Beall High School - Mountaineer Yearbook (Frostburg, MD)

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While waiting for the perfect victim to hit with their water balloons, Rus- sell Metz. Brian Davis, and Randy Eichhorn watch the championship basketball game at the first “I Love Frostburg Day.” Russell. Brian, and Randy started what resulted in a wa- ter battle. Photo bv Anne Cordts. TNT be careful. Chanting through the downpour at the first football game of the season against South- ern. Allison Filer keeps the spirit alive. The cloudburst during the third quarter perked the crowd, and the Mounties made a comeback to defeat the Rams 22-18. Photo by Anne Cordts. — Student Life

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Our Tlace And there it stood — at the east end of the two-lane Main Street, behind the pine trees that surrounded the stadium fence. It was the place where we spent nine hours a day, 180 days a year, for six years. It was our place. We called it Mountie Country. The 42 year-old building slowly deteriorated, but the spirit within made us proud. One thousand and three students filled the 46 classrooms. There were 62 faculty members, 9 cafeteria workers, 2 secretaries, and 10 custodians. Our town of 6,670 was Frostburg. Residents always supported us by buying everything from candles to bumper stickers. We were a one-school town, and although the mountains hid us from the city lights, we were the envy of those around us. Teenagers from ’Coney, Westernport, and even Meyersdale came to socialize with us. It was a casual place. Not much change a lifestyle we chose to live by. The closeness of neighbors, the experience of learning, and the attitude of the town all pointed to a year that said you had to be in our place.

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You had to be there in LFFE By 3:08 the last slam of a locker echoed through the empty halls. Another school day was over and except for those of us who stayed for play practice or detention, we hurried home to relax. The jocks usually remained until 7:00 and arrived home to a cold dinner. While some of us put school farthest from our thoughts and tuned in to Showtime, the few non-adventurous “brainiacs concentrated on homework until midnight. When our grades fell, we busied ourselves with extra credit until we were back on our feet. On weekends we brown-nosed our fathers for the car and took off on a shopping spree. Sunday night came all too soon, and we hurried to remember how to do our homework and how to wash our jeans for the week. We did our part in the community by collecting for Easter Seals in bunny suits, and by adopting a grandparent at the nursing home. These were the fun times we laughed and labored through each day just to hear Mr. James Thompson say, “This concludes the announcements” and we were off — to do it all over again. During the talent show Chris Hochard demonstrates his flexibil- ity. Chris is a purple belt in Karate. Photo by Lauri Beeman. Division — 7