That uncomfortable realization while signing a yearbook that you'll likely never see or speak to that person again, that what you presumed was a good friendship is fleeting before your eyes.  It makes this yearbook comment quite poignant: "Dear Slugger: We talk each other's language thus we should continue and not necessitate writing in such an insignificant spot as this.  You know how much I think of you, cherish you?  If not, a hell of a lot.  We have more fun than any body, right?  Jesus, this crap makes me think you are going or something --.  Joe Wills."  From Texas Wesleyan's 1942 yearbook.