Bethesda Chevy Chase High School - Pine Tree Yearbook (Bethesda, MD)

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Dennis O'Brian and a sophomore girl get acquainted with Mr. Tarallo, our new principal. 11 Mr. Slate, sophomore class counselor, helps new registrants fill in the multitudinous blanks and cards.

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First clay of school is a trying experience. Mr. Zimmerman helps a sophomore find her new homeroom. Mr. Davis explains the jumble of homeroom sections to bewildered sophomores, who sometimes discover they must review their alphabet and their sense of direction. Jane Boskoff and Betsy Kamarck check the bus schedule to make sure they have a way home from school. Where To Go? Hello, B-CC; good bye. Ocean City. We descended in hordes on the first day of classes. Outside at the blackboards we searched apprehensively for our homeroom sections and teachers. In homerooms we compared our new schedules with our neighbor’s. Cries of “I just couldn’t have Chemistry first period!”, and Oh, no, not HIM!” ran rampant. The Sophomores were really too new to the daily haz- ards of B-CC to care. The Juniors were just getting the idea and could compare with the good old schedule of Sophomore days. Seniors were interested in being with their old cronies of two years, trying to avoid some teach- ers, and feverishly comparing that all-important lunch schedule. Everyone was eager to see the new principal who had previously been assigned to Richard Montgomery. A few skeptics refused to believe there actually was a new boss” until he was formally introduced at the assembly the next day. A new and radical idea was inaugurated - a printed bus schedule. No longer could we use the didn’t know when the bus ran” excuse as a reason for tardiness, or even board the wrong bus in the afternoon. Some changes had been made.

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Page Burdette and John Goldsmith arc ready to make an- nouncements to our home rooms. AM, PM.--PA In the office, the yearly activities were gaining mo- mentum. The switchboard lit up like a Christmas tree in recognition of the new term. Our busy office secre- taries tried their best to help get us all settled in our proper rooms while they fondly reminisced about other less hectic days. We were so proud of our new library that it was one of the most popular places in the whole school. It was open — and filled — early every morning and late every evening. The Browsing Room was there to help the seniors make up their minds about which colleges to make ap- plication but the choice was still a difficult one. After the choices were made, innumerable transcripts had to be sent. Moans of I just know they won't ac- cept me!” and “Oh! I wish my class rank were higher!” frequently emerged from the counselor’s office. This year we were proud to announce that an en- viable eighteen B-CC students were named as National Merit Scholarship finalists. They had the well-earned air of assurance about them, a quality that the senior masses fervently wished they would attain by the time College Boards arrived. The P.A. was ever present, directing us, cautioning us. and wishing us a good day. The voice told us where to go, when, why, and what to do when we got there -- “If we get there muttered the sophomores. The daily announcements frequently added variety to our day by such gems of wisdom as Good Afternoon! There is one final announcement; There are no final announce- ments.” We could lx? sure that the broadcasts were not biased by payola! Mrs. Graff and Mrs. Schneider are the ones who maintain our com tact with the outside world. Students, gathered in the new library, maintain the necessary quiet withoiit effort. 12