Sammamish High School - Thunderbird Yearbook (Bellevue, WA)

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Outzs 9 FIGHTI G FEMALES never tasted victory 'kThe girls went down fighting, said Miss Dorothy Cutzs, girls ten' nis coach. The Sammamish Girls Tennis Team, winless in the eight outings, never tasted victory in the '66 campaign. Along with the squads lack of experienced players, Coach Cutzs thinks that the short' age of junior high tennis programs in the area limited her team's play' ing ability. There were some high points among the KingC0 cellar dwelf lers, though. Teri Burbridge, ju' nior, won a number one singles match victory against the Indians of Issaquah, In her first year of competition for the red and black, senior Cathy Doody was victorious in a number three singles match versus Bothell's Cougars. Bothell again fell victim to the Totems in a number two doubles match won by Cheryl Hart and Margarite Hargrave. Sophomore Diane Smith, one .of the most promising play' ers, took a number three singles contest from the Redmond Mus' tangs. Miss Outzs' rookie year as coach of the girl's tennis team was an inf teresting experience. She stated that Sammamish will have a better chance with return of this year's promising sophomores and juniors . . . we need to build. Wait till next year, we'll change the story! 14 Kris Blendheim in midfsefve, Every stroke holds the hope of victory Good form is essential to win. - -- - e Sometimes they missed. Teri Burbridge lunged with a forehand stroke.

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a Above: Miss Tan' to the right of them. L'If the dinosaurs don't trample us to death and if Miss Tarr doesn't eat us alive, we'll all live to see the end of this play. This play, Thornton Wilder's Skin of Our Teeth, subjects peaceful New Jersey suburbanites, the Antrobuses, to stam- peding dinosaurs, rampaging ice glaciers and the horrors of World War III. Perhaps the perils of actors in Sammamish's production of the play were not as deadly, but Director Beth Tarr presented a formidable reckoning when they missed a cue or failed to learn their lines. At times resembling a field general on DfDay, Miss Tarr com' manded rehearsals, walkieftalkie in hand, masterfully issuing orders. Other times, though, she could be seen stealthily sneaking around the set, popping from behind chairs, and whispering sweet nothings in startled actors' ears. Was she playing peekfafboo in the midst of production? No, she was just teaching performers to stay in character come fire, flood, or ice glacier. And the flood, The Great Flood, did come. Confusion pref vailed as the Antrobuses tried to pack pachyderms, kangaroos, and turtles in their Atlantic City Ark. Mrs. Antrobus Gan Hopkins, gathered up her children, Karen Cassel and Doug Hendrix, with Maid Sabina fKathy Riddlej as they ran for the Ark and a new world after the Flood. Backstage Director Tarr packed laryngitic actors full of Vitamin C and orange juice to stave off an epidemic. She searched every crook and nanny for a revolver fnot to shoot herself, it's in the playlj And hopping madly up and down she shouted Where's Mr. Antrobus? VV'here's Mark Peeples?! 16A as- ' They Survived A B the Skin of