Milan High School - Rebus Yearbook (Milan, IN)

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TOP: Monnette Christiansen, Kathrin Huggler, Christy Driggers, Kim Knight, and Bridget Bentley are all smiles as the ceremony ends and they walk to the receiving line. BOTTOM LEFT: Before receiving their diplomas, the boys listen to Mr. Bloss. BOTTOM RIGHT: Patty Patrick and Bar- bara Bruns wait nervously for the proces- sion to begin. 29

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Twelve Long Years Excitement and apprehension filled the air as the seniors walked in their flowing gowns up the steps to receive their long awaited diplomas. Superintendent Bloss congratulated each member of the class of 1984 on completing twelve long years of education. The celebrations didn't end with the receiving line. Relatives and friends congregrated at houses to wish them well on the long road of life. TOP RIGHT: Tina Myers and John Negley walk in the procession for all to see. BOTTOM LEFT: Mr. Bloss congratulates Teresa Craft on receiving her diploma. BOTTOM RIGHT: With a grade point average of 4.0, Anita Holt gives her Valedictorian address. 28

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What’s Hot... in School Cabbage Patch and Ghetto Blasters The sound of music ... to your parents it represents the movie in which Julie Andrews warbled her way into their hearts. However, to you, a kid of the 80's, it means eight-tracks, cassettes, singles, and LP's of your favorite artists ... played loud enough to keep hear- ing aid companies in business forever. And, when it comes to playing these delightfully deafen- ing ditties, a PORTABLE AM FM STEREO RADIO CASSETTE RECORDER cannot be beat. An AM FM CASSETTE RECORDER ... you know, a ghet- to blaster, a boom box, one of those massive chunks of offensive metal with two big, black, blaring speakers that has created a mania now approaching epidemic proportions. Everywhere you look nowadays these noise makers can be seen ... adorning tables, shelves, dressers, lockers, and human shoulders as they create all kinds of uproarious disturbances. Why do you own one? Social status is one reason. That's right, if you have the biggest ghetto blaster on the block then you are “cool, “hip, and “hot stuff, not to mention the best thing to hit town since buttered bread! So what, if it weighs five tons and you are the only one in the neighborhood with self-induced scoliosis. You have the biggest boom box! The only other reason to have a ghetto blaster is enough to make any sane person run for ear plugs. But, be it the shriek of the rock top ten (which should have been stoned to death years ago) or the yodelling of country western ballads, Wagner, Strauss, and Schroder still became nauseated. Uh, that's ROBERT Wagner, LEVI Strauss, and Charles Schulz's PEANUTS character... Babysitters—BEWARE! You're about to join the long line of the unemployed. Yes, you are being put out of business by a new madness that is sweeping the na- tion—the cabbage patch doll. A craze that has young and old alike camped out in front of Gold Circle for days because of rumors; a craze that has youngsters yearning to become single parents; and, worst of all, a craze that has sensible newlyweds forgoing the joy of having babies—those squirming, screaming, squawking infants. No, these wise couples are adopting instead. Why? Why not! With these remarkable new children there are no dirty diapers to change, no formulas to mix, no clothes to mend, no shoes to buy, no toys to pick up, and, after an initial investment, virtually no more expenses! Besides what could be more adorable than a Cabbage Patch Kid? Quite a few things, actually. Especially considering that the sizeable initial investment will buy only a doll with a ridiculously outrageous name and a signature on its derriere! Oh, and let us not forget the adoption papers and the yearly birthday cards! Big deal. What can these glorified pantyhose do besides sit around and look cute? Will they ever learn to wash dishes? Or clean their room? Or win that crucial little league baseball game? Isn't it comforting to know that these Cabbage Patch kids are tomorrow's leaders? There is one consolation, however. Should anything ever happen to one of the stuffed brats—be it kid -napping, child abuse, or just plain old age—a let- ter notifying the company of the tragic situation will have a death certificate winging its way to the bereaved family. How touching! —by Julie Bushorn 30