Rosedale High School - Outlook Yearbook (Rosedale, IN)

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en The snow finally stopped, but then the rains came. Again no buses could run. The creeks and branches overflowed their banks — could we never again see the sun? Finally in March, we had a full week. Spring seemed likely to again come around. But our parking lot was a virtual lake. If you fell, chances are you would drown. Our roads, too, had weathered the storms, but not without a cost. Some of the pot holes were so big that if you hit one, your car would be lost. All in all, considering all things, the year won’t be hard to remember. Especially the first three months of it and we won’t forget last December. Oh, yes, there too, have been many good times — good friends, jokes (dirty and clean). Who could ever forget our Homecoming night when Paula was crowned our Hotshot Queen? Graduation Day kept getting closer. “‘What are you wearing to the Prom?’’ Trying to get a job after school, or answering, “‘I’ll have to go home and ask Mom.”’ This year has been a different one in many uncommon ways. But the most uncommon thing that could happen to us — It’s the end of our High School Days! 109

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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

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