Helena High School - Vigilante Yearbook (Helena, MT)

Page 8 text:

September Cctober September fifth was the day, 8:30 a.m. the time, and l-ll-IS the place. The hap- pening? Back to school for 1,500 students. Summer vacation had ended. Mile-long lines in the main office are the usual signs of each new school year, as students try to get their schedules changed. That wasn't true this year. New, blue schedule-change r e g u e s t forms were initiated, saving time for both stu- dents and office workers. Also new this year was the Vocational- Technical building, finished just in time for the beginning of classes. As the month went on, there was little chance for life to settle into a rut. The football season, with all of its noise and action, was kicked off at a thundering pep assembly. November ln November, students were kept busy by the tail end of the football season, the excitement of the Coronation, and last but not least, the annual 3-7-77's dance. The theme of the dance this year was Flight 3-7-77. A huge spaceship, stars, and planets decorated the Seventh Avenue Gym. At the dance, the Suns and Dotters, a folk s i n g i n g group composed of Melanie Moze, Lin- nea Anderson, Grove I-lull, and Nick Cladis, made their first ap- pearance. Ron Drake, Sue Settle and Iirn Lane make decorations for 2 St d t t f th f t heerleader, Mr. Louck t k Flight 3-7-7

Page 7 text:

The before school lineup is a Helena High tradition. Holding up the Wall and tradition, left to right, Mark Radley, Homer Loucks Ierry Rickman, and Tom Iohnson.

Page 9 text:

December December marked the death of every student's best friend, Bill was a non-person cre- ated by leff Sherlock when he needed a guick wit- ness in a tight squeeze. Although Bill Bronson be- longed to Ieff, he was soon adopted by many other students. l-le signed up for volleyball and track, re- ceived mail from colleges, and skipped study halls. Finally Bill's name came up just once too often, and Mr. Voiles called him to the office. Well, he didn't show up. No one knows exactly how, but Mr. Voiles guessed Bill's secret. That day, the announce- ment came that Bill Bronson had died. This excerpt from a ballad written by Delores Pollard tells of Bill's death. Following his will, that Friday we were in mourning, The coffin stood arrayed in velvet with flowers adorning. The sermon was at four, stern pallbearers bore him slowly Billy did not die as guickly as we had made him, Still there are some signs that tell you he was around- l-lis name on a desk, an honor roll guest, and maybe, This Bill will graduate in sixty-eight, baby. Fellow seniors mourn the passing of Bill Bronson. Pat Tubbs, ,Tim Lieberg, Tom McPherson, Ieff Sher- lock and Tom Iohnson carry Bill Bronson's casket across the football field. 3