Homer High School - Homerian Yearbook (Homer, IL)

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Index Seniors p. 3 Juniors p. 22 Sophomores p. 24 Freshmen p. 26 Who’s Who p. 30 Administration and Faculty p. 33 Organizations p. 45 FALL Football p. 62 Homecoming p. 66 Marching Band p. 70 Volleyball p. 74 WINTER Basketball p. 77 Pom-Pons p. 85 Cheerleaders p. 86 SPRING Track p. 91 Mexico Trip p. 94 Variety Show p. 96 Prom p. 100 Graduation p. 104 Advertising p. 109

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“The only thing to do, however, is to forget what is behind me and do my best to reach what is ahead. So I run straight toward the goal in order to win the prize, which is God’s call through Christ Jesus to the life above.” Philippians 3:13 In loving memory of our friend, Tom, from the graduating class of 1979. One of those among us is gone and there’s no one waiting further on to take his place, or tell us why fate had destined him to die. Those of you who loved him best must lay his memory to rest way deep down inside your heart and let the healing process start. Those who merely knew his name must lend support to those in pain. Reminders will keep us ever aware the unopened locker, the empty chair, the lonely girl, the saddened home, the name engraved upon the stone. The tendency will be to cry and on the inside slowly die, but he would not have wanted tears as a tribute for his seventeen years. He would have wanted all to learn a lesson from his tragic turn and to his very closest friends he would have whispered to the end “Live life as best as you know how Because you’re living for both of us now. M.S. MEMORIES Memories linger Long after you’re gone. Quiet times remain. Bright days still shine. But a hurt fills the space Now that you’re gone. Justine Hausheer, “TEEN Magazine AUTUMN The dry leaves fall, as if from far away, fall from distant gardens in the skies, fall with an air of resignation. And in the night this heavy Earth falls down, down from the stars, into a loneliness. All of us fall. This hand must fall. And look around you: it will all go the same way. Yet there is One who holds all falling things, gently, eternally, within His hands. Rainer Maria Rilke Mrs. Presley assigned her English IV classes to write a letter to Santa Clause. Here is Tom’s letter: Dear Santa, The thing I most want for Christmas this year is an elephant. I have been a good boy all year long and I think that I de- serve this. An elephant would be rather convenient to have as I could ride him to school or to any other place as uptown or my girlfriends house. Nobody would get in my way because if they did they would be smashed! The good thing about hav- ing an elephant to ride places would be the gas-mileage. He would probably get close to a mile-a-peanut! The elephant I had would have to be a boy because I could not afford to have a girl because of the way girls spend money on themselves all the time! Plus, if she had babies I would be in trouble because I have not had any experience as a father! I thing I would name my elephant “Elmo” be- cause that sounds like an appropriate name for an elephant. There are a few bad points to having an elephant such as trying to feed them, and cleaning up the mess. Hiding them would be no problem though because I could just paint his toenails red and put him in our Cherry Tree in the backyard. But, I think I could overcome these small problems. So, now you know what I want and that is what I will expect to be under my tree Christmas Day! Sincerely yours, Tom Moore P.S. Have fun getting him down the chimney!! 4 Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, Advanced a stage or two upon that road Which you must travel in the steps they trod.