Blackfoot High School - Bronco Yearbook (Blackfoot, ID)

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LliliLLIllr k LtfUUi Boxes and bags full of toys and food are expected to be seen at Blackfoot High School once a year during the Christmas season. True to tradition, students again brought toys and food in hopes of making needy chil- dren's Christmas a little happier. Class competitions be- came fierce as the promise of class parties for home- rooms with the largest con- tributions was announced. Several bicycles, dolls, and even a swing set were don- ated. At the end of the week, Mr. Dahle and Mrs. Thompson's homeroom were the top two winners. During the Christmas as- sembly, a class food pyra- mid building competition was held. The Seniors won, with a little help from bags of potatoes at the base of their pyramid. This year also brought a new home for our Christmas tree. Instead of it being dis- played in the lunchroom, it was moved to the entrance of the building where all could see it. The few last school days before Christmas vacation were filled with excitement as friends exchanged gifts and tidings before beginning the extra long holiday vaca- tion. Blackfoot Education Association's tree at the Christmas Tree Fantasy. Mr. Estergard's art classes made the decorations. Kermit, where are you?” Candy Jo Covington and Miss Piggy smile for the camera. 20

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Throughout the long list of awards, the color guard stands, waiting tensely for the announcement of where they placed. Hard at work! The marching band and color guard entertain the crowd at Davis Cup in Salt Lake City. Utah. Ann Salverson, Shane Lindsay. Mandy Peter- sen. April Cobbley and Marnie Ricks CONCEN- TRATE! Have you ever felt the need to get out of your warm bed before the rooster and the sun are up to march on the football field and freeze every part of your body? This is what the Bronco March- ing Band did every morn- ing all fall. The Marching Band was very busy this year. Their season started out with the Gem State Com- petition in which they placed first. Color Guard and Percussion placed first and the Band was once again Conference Champions. The next competition was in Salt Lake City. The band left at noon and traveled four long hours on buses. At Davis Cup the band placed second in the Open Division and third for the Brass Line. Tom Bateman and John Hud- son were awarded sec- ond place for their trum- pet solos. A week later the band again traveled to Salt Lake City to compete at Western States Com- petition. The band placed sixth in the Open Division out of twenty-two bands. The Minidome Invita- tional was the Band's fi- nal performance. They placed first in Color Guard and Percussion Line and also took the Sweep- stakes Award. Besides competitions, the Marching Band was always on the field to per- form for all our home football games. Their playing always aroused the crowd and made them proud. We want to thank the band for their fine perfor- mances this year and to wish them well in the fu- ture.

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Janelle Stoddart and Kristen Wasia load the goods from the food and toy drive. Boxed up goodies were received from the generous Blackfoot High student body. l3EQMBl0i The welcoming inn at the Christmas Tree Fantasy. Li LUlV L LULL LV LL LLLUit What would it be like to be rich, not poor? To eat so your tummy, wouldn’t always roar. To stay warm on dreary, cold nights. To know Santa loved you with all his might. I wish that on one Christ- mas Eve We could have a real Christmas tree. Sally would love boots and John a coat. Santa must have lost my letter I wrote. I asked him for quite rea- sonable things. But not one thing at Christmas he brings, No candy, money or toys at all. Yet he remembered the kids at apartment 3 down the hall. Our home is small but filled with care. Food and gifts here are quite rare. So, why doesn't Santa come and show us he cares? Is it cause our house ain’t as pretty as theirs? I wish there wasn't a San- ta at all. Every year the kids tease me to make me bawl. Santa Claus hates you- look what I got!” Oooh sometimes I wish their toys would rot. Then they'd be like me- alone and scared Because at Christmas-no- body shared. By Candy Jo Covington 21