Hammond High School - Dunes Yearbook (Hammond, IN)

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Dressed as a little girl at a Halloween party, Donna Kostic shows us her marvelous jump rope skills. Some people can ' t even ride a pogo stick - Tim lones can, without holding on! Backed up by Buddy Coettsch and other members of RIZE, vocalist Garrard McClendon performs at the DUNES extravaganza. Being the Dorothy Hamill of the roller skating world, Chandra Townley ponders what trick to do to get herself over the hump where the smooth rink ends and the carpet begins. While attending a pom pon camp at Ball State, Mia Ginn sings a ballad to her friend the pillow. Watch out Irene Cara! 22 Student Life Talent

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Twas Ihe nig ht before Christmas and all through da flat, Nutten was movin, not even a rat. Da stokins was hung by da stove pip wit care In hopes dat the wind would take out da bad air. Wid me in my flannels, me brudder in jeans, We T ote settled down full a ' bis- cuits and beans When all of a sudden we heard such a clatter. We jumpt out of bed to see what was da matter. When out on da crest of da new fallen snow, I seen me old man and me big Unde Joe. Dair arms was loaded with pre- sents and a tree For Mudder (Sister, Louie, and Me) It ' s da nite after Christmas and all through da flat Notten is moving ' , (we gotta da rat.) Me fodder ' s asleep in his warm little bed. While visions of bill collectors dance through his head. Da toys is all busted and broken, I fear; Guess Louie and 111 just wait till next year. Renee Sims found and entered the 1984 X-mas Tree Contest with the winning Chicago Mar- shall Field ' s Toy Dept tree. It appropriately had teddy bears on it to honor the stuffed animal ' s 80th birthday. I thought it was a toaster, said Deb Dar- rough after she opened the present given to her by a friend in physics. By Gerald Bkalar, 1950 Graduate Appeared in Ihe Dec. 16, 1955 HERALD

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TALENT y Te All Can Have It There is no such thing as talent. If there are any inborn, God-given gifts, they are in the precocious fields of music, mathematics, and chess; if you have such a gift, you know it by now. All the rest of us, in all other fields, are not talented. We all start out dull and weary and uninspired. Apart from a few like Mozart, there never have been any great and ac- complished little children in the world. Genius is the product of education. Perhaps it ' s a cruel thing to insist that there is no such thing as talent. We all want to believe that being selfless was easy for Albert Schweitzer, that Faulkner ' s novels just popped into his head, that Rem- brandt painted because he had to. We want to believe all these nonsen- sical things in order to get ourselves off the hook. For if these people had no talent, then might the rest of us have painting or writing or great thinking as an option? We, who have no talent? I think the answer is yes, absolutely. So I maintain that the people who have made something of their lives — the Pasteurs and Cezannes and Melvilles — were neither more talented nor more disciplined nor more energetic nor more driven than the rest of us. They were simply bet- ter educated. Some of them did it the hard way, studying all the difficult works of their fields at home on their own. Others studied in school. But they all studied. You won ' t find a writer who hasn ' t studied the details of the works of other writers — although occasionally, you find an American writer like Hemmingway or Whitman who deliberately pretend- ed to be spontaneous and unstudied, probably in order to mislead the competition. And occasionally you find a writer like Thoreau, a very well educated Harvard man whose reading was in the Greek classics and in whose work most readers overlook the evidences of scholar- ship and effort simply because they don ' t want to see them. It ' s hard work, doing something with your life. The very thought of hard work makes me queasy. I ' d rather die in peace. Here we are, all equal and alike and none of us much to write home about — and some people choose to make themselves into physicists or thinkers or major league pitchers, knowing perfectly well that it will be nothing but hard work. But I want to tell you that it ' s not as bad as it sounds. Doing something does not require discipline; it creates its own discipline. We all want to believe that other people are natural wonders; it gets us off the hook. People can lift cars when they want to. People can recite the Koran, too, and run in marathons. These things aren ' t ways of life; they are merely possibilities for everyone on certain occasions of life. You don ' t lift cars around the clock or write books every year. But when you do, it ' s not so hard. It ' s not superhuman. It ' s very human. You do it for love. You do it for love and respect for your own life; you do it for love and respect for the world; and you do it for love and respect for the task itself. The above article is an excerpt from a graduation speech delivered by Pulitzer Prize winner Annie Dillard at Fairhaven College on june 9, 1978. After staying up practically all night long at a slumber party. Barb Ostrovsky fights the war of wrinkles. Busy at his hobby of gabbing on a phone, Rick Tucker disproves the theory that teenage girls use the phones the most.