When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clear in his absence as the mountain to the clim ber is clearer from the plain. K. Gibran

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Josephine Rose Lincoln H erron

You are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are w ith you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dw ell in the house of tom orrow , which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you, For life goes not backward nor tarries w ith yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness. Kahlil Gibran

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. . . Si . . . the dramatic super jock . . . vicechairman of I.B.T.C. . . . Sarah sex-appeal . . . LIN D A -A -A -A !! . . . Say what, say who, say when? . . . "H ey Cuddles, how ya doin'?" . . . the day she wore a dress, and everyone fainted . . . Springfield College— I wonder who goes there? . . . Rob . . . typical senior w ith an age-old romance . . . three years with a blind d a te ..............................

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W hen I was one, I had just begun.

W hen I was tw o, I was nearly new.

W ho knows Those Waves W hat though Sea cold Said as they Sedately All chose New Wave Way Zeniths Mason W illiam s

I must have throw n A b illio n rocks W hen I was a kid I had more tim e Than I needed So I threw it away The spinning stone Is a m om ent throw n The distance tossed In the moments lost The kid alone Is good at stones Mason W illiam s

W hen I was three, I was hardly me.

Lynn F. H utchins '

In the early m orning m oonlight I cast my net into the dark horizon And the dawn Like the gleaming belly of a surfacing fish Leapt from the sea Mason W illiams

When I consider how my life is spent I hardly ever repent Ogden Nash

When I was four, I was not much more.

When I was five, I was just alive.

W hat has happened to time? It doesn't come around anymore. The very last tim e I saw Was a-w histlin' out the d o o r . . . Mason W illiam s

But now I am six and I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll stay six for ever and ever. A. A. M ilne

. . However eagerly I sought salva tion, oblivion, . . . understanding, and peace, I always found them in music alone. It did not need to be Beethoven or Bach: It has been a continual conso lation to me and a justification for all life that there is music in the world, that one can at times be moved by rhythms and pervaded by harmonies. O music! A m elody occurs to you; you sing it si lently, inwardly only; you steep your being in it; it takes posession of all your strength and emotions, and during the tim e it lives in you, it effaces all that is fortuitous, evil, coarse, and sad in you; it brings the world into harmony with you, it makes burdens light, and gives wings to depressed spirits." H. Hesse

Giraffe . . . peasants! . . . Oglethorpe . . . but I'm positive I'll be rejected . . . fine . . . nuts . . . pearly whites . . . I really don't like South Americans . . . H a !! . . . music jock . . . stretch . . . reeking of EAU SAUVAGE . . . EKA . . . today I almost didn 't make it .. . ribbit .. . hiya preppie . . . my main am bition is to be a Cornell artsy.

Lauren H ope Levenson

I rem em ber days that felt like it was raining daisies. John Sebastian

Susan R obinson Kipp

Suki . . . Hey you guys, I got the car today! . . . Space m onkey . . . Quack . . . Remind me not to forget Larry's ring . . . A.M. Li brary Crowd . . . Herschal . . . Ya mudda's a skindiver for Roto-Rooter . . . Mouse Pruffe . . . D on't be crass . . . I was a teen age beach bum . . . Larry .

Still a man hears what he wants to hear, And disregards the rest. Paul Simon

" i have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and patience from the im patient, Yet strange i am ungrateful to these teachers." Gibran

Nurse Linda . . . w ill you drop me off at work? . . . SARAH-H-H . . . your m other . . . Say what, say who? . . . Bobby—

Linda W h ite Peterson

is a feeling depth. The ability to reach someone. It's being a part of what today is all about. It's not cool to be Black or Jewish or Italian or any thing else. It's just cool to be alive, to be around. Aretha Franklin

W ho stole the cookie from the cookie jar? . . . The Devil made me do i t . . . Bancroft socialite . . . Brandeis UB . . . Platonic relationships . . . Mr. W hite, Shakespeare had a black girlfriend . . . liberated mittens . . . super jock . . . I was a teenage w e re w o lf. . .

"th e day most w holly lost is the one on which one does not laugh." Nicolas Chamfort

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"To describe happiness is to dim inish it." "W hen you can't find peace in yourself, it is useless to look for it elsewhere."

