Clover Hill High School - Ducemus Yearbook (Midlothian, VA)

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Graduation was less than a week away. As the Class of 1979 filed out of the gymnasium June 7, they took seven years of Clover Hill with them. Nearly half of the 221 graduates first entered the school in the fall of 1972, when it was brand new both in age and design. Though they were fresh out of elemen- tary school, these sixth graders were kept involved in the activities of high Down to the wire At last — diplomas! school. They went to assemblies, joined clubs, and helped to choose the school’s colors and mascot. When they felt far removed from the older students, Prin- cipal Robert Lewis reminded them that they were the ones who would enjoy the privileges in the years to come. At that time, it was hard to believe they would ever reach those distant future years. But, they finally became seniors, mak- ing the distant dream a reality. The seniors had a right to be proud, whether they had been here seven years or one. After all, they had survived a year of college decisions, writing term papers, and constantly ordering this or that. They had overcome the epidemic of Senioritis that set in about the time they made reservations for the beach. They even found time to enjoy a night on Fantasy Island. And, thanks to the county’s generosity, they got five days off for good behavior. Undoubtedly, these and other memories came to the graduates’ minds as the ceremony progressed. Family and friends crowded into the gym or watched on closed circuit television in the com- mons as the class gathered for the last time. Valedictorian Sharon Jones and Salutatorian Penny Furr addressed the graduates, and Assistant Principal Lou Zapar recognized those who were re- warded for their outstanding contribu- tions to the school. Next came the presentation of diplomas, and the graduates had the chance to watch each classmate spotlighted. Finally, Dr. Lowell Ellett closed the ceremony with the benediction ‘“‘The Graduate’s Prayer.” Some had had tears in their eyes since the first strains of “Pomp and Cir- cumstance” could be heard, but there was an underlying sense of triumph detectable in all. Cries of “We did it!” and “Boy, am I glad that’s over with!” mixed with the exchange of a hug. There were sO many presents being opened it was like Christmas, only without the tree. Life’s first big milestone had been conquered and the door to the future opened wide to accept Clover Hill’s newest alumni. They had made it down to the wire, broken across, and received their laurels — the diploma. What comes next? In a pensive mood, Linda Harris depicts the more solemn aspect of gradua- tion as she contemplates what the future may hold. “‘You done good’’ Pam Kieper accepts the $500 Health Careers Scholarship from Principal Harold Gibson on behalf of the area chapter of the March of Dimes. The real thing Andy Warner proudly receives his reward for completing high school while faculty members search through their stacks for other graduates’ diplomas. Down to the Wire 13

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— Let’s celebrate! With diploma in hand, Janis Rogers and Debbie Dee display their elation and their loyalty to their school. Head of the class Valedictorian Sharon Jones ad- vises her classmates to recognize life’s biggest failures in order to avoid them. (continued from page 11) merely meant the past tense of sit.” During Week-end Update’s celebrity in- terview, Mae West (Jeannie Willard) revealed publicly her capers with Mr. Marshall Pearman and Mr. Willard Strickland. One of the segments dealt with breaking records — literally. Tom Topalu and Thad Milam, representing those whose tastes leaned toward traditional rock-n-roll, staged their own “Disco Break.” Disco fans in the audience cringed as these two destroyed disco albums and their covers and made a Bee Gee poster the victim of a samurai slash. Of course, there were the traditional readings of the prophecies and selected last will and testaments. Senior superlatives were announced and awarded prizes. As usual, those satirized were able to grin and bear it, really hav- ing no other choice. And as the seniors good-naturedly left the auditorium, the laughs they’d experienced and the smiles on their faces braced them for the days ahead. It was Friday, June 1. Congratulations! Principal Harold Gibson pre- ‘‘Dare to be different’? Encouraging her Job well done Carol Butler, who also won the sents the Kiwanis Club’s Academic Excellence classmates to live as individuals, Penny Furr Herff-Jones Dedication to Excellence Award and Award to Gary Rudd, who also received a $300 closes her Salutatory Address with Robert Frost’s | an SCA scholarship, accepts the Clover Hill Farms scholarship from Masonic Lodge 253. poem “The Road Not Taken.” Women’s Club scholarship. | 12 Down to the Wire

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