Collegiate School - Torch Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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HELEN CELESTINI-2 EMILY HASKINS FRANCES GIEES ELIZABETH HARDY CIIARI.o'I'rE ENsLow MOON MosELEY PHILLIPS PDTEET RANsoNE Eflgllih Primary III Kindergarten Primary III Kindergarten Geometry EDYTI-IE BRUCE ORPI-IA FOWLER ALINE BEVILLE MARY CIIILDREY CI-IARLO'I'I'E AMES REED RILEY RUDASILL SHACKLEFORD SI-IEEHAN Primary IV Mathematies I Librarian Kindergarten Kindergarten NANCY WINGFIELD MARJORIE F AY Lucy LEGALLAIS NELDA RoEsER SMITH UNDERHILL WOMBLE Woon Primary II Intermediate IV Primary I Health Educati Mathematzes FACULTY NOT PICTURED CAROLYN ALDERMAN, Music CI-IARLo'I'rE S. CLARK, Mathematics ALICE D'AVESNE, French Conversation MARGARET WALLACE DURR, Arts and Crafts LORRAINE Y. EASTMAN, M usic JEANNE B. JOHNSON, French HENRY BERNARD LIPSCOMB, III, Primary III LUZELLE MONNOMERY, Art JENNIE S. PRITGHETT, Nurse EDNA WILLIFORD, Intermediate I S T A F F Afternoon Activities JOSEPHINE S. BRENEMAN GRACIE B. ROBINSON Business Office MARY RUFUS JACKSON HELEN TURMAN MARKEY Student Office FRANcEs HUNTLEY BRAMBLE Cafeteria MARY FRENCH OWEN ELSIE MORTOIN YOUNG on Primary IV E'rrA WATKINS JOHNSON FRANCES JONES ERNS1' ELISABETH WILLIAMS NIC RACHEL TRUEX GILL 'R HOLS

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1 1: . A 'ss PC U L 9 1 , 5 6 T RUTH EPLER JULIA PRICE LORRAINE A. LoUIsE MA'rn:RN ARMATAGE ARMSTRONG CHAPMAN COLEMAN Y Primary IV Bible, Intermediate I Physical Education History, French ADELINE HARMON JEAN DAWSON EPIE BLACKWELL ELISE DICKERMAN ANNE WILLIAMS COWLES CURRIN DUNCAN DUNN FERNEYI-Ioucl-I Muxie Afternoon Activities History, Latin Primary I French, English E ' Social Studies OLIVIA JOHNSTON MARY LANCASTER ELIZABETH DRUMTRA SUE HICKERSON MARY DowNs HART HUBBARD HUGHES JET1' JONES English Nurse Science Horne Economics Primary II Government Kindergarten Typzng JOHN RUI1Us NANCY CREATI-I JAMES DAY HILDA ELIZABETH PHILLIPS KIING LEWIS LYNCH MEREDITH MILES Bible Kindergarten Intermediate II Music Intermediate III 8

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Y' EDITORIAL ii 1 ff! ff .ALL children grow up - all except one, but everyone who has ever been young has met him. For he is Youth. He, like other children, realized soon after he was two that he must grow up. Yet he was different. He foresaw the responsibilities of a man, he understood the tasks to be undertaken, so, as other children had done, he' fell out of his perambulator and got lost - lost in the most wonderful adventure of all child- hood, Neverland. Yes, Pan is the personification of youth. He is happiness, he is innocence, he is joy. Have you never met him? Why of course you have! Perhaps you didn't recognize him exactly as Pan, but you could see where some of his magic dust had fallen. And the minute you found it you were whirled away into Neverland. The cynics among us will maintain that they have never been in Neverland. But look about you, you are in it now. For though you never quite realized it, Collegiate is our Neverland. For in it have been lived the most exciting, the most despondent, the most dramatic and most triumphant moments of our lives. For Collegiate, like Neverland, is founded on the beautiful thoughts of children. Its bases are the faith of little children and its structures are their hopes. It is a place where if you wish hard enough dreams come true, and if you stay long enough you will never forget. The friends, the duels, the Tinkerbells, and the pirates all make Collegiate our Neverland. This Neverland is a combination of things both fanciful and true. It is a place of construction. Building and storing are done here in a manner that seems far removed from the monotonous labor usually associated with these two words. For the building and storing that we are doing is not easily done, but when it is complete it is sturdy, strong and not easily shaken. The purpose of this building and storing that we are doing may seem remote and unrelated now, but, as it has proved with so many before, it will prove worthwhile to us in later years to have spent our childhood in the Neverland of Collegiate. But there is a Wendy among us, ta Wendy who feels that her troup must disband. She knows that she must gather up her children and leave, never to return. There is something calling that is just beyond, and the Wendy in us pushes gently forward out of Neverland to find it. We know somehow that when we have once left, it will be too late to look back, for we shall never return. The adventures, stories, and Hying are all part of the past, a wonderful, glorious, full past, but one that must soon end. Perhaps in leaving we feel a catch in our throats, but we have the secure feeling that what we are doing is right. We will not see Neverland again and perhaps not even Peter, unless, of course, we are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him when 'he visits our children. Then once more we shall hear him crow his own praises, smile showing all his first teeth, beckon with his small hand to a place far in the distant sky, and shout, 'lThe second to the right and straight on ,till morning. IO