Pickford High School - Panther Yearbook (Pickford, MI)

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Ode To ' 77 When we the class of 77 from these hallowed halls have fled, We fear the fun will all be gone and PHS be dead. Who vill fill the hallowed senior seat, those steps out in the hall? Where Kathy, Janet, and Jane once sat, why we can ' t name them all. I ask again you people, when the library tables sit. Unadorned by human form, might they straighten out a bit? No Brenda, Berta, Pam or Al to crush the legs all flat, How will the poor tables ever survive without that ton of fat? How will poor Mac spend all his time when lockers aren ' t kicked in? No Jim or Bob or David here to bend each door of tin. Let ' s worry about the locker rooms. He or She or It, Without Kim or Mike or Tom and Joel, they may survive a bit. The doors may close, the locks all snap, no towels all ripped apart. To reorganize each locker room was a senior work of art. Who will mix up Mrs. Johnson ' s desk until every bit is lost, To do without Beaver and Duane in Home Ec. , imagine what we ' ve lost. Home Ec. isn ' t just for boys you know, it takes a girl to burn a pan, Now who will ruin those utensils, with no Mary Bev Michalski, or Jan. The cheerleader squad will take a drastic loss and go down without a sigh, Who will match the precission of Mac Donald and Quinnell as in a heap they lie? The Stalwart bus will seem funny now without that load of crud, No Dennis, Deb or Billy R. to bring in all the mud. Detention hall will lose its pets, the place will empty get. With Sherry, Jeff, Andy and Alison gone the rest will have room to sit. Our band will lose its nasal tone, the director will get well, Without Percussion Mark, and Windy Paul, the music will start to sell. What will they do at fire alarms, without Richard and Rod to keep doors clean. We fear they will be replaced with a big snow blower machine. Our social life will fizz right out, the place will be like a stone, No Linda, Bill, Bruce or Laura, who will set the tone? The halls will grow dim again so we can ' t see a thing, When Kathy and Tammy leave PHS, each with a sparkling ring. Oh, what a dismal future for dear old PHS, What they will do without the seniors is anybody ' s guess.

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Old McDonalds Congratulations Class of ' IT OLD MC DONALDS AUCTION BARN OLD MC DONAIDS FURNITURE BARN Come to the Bam with Charm Furniture Selected to Suit Your Taste and Budget. M - 129 Pickford Phone 647-5350 Skinner ' s SKINNERS GAR. ' GE INC. Dealer for Massey-Ferguson Equipment Stihl Chains and Shell Oil Products Phone 647-5 655 Stevenson Congratulations Class of ' 77 ' STEVENSON INSURANCE AGENCY Downtown Pickford Phone 647-6131 Panther Patrons: SAULT PRINTING CO. SANGSTER AUTO SUPPLY FRENCHY ' S RESTAURANT ITALL N JOES D ROW ' S FLOWERS PANEL PARLOR PINE - AIR MOTEL NATURAL LIVING FOODS AIAN AND CATHY REAMER KIRBY CO. OF THE SOO O ' CONNERS W O ' CONNER ' S Chrysler, Dodge, Plymouth, and Dodge Trucks Plymouth Arrows, Dodge Colts, and U sed Cars 1 1 2 Miles North on M - 129 647-5574 or 647-9211 ELECTRIC EQUIPMENT CO. SAULT STE. MARIE RED OUT AMERICAN OXFE CO-ED FLOWERS KARMELKORN BAKERY CHIPPEWA MARINE F. W. WOOLWORTHS KARLENE ' S BEAUTY SALON NEVILLE ' S SUPERETTE

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Laugh Lines ?? Bruce W. : I ' m becoming so nearsighted that I bump into people when I walk along the Street. Rod S. : Goodness, man! That ' s dangerous! Why don ' t you buya car and drive it? Marty L. came home from school one day proudly exhibiting a book, which he said he won for accuracy in Bio- logy. However did you do that? asked his mother. The teacher asked how many legs an ostrich had. 1 said three. But an ostrich has only two legs. replied his mother. Well, the rest of the class said four. Mrs. Johnson was asked her age. Well let me figure it out. she replied. 1 was eighteen when I married, and my husband was thirty. He is now sixty, or twice as old as he was then. So 1 am thirty-six. I ' d like to go to the mountains this summer, said Kristin to John, but I ' m afraid that the mountain air wouldn ' t agree with me. My dear, said John, it wouldn ' t dare disagree. Oh yes, said Lori W. proudly, we can trace our ancestors back too--to--well, 1 don ' t know exactly who, but we ' ve been descending for centuries. Duane B. , pulling with one mule: Giddap Peter! Giddap Barney! Giddap Johnny! Giddap Bill! Stranger: How many names does that mule have? Duane: His name ' s Pete, but he don ' t know his own strength; so I put blinders on ' im and yell a lot o ' names, an ' he thinks a lot o ' other mules are helpin ' ' im. Judge, Did you, or did you not strike the policeman? Richard H. : The answer is in the infirmary. Panting and perspiring, two boys on a tandem bicycle at last reached the top of a steep hill. Stiff climb, Debbie, said Wendy C. , breathing heavily. Sure was, Agreed Debbie N. , and if 1 hadn ' t kept that brake on we ' d have gone backward. Reuban K. was too bashful to propose to his girl in person, so he called her on the telephone. Lisa, he began shyly, I got me a little farm out in the country. I got a cow, a dozen chickens, a pig, a mule, an ' a hoss and buggy. Taking a deep breath, he said quickly, what I wants to know--will you marry me? Co ' se I will, honey — and who is this speakin ' ? Greg was running errands for his sister. Among the requirements was a trip to the drugstore. 1 want a box of powder for my sister. he said. Certainly, replied the clerk, and aiming to have a joke, he added, do you want the kind that goes off with a bang? But Greg was equal to the occasion. No, he answered brightly, the kind that goes on with a puff. Sobo: How old were you on your last birthday? Jeff W. : 17, sir. Sobo: How old will you be on your next birthday? Jeff: 19, sir. Sobo: Nonsense, if you were 17 on your last birthday, how can you be 19 on your next birthday? Jeff: I ' m eighteen today. PARTY DOWN !!!!! Gloria: The two things I cook best are meat loaf and peach cobbler. Duane S. Well, which is this?