| 1989 |
| None |
| 1988 |
| None |
| 1987 |
| None |
| 1986 |
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Mr. Williams
THE BUILDER
Smoothing a cypress beam
With a scarred hand,
I saw a carpenter
In a far land.
Down past the flat roofs
Poured the white sun;
But still he bent his back,
The patient one.
"Who art thou, carpenter,
Of the bowed head;
And what buildest thou?"
"Heaven," he said.
- Willard Wattles
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| 1985 |
| None |
| 1984 |
| None |
| 1983 |
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Michael M. Fortunato
In Memory Of...
Superintendent of Schools Michael M. Fortunato passed away suddenly on August 14, 1982. Mr. Fortunato had served as Superintendent of Schools since 1973, after having been Assistant Superintendent for two years.
Mr. Fortunato's help and guidance will be sorely missed by all students at the high school and, indeed, by everyone in the schools and in our town. He was a dedicated and tireless worker for the school department and a congenial and concerned friend of students. Mr. Fortunato was a demanding leader who insisted upon excellence and was committed to providing every student with the best possible education Winthrop could offer.
The students in the high school especially will miss Mr. Fortunato who could always be found in his office at the corner of the school and who was always available to speak with students and offer advice or encouragement. Many students, either arriving very early for school in the morning or leaving late in the day after practice or rehearsal will long remember the cheerful hello and warm greeting from our former superintendent.
The editors and staff of the 1983 Echo wish to dedicate this yearbook to the memory of Michael M.
Fortunato. |
| 1982 |
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In Memory Of...
Carl DeStefano
This memory brightens
o'er the past,
As when the sun,
concealed
Behind some cloud that
near us hangs.
Shines on a distant
field.
- Longfellow, "A Gleam of Sunshine"
Lisa Parinello
When time, who
steals our years
away,
Shall Steal our
pleasures, too.
The memory of the
past will stay.
And half our joys,
renew.
- Thomas Moore, Song
Curtis Cramb
Oh, I have roamed o'er
many lands.
And many friends I've
met.
Not one fair scene or
kindly smile can
this poor heart forget.
- I. H. Boyle, Song
Joseph Tulipani
Thou hast
wounded the spirit
that loved thee
and cherish'd thine
image for years;
Thou hast taught
me at last to
forget thee
In secret, in
silence, and tears.
- Mrs. David Porter |
| 1981 |
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| 1990 |
| None |
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