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N N E T E M CI B R E I %* WKTBR1DGEWATER,MA 02379 "3 1611 00091 /^ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Federally funded with LSTA funds through the Massachusetts Board of Library Commissioners http://www.archive.org/details/climberwestbridg1992unse N N E T E N MltfW& WEST BRIDGEWATER JUNIOR-SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL v„^ WEST BRIDGEWATER. MA ^ emiterTu6rkLiSr 80^HowardStreet 'West'Bridgewater,Ma 02379 "It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat/' Theodore Roosevelt .!«-» INTRODUCTION OUR ROLE IN SCHOOL HAS BEEN TO TRY. TO TRY NEW SCHOOL PRO- JECTS, TO TRY TO FINISH OUR HOMEWORK, TO TRY TO STUDY FOR TESTS, TO TRY TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, TO TRY TO GROW TO BE THE BESTSTUDENTS AND HUMAN BEINGS WE CAN. SOMETIMES WE SUCCEED: SOMETIMES WE FAIL BUT ACTUALLY, WE ALWAYS SUCCEED WHEN WE MAKE THE EFFORT. IF OUR YEARS AT WESTBRIDGEWATER HIGH SCHOOL HAVE TAUGHT US ANYTHING IT IS TO MAKE THE EFFORT. AND, IF IT HAS TAUGHT US THAT, IT HAS TAUGHT US EVERYTHING. — MICHELLE MATURO LITERARY EDITOR TABLE OT CONTENTS INTRODUCTION 2 DEDICATEE 4 ADMINISTRATION 7 FACULTY 77 SENIORS 77 UNDERCLASSMEN 65 SPORTS 77 ACTIVITIES 103 ADVERTISING 113 . . 1992 CLIMBER EDITORIAL BOARD LITERARY EDITOR Michelle Maturo PHOTOGRAPHY EDITOR Michelle Burkett BOYS' SPORTS EDITOR Mike Mitchell GIRLS'SPROTS EDITOR Anne Furey ADVERTISING EDITOR Tara Whittemore CIRCULATION EDITOR Karen Hebert PRODUCTION EDITOR Alison Duhamel LAY-OUR EDITOR John LaCroix ART EDITOR Dawn Turner DEDICATEE, 1992 Walter James Yarnall III was born October 13, 1943, in New Holland, Pennsylvania. He attended New Holland elementary schools, movedto Leo/a, Pennsylvania andgraduatedfrom Cones- toga Valley High Schoolin 1962. His family includes his parents, WalterandRuth, andhissister, Bonnie, whoallstillresidein Leo/a, Pennsylvania. WalterJames YarnallIIIattendedBentley Collegeand was involved in the Naval Reserves. While attending Bentley College, he met Dorothy LaBrache. They were marriedonJanuary20, 1966. Mr. Yarnall worked in retail for K-Mart in Pennsylvania, NewJersey, ConnecticutandMassachusetts. Walter, Dorothy and their two sons, James and Matthew, live in West Bridgewater, Massachusetts. Mr. Yarnall's interests include biking, cross-country skiing and fishing, but his main interest has alwaysbeenhisfamily. Mr. Yarnallhastakengreatinterestandpride in West Bridgewater- its schools, sports andkids. «Vv>« WALTER JAMES YARNALL III Credit is not always given to the person behind the scenes, who is always '/S/ dedicating his time andeffort doing things for others. This year, because of his spirit and concern for the schooland the community, it is with sincere appreciation that we, the Class of 1992, dedicate our CLIMBER to Walter James Yarnall III. Mr. Yarnallhas been a friendandan inspiration to all ofus since ouryears of YAA. Since he has been workinghere at the High School, we have seen tremendous changes for the better, especially his dedication to oursports fields which arealwaysproperlypresentedand well-equipped forgamesandpractices. Hehasshown us howtobean effectiveleaderanda hard worker through his desire, affection and love of us here at West Bridgewater. Thank you Mr. Yarnall - we will never forget you. YARNALL JIM DIRECTC R BUILDINGS & G OUNDS THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because was grassy and wanted wear; it Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost