Sheridan High School - Trailblazer Yearbook (Sheridan, MT)

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Realities Aren t There r X i 4 -— I 1 The silver music of a once-existing laugh Still rings occasionally. And even the excited bubbling of a joyful voice resounds. Perhaps they are gone only in stability; Perhaps their essence will remain eternally. A memory as a scampering form hastens by, then is vanished But for a second he will remain As the leaves flutter from his motion. Then silence. An anxious silence, full of bewilderment That brings a softly penetrating sadness. A bright color of life dances near And yet, somehow, there is a light mist before it That is often almost negligible, yet often blinding. A warm flow of words passes by but does not enter. And gentle touches are no felt. Lite goes around in merry unconcerned circles. It dances and it dies. It reaches out and retreats. It laughs to conceal what Cannot be hidden. A dead leaf quietly floats to the ground And a gay step turns it to dust. From Echoes by Mathilde Koehler We know what we feel but we just can't express it. It's not like Keith is dead, it's just like he skipped out today . . . or he's at a track basketball game; like he's not really gone for good.

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In Appreciation This small portion of our annual has been set aside to show appreciation to our parents. We would like to say Thank you for all the opportunities they have given us thus far in education, and in life. Mr. and Mrs. John Anderson, Sr. Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Burke Mr. Carl Caldwell Mr. and Mrs. George Carter Mr. and Mrs. Bob Chamberlin, Sr. Mr. and Mrs. Louie Day, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. Edward Doornbos Mr. and Mrs. Carl Flager Mrs. Hazel Flynn Mr. and Mrs. Harold Gilman Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Halse Mrs. Delcine Hansen Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Hardies Mr. and Mrs. Delbert Hartford Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hoffman Mr. and Mrs. John Hudson Mr. and Mrs. Milton Hunt Mr. and Mrs. James Kaatz Mr. and Mrs. George King Mrs. Frida McLaughlin Mr. and Mrs. Max Miller Mr. and Mrs. Jerald Munk Mr. O. J. Nottingham Mr. and Mrs. Matt Petersen Mr. and Mrs. Norman Schulz Mr. and Mrs. Jean Shipp Mr. and Mrs. Robert Shorten Mr. and Mrs. Jack Simonsen Mr. and Mrs. Richard Todd Mr. and Mrs. John Ward Thanks, Mr Keller As we graduate and depart, we leave behind, among other battered tilings, one slightly-used class advisor. Mr. Larry Keller has been a loyal advisor to the Class of '71 these past four years. We've had many 'ups' and many 'downs' in high school, but he stayed with us through it all. There were times when disagreements arose, but he knew that his job was advisor. He could get his point across without coming right out and telling us what to do. Mr. Keller helped us with our many ideas, and also gave us some ideas of his own. We've appreciated all you've helped us with. . . thanks Mr. Keller. Thank You, Mr. Douglas The members of the TRAILBLAZER annual staff would like to show our appreciation to our advisor, Mr. Don Douglas. He bravely took the job of advising the senior class as they diligently worked to put out the 1971 annual. Mr. Douglas attended our many meetings and advised us on the makings of a good annual. For the help you've given us this past year, Mr. Douglas, we would like to thank you. 3

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 Sail on silver girl Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. Oh if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water I will ease your mind. Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water I will ease your mind. . . I still see her, Her bright eyes full of life; I look at her empty desk-- I wonder if life is worth living. There were six of them— They carried her to her place of rest. I looked at the hazy sky through hurt wet eyes They put the top of the vault over her. The wind blew lightly. It seemed to carry her to God. She is in a very special place — She is with God. Gail, You are not alone. A part of me is with you; I loved you in a special way. Gail, I will cherish the memories my whole life. You will not be forgotten. Gail, life is so cruel. By Dan Hartford I NEED TO KNOW Tell me again I need to know Why dear people have to go I have a feeling deep inside That someday soon We'll all know why. But until that time It's only the hurt That's left behind To make us find The answer why. By Dallas Bushman and Mary Lou Oliver foVS