Milbank High School - Kennel Yearbook (Milbank, SD)

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Mary Englert Glen Giessinger Patti Youngren |im Beare Dale Dinter Sandy Gommer Dylan Koepke Susan Gulck Greg Babbe Vicki Scheff Randy Wittrock Bruce Houck Teresa Vanomy Brian Smith Ann Sinet' Jeff Schmidt Loren Koopman Debbie Wittrock Tom Athey Lori Angerhofer Seniors Page 17

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Seniors Harvest Home We are the class of seventy-eight. Our high school days began in 1975 as freshmen. Can you remember getting lost on the first day or dropping your books or mistaking se- nior boys for teachers? We found being freshmen was a tough job. We were required to take math, English 1 and introduction to physical science. Can anyone remember throwing rubber stoppers around the science room? How destructive our class was, but how smart we were not to get caught. There were highlights, however, like getting a part in the play, the home economics style show, or being on the honor roll. Our homecoming float, Bury the Cav- aliers on Boot Hill, got second place and boosted our ego to try harder next year. The next year we were bicentennial sophomores. We strived to be number one. Our homecoming float, Throw 'Em Overboard received honorable mention. We felt we got ripped off, but accepted the honor and moved on. Drivers Education behind us, we found our newest hobby became cruisin' and hangin' out at the Dairy Queen. Nicknames had sprung up from all over, and it was not uncommon to hear someone called johnny, Tommy, Marshal, jabber jaws, Chewy, Space, Spunky, Dint, Nudey, Fonz, and Kung. Nineteen hundred and seventy-seven found us to be juniors. We grabbed first place on our Homecoming float, Whip Up a Three-Ring Victory. We got our class rings and were satisfied and we felt we still had a long stay at MHS. We got to attend Career Days and paid little attention to our future. Our girls gave all they had to the Powderpuff football game which came out with a 0-0 tie. In May we planned a successful prom, This One's For You, in honor of the 1977 graduates. Finally, the class of seventy-eight became a reality. We finally made it to the top. ACT tests were taken and much mail received from various colleges and vocational schools. Homecoming was a big event. We came out getting first on our float, Bootleg the Braves. This was the first homecoming that was almost rained out. As the year went by, seniors mixed business and pleasure, and succeeded most of the time. We ordered our announce- ments and knew that all good things had to come to an end. The senior banquet was held to honor us. Then, on May 24, 1978, graduation was held in the Milbank Armory. When books are back, school means many different things to every individual. For some, school was an edu- cational experience in classrooms, lyceums, concerts, and games. To some, school was Homecoming, dances, and debating. To others, school was setting records, running concessions, wrestling, attending class meetings and run- ning for mayor. School was breaking or trying to obey rules. To some students, school was the place to take tests, serve detention, pay fines, and get into trouble. It was going to prom and trying not to flunk out. Getting report cards back on time, cadet teaching, working in the office, and cheering at pep rallies were all parts of school life. Having one's first date was usually connected with school. Term papers, make-up slips, student council, and knocking hot lunch were things all high school students shared. Key Club, NHS, band and chorus involved some of the student body. But for most school was parties and friends. Well, whatever school means to you, this is it. The class of seventy-eight fades into the halls of memory. They were years of joy, sorrow, laughter, and tears. They were years of jammed lockers, overdue make-up slips, impossible semester tests, endless meetings for this and that, clubs for every interest, and most of all, the years of friendship come to an end. Many of us will be miles away, doing our own thing, but nothing will come be- tween the special bond we as classmates share. When you hear someone say the class of seventy- eight, remember to think of the song, Friends, I will re- member you, think of you, pray for you, and when an- other day is through I'll still be friends with you. If your friends are there, then everything's alright. We are the class of 78. There will always be a sense of pride when announcing, WE ARE THE CLASS OF 78! Not pictured: Susan Heine. Seniors Page 16

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Mary Tostenson john Forman Carmen Grieb Jeff Mann Dick Allen Kathy Konstant Hugh Giesen Kerry Koch Chris Peterson, Dour Aden. Brendan Van Sambeek, Scott Spanton, Andy Johnson, Brian Hooth, Dan Larson, Steve Trevett, Jim Dejong. The sheep herders are back from the range.