We all carried buck knives to school and no one thought a thing. I remember making a folded steel Bowie out of a torsion bar and using deer antler to make the handle. Gave it to my teacher for teaching me so much in shop. Where I learned to weld. Some of the older students drove to school with hunting rifle or shotgun in rack in back window of truck. Was never a big deal.
I graduated in 1974. No bomb scares except for the Atomic Bomb drills where we crawled under the desks and wrapped our arms over our heads. (Like that was going to help!)
I also remember the tornado drills, during which we formed a single file and marched down into the Civil Defense tunnels under the school. And then there were the fire drills in which, for some unknown reason, we formed up in double file and walked calmly to the nearest exit.
I don’t remember ever having a gun scare at school, or anywhere else for that matter. Guns weren’t generally a “thing” where I grew up. Oh, most of us boys had the obligatory cowboy cap pistols, a BB gun at one time or another, and many of us also had a small pocket knife. Most of the Dads were veterans of WWII or the Korean Conflict and a few had “souvenirs” hidden away. We boys would whisper about them in awed and reverent tones but we rarely, if ever, saw them and never actually handled them. Some of the Dads had hunting rifles hidden away on a high closet shelf in a zippered case, to be seen only briefly when they loaded the station wagon to head “up north” for deer season.
Guns, real working firearms, were not an everyday thing. Sure, the police had them holstered on their belts , but that was about it. Tough guys carried knives; the real bad-asses carried switch blades. I really did grow up in an “Ozzie and Harriet” kind of suburb as far as guns were concerned. That all changed when my wife and I bought a house in NW Detroit, but that’s a different story.
I never had anything like that at school. I used to keep my 30-06 Mauser in a rack in the rear window of Dad’s '48 Chevy pickup for deer hunting, but it stayed there during school hours. I never saw a gun inside the school building. I graduated in 1970.
We went to school together at the same time in different places. (I am also from the class of 75 but a little over 100 miles north northwest of you).
Just on a side note (knowing there are more than one school in Wauwatosa) there was a pretty good girls volley ball team from one of them. There coach was my running buddies Aunt. She use to bring some of the team members up north to their lake cottage for the weekend.
I dated one of them for a very short time her name was Sandy Cagle (she had her 30 days of fame a few years later).