Do not be content to stop at the popular viewpoints. Walk in the cool forests and by rivers and streams and watch the great rocks reveal themselves in endless and varied character. Ansel Adams

Barbara Petter

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. T. S. Eliot

Everyone is crazy but me and thee, and sometimes I suspect even thee.

Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical w ind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass grow ing on Llareggub Hill, dew fall, starfall, the sleep of birds in M ilk W ood. Dylan Thomas

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Andrea Jeanne Salloom wished to live deliberately, to front

only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, d is c o v e r th a t I had not lived. Henry David Thoreau

And as you turn to look into the eyes of that someone you stop; for you remember good-bye. Christy St. Jean

I always remember license plates . . .Mustang Sally . . . the Hill . . . member of the IBTC . . . You fag! . . . the horny dogs on the hill . . . Dukie, Dukie, Dukie, . . . I hate this car . . . size 4? (uh, uh) . . .

Nunziata Maria Scola

What is it? Bird seed?

the greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, n o t man apart fro m t h a t . . .

Robinson Jeffers

Judy Schechtman

Look forward to where you are going by looking back to where you have been.

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Janice Loretta Waite

Know thyself and nothing in excess. Socrates

Bette Stafford

There is only one corner of the universe we can be certain of improvingthat is ourselves.

Kristina W att

Didn't you hear what she said about her secret? It was singing to her? . . . It wasn't that sort of singing. It was inside my own self . . . About a magic sort of light . . . James Thurber

Julie-Anne Waterhouse Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom Herman Hesse

You've got to be kidding . . . stark staring mad . . . I d o n 't want to hear about it! . . . I'm confused . . . Oh sugar! . . . Miss "Summer of '42" . . . you're off your tree . . . think about it . . . good study hall an nouncements . . . kinky . . . Ribbit . . .

Anywhere is the center of the world. Black Elk

You should never, never doubt what no one is sure about!

We, the class of 1972, being of not altogether sound mind and extremely nourished body, do here-by leave a few tiny fragments of ourselves to those who will miss us the most. We leave: Mrs. Anderson working for the FBI Mrs. Backstrom pithed frogs Mr. Carlson a great big hug Mrs. Carr understood Mrs. Davis tenors and basses Mr. Dow rolling in the darkroom Mrs. Ewing the Forbidden City Mr. Garfield a beaten bush Miss Gauch a jum ping-off point Mr. Gauthier reluctantly Mrs. Gebelein a volleyball clinic George Judy's scarf Mrs. Jernberg an art room of her own Mr. Johannes our addresses and phone numbers Miss Keith walking her puppies at 4 A.M. Mrs. Knutson a megaphone Mrs. Liddy lettuce seeds Mr. Manuel an unknown identity Mrs. Marsters a histrionic smile Mr. Matthieu six young ladies and a Parisian hotel Mr. Mottram a T-square Mrs. Norwood snips and snails and puppy-dog tails Father Perron a jar of gefilteh fish Pikie behind the scenes Miss Sheldon 8:30-8:45 A.M. Mrs. Stansfield pheasants and pink elefantes Mrs. Trostel as one of the girls Mr. W hite all Freuded out Mr. W ood giving tours of the foliage Mrs. W ood an X-rated movie

Ginny leaves putting soup in her crackers Sue B. leaves ecologically Hillary leaves a star Pat leaves w ith Dan Mary leaves Hell's Angels Jennifer leaves with that silly old bear Marion sails for the Vineyard Betsy leaves "H igh on a H ill" Karen leaves the country Fereshteh leaves air mail Emily leaves watching situation comedies Becca leaves . . . again Pam leaves for bigger and better things Suzy leaves for a trip on the S.S. Wonkatania Jo leaves to live and die abroad Lynn leaves on her knees Sarah leaves Robbed Suki rides off into the sunset with Prince Charles and her mother Lauren leaves w ith O glethorpe for Cornell Linda leaves wanting to be Bobby's girl Barbara leaves her gunga boots to Mrs. Marsters Michele leaves in a green VW Patsy leaves shaking hands and kissing babies Robin leaves hoping tw o w ill take her place Andrea leaves for the Bar Judy leaves Super Jewd Nunzi leaves THE Bancroft Girl Bette leaves to continue the search for the Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tom orrow Janice left early Julie leaves stark, staring mad Kris leaves for La Scala

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