Jackson High School - Reflector Yearbook (Jackson, MI)

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TUYQUOISO I'll'lgS Colorful rainbow 1 on several fingers suspenders .Qian High wood- soled sandals Gum that squirts Star Wars, Bee Gees, Wild bibs and high heels were big in 1978 16 While the Force Was With Us this year, so were the Bee Gees, discos, Steve Martin, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Three's Company, Charlie's Angels, Bubble Yum, Freshen Up, lace up and high heeled shoes, tiered skirts, suspenders, bright colored painter pants, peasant blouses and boots. Saturday Night Fever burned this year as John Travolta danced his way into our hearts, wearing the popular three-piece men's suit. Travolta and the Bee Gees popular- ized disco dancing. Let's get small and Excuuuuuuse ME! became favorite sayings around school as Steve Martin became the comedian of '78. Fashion seemed to be styled after some movies with the three-piece suit. The Annie Hall look was big with the Bib overalls in wild colors, as modeled by Janet Krieger, sophomore A,f.f' X . 'QS . ,fl 5, ii l 4 1 'alfr- -A ,ZA . . , . . 1 Q sr ,XIRX lllm F- 7- .. , 'f T X ,BX .X -'F fi, e . L STAR WAR spinoffs of every conceivable nature large tiered skirts teamed with the sof peasant blouses or big bulky blazers fo those up to date. Footwear went from dainty hig heeled shoes to classy boots usuall worn with gauchos. Blue jeans were often replaced b loud colored bright yellow, green or fir red painter pants. Close Encounters of the Thir Kind and Star Wars both scienc fiction, were big at the theaters wit such favorites as R2D2, C3PO, an Hans Solo. Cheryl Ladd, Charlie's newest ange attracted many viewers, as did Suzann Sommers of Three's Company. The year went on, and so did th many crazes in fads and fashion. by Karen 8z Sharon Ramey

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-omething happened this year that has never hap- ned before in the history of Jackson's high school aces. Jackson High and Parkside united and shared cost of a Christmas Ball, held Dec. 20 in the M.I.S. md Ballroom of the Sheraton Inn. in estimated 500 JHS and PHS students and guests ended, one of the greatest high school turnouts in kson in recent memory. 'or only S2 a person could dance for 3M hours, or ile resting, listen to the jams that the band Begin- gs provided. Iundreds of students also attended other fantastic S dances during the year. F you attended the first dance following the JHS- rthwest football game Sept. 9, you might remember spectacular show that Ceyx drummer Dean Rusch formed for his audience. ilthough JHS lost the Homecoming football game inst Ann Arbor Huron, about 188 Vikings were spirit- enough to attend the dance afterwards, a small tur- it. This included a number of alumni, who were let in free. The total of 3165.30 in profits from this dance 'e donated to the Jackson United Way. Dance surveys were usually issued to homeroom presi- its and representatives following each affair. Accord- in 7i.'i5-'ein hh ing to the survey after the dance featuring the band Westwood , Sept. 30, a total of 3.1 persons from each homeroom had attended the activity after the Western football game. Overall, the job in scheduling such affairs fell to-and was done well by-President Ruth DeOrio and Vice-Presi- dent Billy Hobart during the first semester, and the second semester President Gary Jones and Vice-Presi- dent Doug Littlefield. by Sue Harsch 1 - JHS sophomore Pam Hayworth, along with other students from PHS and JHS, found the dance floor at the Sheraton Inn a little small for 500 students. 2 - Conversation is really great especially when you are having a great time, as these students are at the Christmas Ball. 3 - Junior Lesa Franko and alumnus Bryan Fry enjoy the dance while trying to keep their beat together. 4 - Waiting for their style of music for dancing, freshmen Colleen O'Rourke and Mary Johnson and junior Mark Cyphers, stand by the band listening. 5 - When students like sophomore Bob Brzozowski and senior Jan Henderson are in the mood for dancing, scrounging up the admission money is not a problem. 6 - There are times when a girl needs to think seriously about the guy she's with, for some students a quiet slow dance in the JHS cafeteria is the appropriate place. Dances

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a--V pi Q sm r- ' ' 1 ' A I . .75 2 ' e I - I.ike every other Sunrlny night. r-it f -- ting in front ofa hzilti-vvutvhe-cl. stah- lfgg' gg' 'l'.V. program. freshman Sim-Itc , ' Pratt suffc-rs ow-r ht-r pile- nt homework, while- lwrltime- is just aruunrl tht- rorm-r -'A 49 2 -' H-,.gk,,T,'-1.11. .- . lfsrfvn . , ....f,...f, .. .. 7.5 L, 105135: is-7: Sunda nights are the pits! Sunday nights are really the pits. Here I sit, all hope gone aglimmer, wallowing in despair. Surrounded by paper wads and clutter, I try my Trig one last time, for what reason but fear fear of the consequences if I don't, I guess. Visions of hopeful plans and once-solid intentions have long since vanished, re- placed by the reality of habits triumphant. My can of Pepsi, half-empty and now flat, has lost its cool. And I, empty of hope, am about to lose mine. Why is it always' this way? Why do I always - every last Sunday night bar none - do this to myself? I mean, it always ends up the exact same way: this mad dash Sunday night during T.V. commercials to complete as- signments better done more leisurely, amid mutterings and veiled threats by parents about next week being different and with full knowledge that once again - as usual - any reading assignments will not be fullfilled. It's depressing. Last week I promised myself . . . and the week before that, and the week before . . . that this weekend would be different. Even on Thursday my resolve was high, as I watched another Kotter episode on the tube, and planned to finish that assignment due Monday, on Sat- urday morning. Friday, of course, was game night, and no teacher, but NO teacher, expects ANYBODY to do homework on Friday night! Then Saturday: how could anyone have foretold the great day yesterday was? Just to be outside was super - and great weather and Trig don't mix. Homework is a bummer on nice days. One has to be in the mood for homework. I don't want you to think I wasted Saturday. I didn't. I worked on pumping up my mood all day. I even stacked up the books in the order of intended use so that I'd be organized and business-like . . . on Sunday. Today, I really put my plans into high gear. I took care of everything that might slow me down or distract me: the comics, two magazine sections, the T.V. guide, ffour times, including the crosswordl, a football game, and all the phone calls that had to be returned. - After all of that preparing I could think of only one thing left to dot get ready for school in the morning. I ironed my clothes as slowly as possible, took a nice long bath, and prepared for the upcoming moment, the time to open the books. Not being able to find any more excuses, I reluctantly penetrated the archway to the family room, where those miserable books awaited me. I felt like turning around and forgetting about it, but then came that fear once more, the fear of seeing Ms. Krumm's face when I tell her my composition isn't com- pleted yet. Life is full of decisions and hard times. But none is to be compared to Sunday nights. Sunday nights tNo doubt about itl are the pits. Picture and copy by Sue Harsch Sunday Nights 17