Hammond High School - Dunes Yearbook (Hammond, IN)

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WINTER FORMAL J ancing “All Night Long” January 28, 1984 started out like a typical Winter Formal Day. Associa- tion members were busy running around making last minute prepara- tions for the dance. Others were busy washing their hair, cleaning out the family car, or making phone calls trying to find out what everybody was going to do afterwards. Before the dance, taking pictures appeared to be most parents ' excite- ment for the night. It seemed like they had to have at least a dozen pic- tures of the couple by the fireplace, and another dozen of their son pin- ning the corsage on his date, and of the girl pinning on the boutinerre. Then it was necessary to go to the date ' s house and go through the whole thing again. And if a person doubled with another couple, well At the Firemen ' s Local, the same was happening. While James Photographers were taking pictures of some couples, more were arriv- ing. By 7:30, the place was packed, and dinner was ready. Dinner was the only sour note of the evening. The food was not even typical catered food. No one knew how the caterer was able to do it, but he even managed to ruin the corn. Also, eating with plastic silver- ware was not all it was cut out to be (no pun intended). That really didn ' t matter too much because most couples had planned on going out to eat afterwards. The DJ, from the Hot Mix Five, was the highlight of the evening. Though he didn ' t play the theme song, All Night Long, he kept the place filled with music all night long. It was good music, too. But almost everyone was so drunk with happiness, he could have played polkas and still everyone Laura Reynolds watches intently while Henry Puentes loads his plate with mashed potatoes. would have danced. It appeared that not too many people were dancing with their own date, mainly just mingling and dancing at the same time. Around midnight everyone disap- peared from the hall and went on to their post-formal activities. Some drove to Chicago, only to find that no place was still serving dinner, and then, ended up eating at McDonald ' s. Some drove around the Region, looking for a place that was open, only to end up sitting in a park- ing lot eating a pepperoni pizza. However, there had been a few that had played it smart and had made reservations and were able to sit down to a nice meal (with real silver- ware). Regardless of what happened after Formal, the evening was still a success and everyone had a good time, all night long.

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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.

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M aking the Yearbook “Yourbook” To help make this yearbook one that is customized to you personally, complete the questions below and include the items (stick them in the covers of the book) listed. This will work something like a baby book (except maybe it will get filled in). In- Name (and Nickname): elude: report cards, schedules, I.D. card, baggie from chemistry, ticket stubs (from sports and plays), dried flowers from prom and winter for- mal, hand-written English and foreign language composition, school- related newspaper clippings, notes from your friends, a piece of streamer from homecoming, a pig tail (biology), computer matches, play programs (especially from the DUNES Extravaganza), Wildcat rib- bons and buttons, a pass. Address: Phone: Height: Weight: The teacher who had the most impact on me was: The class I dreaded or enjoyed the most: The most meaningful or meaningless homework assignment, test, paper: The most exciting athletic event was: The most exciting extra-curricular project, event, or activity was: Our favorite hangouts (lunch time and after school) were: The best school assembly was: The funniest thing that ever happened at school was: Our favorite expressions were: What I wore to school and my hairstyle: My favorite songs, movies, and t.v. shows were: My part-time job was (include wages per hour): Clubs I participated in: Student Living Making the Yearbook Yourbook” 25