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MICHAE. GUY GEFFROY
      Beneath the veil of his sly smile, his dry sense of humor,  and his seemingly quiet manner, Mike has
     amassed a host of activities and  accomplishments  in his thirteen years at M.B.  President of the senior
     class, a student senator for two years, and Editorial Editor of The Quaker, he has also gained the respect
     of the faculty and peers for his abilities in the classroom. On the playing fields, “G” started out freshman
     year  as  a  terror  on  the  lacrosse  team,  subsequently  facing-off for  three  years,  played  striker  for  two
     seasons on the soccer squad, and recently began sprinting as one of “ Doc’s Jocks.” Socially, Mike is hard
     to keep up with, and his cool and determination have won over many friends. Whether he be surfing on
     the beaches of Gansett with young blond ladies, playing “ Patton” in one of his many autos, or telling you
     all you wanted to know about military history, Mike always finds himself in front of a crowd of people.
     He truly is a “ chum” in every sense of the word.
     “Charlie don’t surf’
                                                                         Apocalypse Now
     “ Pretty Amazing”
                                                                           Princess Diana
     “ ’Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel”
                                                                        William Thackery
     “ Hey Stimey, where ya go’in?”
     “ I don’t know but I’m on my way.”












                          DAVID ADAM GOLDBERG
       Dave and  I first met in six grade. It was a time of innocence and carefree living. But since then Dave
     has come a long way and  really “ made it.” Maintaining an  honors average through high school,  David
     has  emerged  as  a  leader  in  our  class.  David  is  a  two  fisted  participant  in  sports.  He  was  a  four year
     member of both the sailing and wrestling teams. In fact, as a junior David led the varsity wrestling team
     in  points for the  first three matches. Although he won by forfeit all three times, he was determined to
     move on and sacrifice his body to higher weight classes. As the season closed with his body in shape of a
     pretzel,  David  was  prepared  to  help  skipper  the  Quakers  to  the  number  four  team  in  New  England.
     Besides  being  a  starting  skipper and  a  nationally  ranked  sailor,  David’s  greatest contributions  to the
     team  were  his  intellectual  lectures.  David,  I  never  wanted  to  take  sides  on  the  argument,  but  Mr.
     Young’s explanation of the women’s hormonal system was more factual than yours.
      On behalf of all those who know you, thank you for the countless times of entertainment and for being
     such a great friend. Good luck David and eat a lot of shish kebob because you can never get sick of it.
                                                                                Mike P.
















                         MICHELE JOY GOLDSMITH
      When  Michele  arrived  at  Moses  Brown,  she  brought with  her  a flash  of class,  being  a  product of a
     Cranstonian  family.  She  immediately  established  herself as  an  accomplished  artist,  as  well  as  a  deft
     statistician for both the hockey and soccer teams. Cranston’s school system must have done something
     for Michele, for she established herself as an academic superior as well. Aside from the standard things,
     Michele’s personality includes so much more. She’s warm, sincere, and always available with a joke and
     a laugh. We’ll never forget her wild weekends at “ the club,” her infamous trips to Narragansett, and her
     unique driving abilities (How MJG — 100 just “ slipped” into reverse we’ll never know!). Michele has left
     a great impact on the M.B. community as well. Whatever she pursues during the course of her life she is
    sure to do it with class, style, and a flair for the good life.
                                                                          We’ll miss you.
                                                                                  G.D.
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