Rosedale High School - Outlook Yearbook (Rosedale, IN)

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As editor of the 1978 OUTLOOK, I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has taken part in my high school career. The °78 yearbook Staff would like to express their sincere gratitude to those who helped in publishing the 1978 OUTLOOK — our photographer, Mr. Mike Kite; our publisher Mr. George B. Carey, and all of the students and faculty for their cooperation throughout the year. My very sincere thanks go to the dedicated lady who makes the entire yearbook a success, my spon- sor and my friend, Mrs. Olive Daily. We hope we have captured a few of your memora- ble experienes and friends for years to come. Most sincerely, Ye noe Noes Janet Mace Editor-in-Chief 107

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THE TERRE HAUTE oh AR —— g The Indiana-Illir Oreenei aie Blizzard Of 18 Dig-Out Basho Midwest Blast = Indiana Death Toll 10 Brings Troops om weet SEN T NEL SERVING PARKE COUNTY SINCE ae eee eSNG Oe Ce ROCKVILLE, INDIANA, MONDAY, JANUARY 30, 1978 15 CENTS BLIZZARD Area Recovers From Blizzard Wabash Valley Begins Digging Out ‘78 Blizzard: The one your grandkids will hear about 106

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OUR YEAR This year has been a different one in many uncommon ways. We were scheduled to go our regular time; but missed about 20 days. It all started out unusually warm, as most early autumn days run. | But as soon as December came on the scene, it seemed that our plagues had begun. Homecoming was set for December 10, but was postponed because of snow. | It is difficult to have a parade or a crowd when the weather is 15 below. We finally had our Homecoming game — it was only seven days late. But the weather took its toll on the floats — some of them weren’t too great. It seemed to us, who had waited so long, for the magical year ’78, That one bad thing after another came. ‘‘Oh, please, don’t change the date.”’ The ground was white, and still it came — there seemed no let up in sight. Then on Wednesday, January 25 — a cold and blizzardy night. The wind was blowing; and it kept snowing, all day and all night too. It was even snowing on Friday morn, but the wind began to subdue. School was called off — nobody could come; but then, one day when we did, We were all made to leave, to stand in the snow, because in our school a bomb had been hid! Of course none was found — for that we were glad. Was it a hoax, a sick joke, or a fad? But for one to call in such a thing, there’s just one word for it and that’s “‘Sad! For the months of January, February and March, the snow continued to fall. So far the great year of ’78 hasn’t been so great after all! Energy, too! Yes, we felt the crunch! Cold room and unlighted halls. No welders, no sewing machines, nor refrigerators, no less; not even clocks worked on the walls. The miners decided to go on a Strike the very first part of December. It lasted longer than any on record; more than a hundred days, I remember. Our town was dark because of this. P.S.I. cut all street lights with their tools. They also read our meter at school every day, to see if we complied with the rules. 108