Culpeper County High School - Colonnade Yearbook (Culpeper, VA)

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41 1111111111111111111 iimmniiMitiu GIRLS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Reading from left to right, first row: M. Smith, R. Wiseman, F. J. Grant, S. Eastham, B. Willis, P. Beattie. Second row: I. Corbin, E. Walker, V. Kite, G. Stringfellow, J. Hutcherson. Third row: H. Jeffries, Coach, Miss Mattingly, E. Legg. BOYS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION Reading from left to right, first row: L. Bruce, II. Willis, W. Lewis, L. Major, J. Hudson, M. Miller, M. Green, H. Gr’mslev, M. Kilby, P. Dav ' es, A. Clarke, W. Petty, J. Settle. J. Davies, J. Thrift. Second row: J. Johnson, A. Lillard, J. Yowell. Third row: S. Lindsay, B. Rosson, D. Nalle, P. Mason, N. Marean, G. Beattie, O. Thornhill, R. Jefferson, R. J. Bruce, II. Taylor, W. P. Lewis, J. Willis, J. Coleman, H. Caperton, H. Colvin, A. T. Howard, J. Miller. IIIIIIIMI iiiiiimiimimiiiiiiiiiimiimmimimiiiiiiiiimiiitmiiu

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aillllllllllllllllllllllllllltlllllllllllllllllllllMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIilllllMIMIIIIIIIIIIMIIIMMIMIIIIIIimillMimiimmiimillllllllMIIMIIIIMIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM PROPHECY— CLASS OF ’33 (BETSY MORRISON) As I was sitting at home one afternoon after office hours, listening to the radio, it suddenly occured to me that this year, 1943, marks the tenth anniversary of my graduation from C. H. S. and I wondered what my class mates were doing. So I decided to take a peep into their lives by means of my television radio. The first stop of the dial was in Washing- ton, and immediately I saw a large hospital. Imagine my surprise on recognizing my old classmates Frances Quaintance, Mildred Ben- ton, and the Superintendent of Nurses, none other than Dixie Osborne. After that I was prepared for anything, and it was just as well, for striding down the long corridor were Drs. Willie Parr Lewis, D. W. Thornhill and Robert J. Bruce, apparently in deep consultation. Passing from the hospital, my glance fell on a theater, where a brilliantly lighted mar- que proclaimed “Sue Guinn, Radio Commedi- enne in Person.” On another marque I noticed the sign “Dorothea Thomasine, in ‘Two Hearts.’ ” Wouldn’t I have known that those two would do something like that? Turning from the theaters to a huge office building, whom should I see calmly banging typewriters, but Ruby Wiseman, Louise King, Frances Selater and Nancy Jones. I remember when Nancy first started typing. She offered to type my Senior essay but I was afraid to let her do it, but she’s evidently improved by now. Just then one of those long winded radio an- nouncers interrupted my sight of Washington and I thought I recognized something familiar in the way he slung out four and five syllabled words. It was Charlie Tipton. Tiring of Washington. I switched to Hav- ana and a Cuban race track greeted me. As my eyes became accustomed to the sight I thought I distinguished a familiar profile in the pad- dock, and who should it be but A. T. Howard in earnest conversation with a jockey. The horse the jockey was astride was probably one of Paul Pryer’s descendants. Standing close to A. T. arguing like old times was Judson Miller, head coach at V. M. I., who had gone South to rest up after a strenuous but successful foot- ball season. A little apart from the crowd, I noticed James Moser, detective, ever on the alert for a pick-pocket. As I watched he strol- led to a bookmaker writing down bets on his cuff. The bookmaker was none other than John Davis. Up the coast at Palm Beach, I espied Mary Inskeep. her husband — guess who — and their guest, Agnes Burwell, who was looking very miserable because she had left her fiance back in Virginia. Farther down the beach at a thriving hot dog stand Mason Green and Carl Wiseman were doing a good business. In New York at the Gaiety, electric lights blazed and told that “George Beattie, Eccentric Dancer” was being held over for another week with “Norman Marean, The Inimitable Mimic,” as an added feature. Picking up “The Mirror,” 1 glanced at Glassell Stringfellow’s gossip col- umn, which was still telling the news of to- morrow. His big item that day was that Peggy Beattie, the torch singer in Wallis Lewis’ Night Club had mysteriously disappeared and for a wonder Glassell didn’t know where she was. From Broadway, I swung out to Columbia University where Leon Seigner was trying to drill into the lesser minds, the fundamentals of Economics. At Columbia also was Betty Willis, the Chemistry teacher, whose latest theory is that red-headed people should not dye their hair as it dries up the brain. Otis Thornhill had left the University on one of his exploring expeditions — this one to the newly discovered planet — I forget the name. His technical engi- neer was Joe Settle, whose weather beaten face was pretty nearly the color of his hair. One of the dramatic teachers was Horace Tay- lor, who first discovered his liking for drama in the Senior Play of 1933. Back to Broadway I went, where over one extremely simple shop I saw these words, “Evelyn May, Beautician,” and over another simply, “E. L. Tolbert.” I believe I did hear that E. L. specialized in making queer musical in- struments, some of them already famous. Lat- er at the Roxy Theater, I saw the magician, John Willis, hold an audience spell bound while Claude Hitt distracted their attention by his monologue. I had had enough of big cities, so I idly twisted the dial until I thought I saw a fami- liar spot. Culpeper with a radio station. Well, I hadn’t heard that! At the new airport a plane swooped down and the pilot, Chauncey Hill, stepped out. I guessed that he was causing many feminine heart flutters and not by his plane stunts either. Nannie and Elizabeth Colvin were air hostesses on his plane. Up the Sperryville way. a chicken farm attracted my curiosity, and I saw a sign over the gate “Iva Yowell — Fryers a Specialty,” while a little further up the road. Russell Lewis had a scientific pig farm. On the Stevensburg road. Alta May and Frances Brown ran a quaint old Inn. while at Eldorado, which is now an accredited high school, Willie and Missie Hitt taught geometry and chemis- try. respectively. But the happiest person in Culpeper was Virginia Heflin, hanpily married and living in a little house by a filling station. At the end of my television trip, I felt in- deed happy to have seen all my class mates of ten years ago. iiimmiiimiiiit mill 1 1 1 ill i 111111111111111111111111 iiinil

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3111 lllllllllllllll Mill III lllllllllll II I llllllllllll II II III lllllll llll III llllllll II I IIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIMII I HllllllllimillllMIIIIIIMMimillllMIMII 1111111111111111111111111111 lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll DRAMATIC CLUB First row (left to right): E. Bickers, Z. Rhoades, B. Willis, B. Von Gemmingen, K. Waite, E. May, N. Green, B. Morri- son, P. Beattie, S. Guinn, F. Tanner. Second Row; G. Beattie, D. Davies, F. J. Grant, M. Inskeep, S. Eastham, Miss Campbell, N Jones, L. M. Browning, R. E. Weaver, A. Payne, J. Johnson, J. B. Carpenter, M. Miller. Class Song CLASS OF THIRTY-THREE (Tune: “Smilin’ Through”) There’s a class going out From old Culpeper High, To a world full of struggle and strife. There’s a tear in each eye, But we’ll conquer or die, For we’re proud to be The Class of thirty-three. There’ll be others to take Our place when we’re gone, And we leave them our pleasures and joys. But thru all the long years Though the clouds bring their tears, We’ll always be The class of thirty-three. Haley’s Service Station 3 in 1 Filling Station Esso and Standard Gasoline Atlas Tires Guaranteed One Year Culpeper, Virginia Essolube Motor Oil. R. L. Rosson