Rogers High School - RYB Yearbook (Michigan City, IN)

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Working in the rain, leff I owcry and Mandy WulF decorate the homecom- ing trucka Homecoming Candidates: Front Row-Mary V055, Penny Berkes, Karen Pluta, Kristel Meriweather and Billie Tomlin. Second Row-Cayle Trueax. Cindy Jingst, Sue Shebel, Lynn Sonnenburgl Pam Smith and Tracy Taylor Third Row-Cail Ray, Melissa Dittmer, Tina Rebich, Stacy Hillsamer and Jamie Offut. Fourth Row-Kelly Jergens, Patti Timm, Lury Morgan, Sandy Kennedy, Gina Cain and Tina Kominiarek, Fifth Row-Cina Davis, Sue Yentes and Debbie Barnes. Newly crowned Penny Berkes clutches her bouquet of roses.

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Queen candidates and their escorts shiver in the rain They are Lynn Sonnenburg, Jeff Smith, Pam Smith, Dan Leduc, Sue Shebel. John Woze Mike Agemy. niak, Tina Rebich, Mark Abbey, Gail Ray, Rex Bailey, Karen Pluta and omecoming marred by stormy weather The week of October 2, doctors, nurses and paramedics flocked to Rogers High School. Bandaged students on crutches and in casts shuffled through the halls. Farmers rode to school on tractors. Baseball players, fishermen and jockeys joined the fun. I forgot it was hospital Day during Spirit Week. When I got to school and saw all those kids bandaged up, I didn't know what to think, said freshman Diane Manthey. Students wearing blue and gold filled the gym at a pep session Friday. Mr. Stark introduced the homecoming candidates and five finalists. I was really excited when I found out I was one of the finalists, said Candidate Billie Tomlin. But when I looked outside and saw the gray sky, I began to worry about the weather. I knew that if it rained, the truck decorations would be ruined. Tissue paper and cardboard could never hold up. By Friday evening a steady drizzle had begun, and the candidates assembled at Park and Shop armed with umbrellas. Rogers' Band led the parade to Ames Field. During halftime RYB Candidate Penny Berkes, escorted by Ed Samalio, became the 1977 Homecoming Queen. It seemed like most of the people left immediately after halftime. The game was a wet mess, and the spectators that remained were trying to keep warm instead of watching, commented sophomore Theresa Mullins.

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Students tip the scales of work and play Which should take precedence, academics or social life? Everyone has his own solution, and most strike a reasonable balance. There are, however, two fanatics who take natural preference to an excess. I speak of Myron Scholar and Joe Socialite. It is entirely possible that these two might go through four years of high school hearing only occasional rumors of each other's existence. This phenomenon may be credited to the fact that they travel in different circles. One of Myron's best friends is Shakespeare. Joe's only real friend is his car. The closest Shakespeare and Joe's car ever get is the English book under the car's back seat. Joe and Myron are difficult people to know well, so we shall examine some of their habits in an attempt to understand them more fully. Myron rises early to watch Good Morning, America's network Corey Lanie and Jim Barlow search for a party. David Weiss pours over Sociology. Wayne Hoit crams for a Spanish quiz. Jim Edmond scans a magazine. news and a promising face-off question on nuclear proliferation. While William F. Buckley and Gore Vidal parry points, Myron ingests Cream of Wheats, hot chocolate, and a handful of twenty times the daily dosage of essential vitamins and minerals. On the bus he does some light reading e An Anthology of Greek Drama. Joe crawls out of bed at 8:53, stuffs a doughnut in his mouth, and runs over the trash can backing out the drive. He flies over the speed bumps, parks in two spaces, and dashes into home room with 7 seconds to spare. Myron drags an armload of texts and light reading from class to class. Joe drags himself from class to class after last night's three hour slumber. On the bus ride home Myron commits next week's Sociology reading to memory. Joe drives himself to work. After work Joe zips home, changes clothes, and goes out party hunting. When the last of several parties is over, Joe throws up and careens home. He runs over the mail box pulling in the drive, makes himself an Alka-Fix, and crawls in bed at 3 AM. Once home, Myron treats himself to wheat-germ cookies and a cold glass of milk. Soothing his nerves with the harmonious strains of Chopin, Myron absorbs a volume of Marcus Aurelius. After an exciting evening of Calculus, German IV, and Chemistry II, he views the PBC special The Secret Life of the Lesser Three-Toed Hairy Torbaga and retires at precisely 10 RM. Though few people go to such extremes, a balance is difficult to maintain. The question remains: Should academics or social life take precedence? Everyone is a Myron or Joe to some extent, and everyone has his own solution.