Seventies yearbooks are an intermittent jag of mine, and I’ve been cruising a bunch of them over at the Internet Archive — to the point where I’m starting to develop a Seventies Yearbook Bingo game based on my favorite themes.
(One favorite game: Guess how many pages you have to get into each yearbook before you find a picture of somebody playing a guitar. When you find one, it will almost certainly be an acoustic guitar, the tool of pained, earnest troubadors everywhere. Give yourself five extra points if it’s not.)
But this is a digression. The real kernel in tonight’s post:
If you like Seventies culture, you simply have to see the front cover of the Weymouth South High School 1979 yearbook, from Weymouth, Massachusetts.
I’m not gonna give you any hints as to what’s on it. But once you’ve seen it, you will not forget it, because a thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Seriously. I’m not trolling or rick-rolling you; I’m not linking to a Playboy centerfold or a gore-shot from some ungodly horror movie. I’m steering you to the distilled essence of Teenage Seventies, or part of it anyway.
Odds are, you won’t even notice the howling spelling error at top right.
Well, OK, now you will.
(If by chance you click the link and you get the inside cover of the yearbook, just click on the left-hand page to get to the front cover.)
Dude.
Neck Pickup 
Dear lady, can you here(sic) the wind blow?
That _is_ pretty epic. Someone had blackmail picts on the principal.
Good catch. I hadn’t noticed that – I scanned the text but didn’t look at every last word.
IIRC, the album didn’t have a lyric sheet, so the artist here may have been working from memory and repeated listens.
I looked just closely enough to indicate that most of the words seemed to match my own memory, but there could be other mistakes.