Covington High School - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Covington, VA)

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Tensions are high as Frank Long and Rod Armstrong, along with the Clifton co-captains, await the toss of the coin to start the most anticipated game of the season.

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As the sounds of splashing water and the sizzle of hamburgers on an open fire fade into memories, time sees her old sons out and her new ones in. The new year commences with the sharp crisp cadence of exercises from the football field, coupled with friendly, never hesitant tones of the teacher explaining, lecturing, sometimes questioning. Our pencils click on desks and chalk streaks its message on blackboards, while we are distracted by feet shuffling in the hallways and the resounding clang of locker doors. These are the audible reminders of a school day. As we progress toward our choice of a profession, the sounds heard are more complex, and our thoughts and ideas tune to the transmission of verbal expressions. As a result we become receptive to advice and conversa- tion within this realm of audibility. Learning becomes almost synonymous with sound, and as we strive for high goals, education plays the key role. It is obvious to us now that Cov- ington High School is a major influence on our culmination of knowledge. Tread lightly and listen — her halls are alive with the SOUND OF LEARNING.

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The crowd cheers as Jim Bob Lemon, the only major-leaguer from C.H.S., makes another hit as he crowns Miss Judy Britt, Homecoming Queen for 1960. One, two, three, four — up! Down! These sounds typify a gym class, sounds which originate at the first painful contor- tion of muscles. Physical fitness is one of the most important facets of our lives, and Mrs. White and the girls strive for this goal with stoic persistence. Yo-ho-ho — you and me. Little Brown Jug, how we love thee. As it should be, you ' re still here. Safe and sure for another year. With crowds wildly cheering, two players grapple desperately for the ever-elusive ball. When the game begins we are reminded of Roman splendor. But what did they have to compare with our pigskin ferocity?