Beall High School - Mountaineer Yearbook (Frostburg, MD)

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Dressed up as Raggedy Ann for Hal- loween. Lynda McKenzie finished eating her lunch Lynda brings a peanut butter sandwich on home- made bread every day for her lunch She has been spoiled since grade school and refused to eat any thing but homemade bread. Pholo by Bringing a hag lunch gives Patty Frost and Anna Laber a chance to munch out on junk foods not served in the cafete- ria. while Michelle Skidmore claims an unwanted ice cream. Students found packing more economical than buying, and they enjoyed thinking up their own lunch menus. Photo by Bill Donahue. Showing their Halloween spirit with their cheerleading outfits and blue hair. Theresa Patton, Stephanie Andrews, and Cindy McFarland all cat the stu- dents favorite meal — pizza. These girls always purchased the school lunch de- spite the cost of 85c. Photo by Anne Cordts. Cafeteria —

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Eien though most seventh graders made the switch from lunch boxes to brown bags. Tom Tomlinson decided carrying his lunch is just as convenient. Tom packs his lunch every day. complete with a thermos. Photo by Anne Cordts. Digging into their brown bag lunches. Brett Bond and F.ric Hall discuss the school day’s activities. Brett and Eric always pack with their everyday speci- ality. salty pretzels. Photo by Anne Cordts. After finishing up her cupcake and four cookies. Sally Moore enjoys a joke told by one of her friends. Sally’s lunch table companions always brought cupcakes and cookies to celebrate holidays. Photo by Lauri Bee man It is Students had been warned by releases from the local papers in late summer. On the first day of school, Principal James Preaskorn confirmed the reports — lunches would indeed cost 85C- Some students, shocked by this announcement, decided to carry their lunches. But others figured that there was no use fighting Rea- gan’s system, and they continued to purchase their lunches. A loyal brown bagger since her elementary days, Missy McKenzie has carried peanut butter on homemade bread since she was in the first grade. c Falling into c Place in the Missy’s mom bakes every Tuesday. Both Eric Harman and Daniel Biggs packed their own lunches. Daniel’s daily regimen consisted of a salomi sandwich and a pack of Doritoes. Lyn Broadwater thought an “apple a day” was most nutritious. Brown bagger Kim Seidel brought her lunch in a Donny and Marie lunch box complete with a Donny and Marie ther- mos. Seventh grader Mi- chelle Cutter invested in her own personalized bag that read “Michelle ... Michelle . . . Michelle,” and John Green had a long list of goodies he carried in a plain bag: a ham sand- wich, an orange, a candy Bag! bar, cookies, and a box of Cracker Jacks. Other students packed their lunches when they didn’t like the food the school was serving. Pizza and steak-ums were the school lunch favorites. Many brown baggers purchased a lunch when it was pizza day. Press releases throughout the year tried to inform parents about the nutrition- al value of cooked lunches and to persuade them into having their children buy. And even after the cafeteria staff involved the students with menu selections, the lunch purchases remained the same. Some students just want- ed to bag it. — Cafeteria

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The 3:00 P.M. stampede docs not always mean rush. For some students it is get- ting to see their friends and discussing the night's events. This spot is used of- ten by students that gather in the park- ing lot after school. Photo by Anne Cordts. Going their own ways, Dave Tasker and Mike Pcgg head to their buses, while Dave Loar hurries to cross country practice. These guys arc a few of the students that gather in the parking lot after school. Photo by Anne Cordts. Falling into GPlace Calling home for taxi service, Rick Brown waits patiently for an answer. After school the telephone is surround- ed by students waiting for a chance to call home. If you are not there at 3:07, the crowd has already formed, and it is almost impossible to get to the phone. Photo by Anne Cordts. 3:00 P.M. Stampede 440 orry for the inter Irruption! Just a few announcements before the closing of school.” By the time Vice Princi- pal Thompson's voice blasted over the PA, most students had their books in their arms and were ready to dash for the door. Kids raced to their lockers to grab their wind- breakers and spiral note- books. Alice Wolford took the drill team steps two at a time so that she could meet Shon Brodie before he hurried off to cross country practice. On the third floor east wing, Todd Davis gave his “homework” yell (as he did at the close of every school day). “What do we have for Spanish? Hey, Leslie, did you do your English? Good, give it to me. Club joiners rushed through the corridors, find- ing it difficult to get to so many meetings, often scheduled against each other. Jocks headed to the field house and then on to the football and soccer practice fields. But not everyone hung around the building. Ju- nior Carla Rase raced home to Mt. Pleasant Street and Donna Walker boarded her bus for Wrights Crossing. And although they missed the first 15 minutes of General Hospi- tal. they still seemed to be able to keep up with the antics of Luke and Laura and to find out if Heather really did kill Diana Tay- lor. Andy Wolodkin walked toward Hardees to report for work; Sally Moore, and her younger brother Dave, headed for Cinema 1-2-3 to clean the theaters; and Chris Tyler drove to Maplehurst Country Club where she worked in the pro shop. Some teachers stayed on beyond the rush either to coach or to help with extra curricular activities. Others hurried home to pop spareribs in the oven, to cut the lawn, or to moonlight at a part-time job. No matter where they hurried to, 3:00 P.M. meant relief. After a tough day, Michelle Skidmor. decides to buy a coke and relax befort going to a Pep Club meeting. As she puts her money in. she notices the lonf line forming behind her. Students mot the coke machines in front of the junior high at the end of the day before goinf to their buses. Photo by Bill Donahut — 3:00 P.M. Stampede