Bohemia Manor High School - Bohemian Yearbook (Chesapeake City, MD)

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Eee te ee E GREAT ADVENTURE A TEACHER'S JOURNAL 12:10 We are sitting in the Best of the West, surrounded by sod- den seniors, soaked to the skin. The sky is battleship gray and outside the log flume is still run- ning, its customers as wet when they board as they are when they get off. The line for barbecue chicken and ribs is wound around Mr. Davis, who has already started his second pack of cigarettes. John Gillespie is running around snapping pic- tures and Tracy Trotto is trying desperately to keep warm. Enough for now. 12:45 | am sitting here holding our table while Cullen, Lort, and Davis stand in line for lunch. We are still in Best of the West and it is still pouring down rain but at least now the windows are so. steamed up that you can’t see it. The great deluge doesn’t seem to have stopped any of the rides, but everything | touch is damp — the varnish on the table top is sticky, even the paper I’m writ- ing on is limp. We advisors haven't been on any rides so far — we've spent the day running from one shop or covered shop to another. We did see Sandy Osborne, Joanne Tereszcuk, and Susan Drury on the flume ear- lier. They came off so cold and wet I’m afraid they'll catch pneu- monia. All we will hear at the prom tomorrow night will be sneezes and noses blowing. The roof here leaks and I've got a og . r ie xy Rep 5 @ puddle beside me here. The food just came. 1:55 Still sitting at the Best of the West, Rob Massmiano just sat down and entertained us for forty-five minutes and made eyes at a girl at a table across the room. He left. Tim Cunning- ham came over with vivid descriptions of the Lightning Loops. Now Rob Alt, drenched and in a plastic raincoat, and Mike Wess are going to take Lort and me on the flume. 2:45 The log flume, a new cup of coffee and I’m back. Ms. Lort and | had a good time while M.D. and H.C. stayed warm. Jackie Pearce, who dressed for 80° and sunshine has joined us at the table now and is wrapped in as many dry jackets as we could find. The day is passing quickly for a day spent sitting at a table. We've decided the dollar rain- coats are a good buy. 4:20 Now we are in the Yum Yum Palace. We've decided to go home early. So we're looking for students to tell them to be at the bus at 6:00 instead of 8:30. We all bought plastic raincoats that make us look like we are wrapped in saran wrap, (Mr. Davis looks especially darling) .and Robert Gassaway laughed at us and called us ‘‘Plastic Peo- ple’’. | swear, if | smoke another cigarette or drink another cup of coffee I'll die. 5:45 Here we are all meeting at the bus to go home early, and one bus and both drivers are gone! It is a fitting climax to our day. | am freezing and ticked off. | am even afraid of what else could go wrong. 9:45 Here we are at Chat 'n Chew. Another restaurant. At least all the seniors had rides home. | hope they are heading to warm dry beds. That's where I’m going. mI 107

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a Sc ec SENIORS “SOAK™ UP ; ye Ee, 3 ’ % OPPOSITE PAGE: TOP: ‘‘Will the bus — THIS PAGE: TOP LEFT: ‘‘Plastic People.’ TOP RIGHT: Val Hotra, Carol Upperco, Jackie Pierce, and others anxiously await the arrival of the bus. CENTER LEFT: Groucho Marx — alias Danny Stubbs — entertains us while we wait. LOWER LEFT: ‘‘Twins,’’ Debbie Lum and Jean- ette Gregson. ABOVE: Faith Welch, Tracy Trotto and Elaine Vincent try to dry-out. Ce. ever come?'’ — Steve Douglas with his souvenirs from the day. BOTTOM: Jimmy Hotra, Danny Stubbs, Billy Davis, and Beth Major, ‘‘| thought it was supposed to be sunny today!”’

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CLASS OF 79 RESTORES STAMMLER'’S FAITH IN “HUMANITY” ABOVE RIGHT: Ms. Mayo, Mrs. Cullen and Tim Cunningham discuss gradua- tion details. CENTER: David Bishel and Steve Ownby travel the 15 m.p.h. speed limit. RIGHT: Jim Hotra, friend and Alan Myers take a last spin around the parking lot. June 8, 1979 was a day to go down in history. It started off at 7:00 when the janitors and teach- ers arrived at Bo to find the best class prank pulled in the history of the school. Almost 300 beer bot- tles, their labels gleaming in the sun, lined the top of the library roof and outlined the letters of the school name. Even Mr. Shivery had to laugh, although it was his job to retrieve all the bottles. At noon, the seniors assembled for their tradi- tional ride around the school — with one exception — it was legal this year. Rules had been set down, and procedures to deal with offend- ers were delineated, and the drive progressed — at the stipulate 15 m.p.h. It was like a parade. Seniors in all states of dress (and undress), circled the ramp and then went inside for rehearsal. Inside, Ms. Cullen complimented them on their mature behavior, and Mr. Stammler told them they restored his faith in humanity. Then the 108 seniors sweated through almost four hours of practice in the 90° heat. It was certainly a day to remember.