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EMMET JOHN PATRICK
                                                       AUSTIN

                                                       “ Class Leprechaun”

                                                       Years at Buckley: 5
                                                       Activities: Blue Team, Captain of Interscholastic A Soccer Team,

                                                          Scripta, Chess Club, Chess Champion, Talent Show, Musicals: The
                                                          Boyfriend, The Wiz, Thanksgiving Program, DAR Contest, Basket­
                                                          ball, Baseball, Track, Tennis, Junior Chorus, Buckley Banter
                                                       Quips: Fresh Hey dude Bye people . . It was him . What? . . .
                                                          Not again . . . Wasn’t that fuuuunn . . . Now in English . . Mukul . . .
                                                          What do I do now? . . . What’s for homework? . . . Later (much) . . . Oh
                                                          brother, here we go again . . . I didn’t do nothin’ . . . Help! . . . Boring
                                                          . . . Not again . . . What homework, you never gave us any . . . Chill
                                                          dude . . . Narly . .. Shamus (referring to James).

Last Will: I, Emmet Austin, being of unsound           Quotes: “ Two roads diverged in
   mind and body, hereby bequeath my life sav­            a yellow wood . . . . and I . . . I
   ings to the following: I leave Mukul his amebas,       took the one less traveled by.”
   drosophila melangastor and the rest of science         Robert Frost; “ When my coun­
   to conquer. To Adlen, I leave his computer and         try takes her place among the
   the great friendship we had. To Pinar, I leave a       the nations of the earth, then,
   Bryan Adams program. I leave Josh a years              and only then, let my epitath
  supply of rubber bands. I leave Margaret a do-          be written.” Robert Emmet;
  it-yourself hair spiking-kit. I leave Andre a sea­      “ Don’t try to live your life in
  son pass to the Mets. To James, I leave a pack          one day.” Howard Jones
  of pens. I leave, Krissy, hosehead. Kerry, I leave      “ Don’t give in. Make some­
  Pepe and an answering machine. Kenji, a fire­           thing out of yourself.” Mr. T
  work’s company. Mrs. Goudreau, I leave a math           “ Yours is not to wonder why,
  book. Kristin, I leave a life supply of swatches. I     yours is but to do and die.”
  leave the rest of my classmates, the great              William Shakespeare; “ Home
  friendship that we shared. And last but not             Ductus In Se Semper Divitias
  least, to Mrs. Zezulin, I leave an “ aurevoir” .        Habet: An educated man al-
                                                          ays' has riches within him­
                                                          self.” ; “ Shoot for the stars, but
                                                          keep your feet on the ground
                                                          and you’ll never come up with
                                                          sand in your hand.” Theodore
                                                          Roosevelt

LAUREL ANNE BLATCHFORD

“ Class Author”

Years at Buckley: 7
Activities: Red Team, Field Hockey, Soccer, Basketball, Track, Soft-

   ball, Student Council 1983-1984, 1984-1985, 1985-1986. Musicals: Bye,
   Bye Birdie (spotlight), The Boyfriend, The Wiz; Scripta Staff 1984-
   1986, Scripta co-editor 1985-1986.
Quips: See? . . . You’re embarrassing me . . What’s the matter? . .. I’m
   hyper . . . Shut up, Steph . . . Bye, Tweedle . . . I hate you too, Kristin
   . . . Hi, Joe Betts . . Bonjourno, Mr. A.

                                                       Quotes: “ Keep your face to the         Last Will: I, Laurel Blatchford, leave the two
                                                          sun, and you cannot see the             best homeroom teachers with thanks for all the
                                                          shadow” . Helen Keller; “ We            comic relief in the mornings. Mr. Caplice, the
                                                          shall not cease from explora­           Chinese painter’s brother. Stephanie, a pen she
                                                          tion and the end of all our ex­         can keep. Mukul, five cents. Anne, my love and
                                                          ploring will be to arrive where         all the hyper afternoons we had. Miss Betts,
                                                          we started and know the place           much love, masking tape and thanks for toler­
                                                          for the first time.” T.S. Eliot        ating me, my father, Buckley, among other
                                                                                                 things. To all my good friends, the things I
                                                                                                 don’t have enough room to or can’t write. And
                                                                                                 to all the teachers, thanks for your wonderful
                                                                                                 support and friendship. I’m gonna miss you all.
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