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

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CULPEPER WORLD’S FAIR JULY 4, 1954 IN this peaceful summer morning as the bright and lus- trous sun climbs over the huge peaks of the mountains, one will find this prophet ambling up the road in an old delapidated Model T.” His one and only wish is that it will hold together until he reaches Culpeper so that he may see the World’s Fair and his former classmates of ’3 8. Cruising along the road and humming to myself, I suddenly see a large and elaborate mansion on my left. What ho? There’s a sign — Robert Inskeep, Secretary of Agriculture. Like a flash I remember Congress passing his last bill requiring all farmers to work in white shirts and wear bow ties so that they will have the appearance of well-to-do business men. After having Robert join me, as I need an official to crank my Betsy” when she gets stubborn, your prophet is now entering Culpeper. How the neighborhood has changed! The vacant lots have filled up with monotonous apartment houses, skyscrapers and innumerable factories. The sidewalks are filled with children and on all sides of me are parks, night clubs and theatres. Theatres? That reminds me. Here’s one of T. I. Martin’s luxuriant and exquisite theatres. Tinky” is now a distinguished theatre man, owning a chain of theatres all along the eastern coast from New York to Miami. Let’s see what’s showing, Hell Fell,” directed by J. B. Hudson, Jr. Secretary Inskeep also tells me that he is the leading director of Hollywood. Who woulda thought it? Look at this gals! Head- ing the cast are those two famous follies girls, Margaret Moser and Margaret Harlow. Your prophet regrets to mention this, but Harlow has just been granted a divorce from her third husband, Senor Clearriza, Spanish diplomat. Maybe I still have a chance, huh! Across the street your prophet sees the home of Coleman Brown, the town’s most beloved minister. Fax” has just published his famous book, The American Bible.” A little farther down the street we see those three renowned and dependable nurses, Nancy Richards, Josephine Chelf, and Nancy Tanner waving to us from a hotel window. These girls have done some noted work in the field of medicine. Fleety” has just written a book called Injuries Of Lipstick.” Cranking my Model T” again we pro- ceeded farther downtown or on the main drag.” Robert calls my attention to a large playground in front of us, which is directed by Elizabeth Quaintance. Lizzie is seen doing a Figure 8” on roller skates. She spends her leisure hours in winning beauty contests. Well, that’s not hard to see, is it? Arriving at the Fair’s entrance, we notice a large crowd listening to a man with a loud and boisterous voice speaking from a platform. This man, my dear frans,” is none other than Kenneth Brown, campaign- ing for Governor of Virginia. It is interesting to note the celebrities among the audi- ence. Hey! Hey! Look! Here’s Robert, Slugger” Miller, the league’s leading catcher of the New York Yankees We drive my piece of junk over to the parking lot and while doing so we notice a suspicious looking character peeping from under a car. That character, my dear racketeers, is Pete Norris, a hard-boiled G-man keeping his eye on Martha Johnson, Queen of the fan dancers.” Martha has been threatened by racketeers who have been trying to embezzle money from her husband, who is the president of the Western Union. Looking behind me, I see a handsome young fellow wearing dark glasses. Why, it’s Claude Dodson, who has taken Robert Taylor’s place in Hollywood. Gee! Look at those autograph seekers. Walking slowly towards the show tents, I see Tom Jefferies, new owner of the Whitney race horses, talking to one of his jockeys. We stroll past the arena and who should be standing out front but Jack Townsley, heavyweight champion of the world. Jack holds the world’s record of seventy two consecutive K.O.’s. John Brown, whose tact and common sense, has won him a managerial position with the Standard Oil Co., is standing beside him. Emma Page Eleien

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CLASS HISTORY GRADUATION! History again repeats itself, for the goal toward which we have been working for eleven long years has at last been reached by the Class of 193 8. Let’s look back on those days when we first entered high school — those days when we felt so important and big. It was in 1934 that we graduated from the grammar grade school, having the honor of holding the first graduation for the grades. Were we proud? I’ll say we were! We entered the freshman class to undergo the same trials and changes which all classes undergo during the same stages, but we felt different. We just knew that our upper classmen were trying to make it harder for us. We were constantly in a state of confusion, but under the leadership of Miss Jansen, Miss McNeil and Mr. Shotwell, we soon became accustomed to the regular routine of the change of classes from room to room. As a welcome into high school, the senior class entertained us with a delight- ful campfire and weiner roast. How honored we felt! The National Thespians were organized and we, as freshmen watched and hoped someday that we, too, might become members. There was quite an epidemic of love affairs this year — J. B. and Tish,” Nancy T. and Junior. These caused quite a stir because never before had freshmen attained the notoriety of appearing in Annie.” Well, enough of good times. Let’s talk about lessons. Such subjects as we had never seen, but Latin seemed to be the stumbling block to keep us from going forward. The sophomore room found us a smaller group due to a few failures and to the number who thought they had attained enough knowledge for the world. Miss McNeil and Mrs. Hudson were our home room teachers, who tried to correct and guide us on our wavering paths. Mr. Campbell took Big Jeff’s” place. Martha Johnson had the honor to be State Hi-Y president. Good going, Martha! Through the efforts of our teachers we finally finished that second year of high school by the skin of our teeth. When we entered Miss Winn’s Junior Class in 1936, we had begun to realize what school really is. The class officers were, President, Oscar Bates; Vice-President, Claude Harlow; Secretary, Robert Inskeep; Treasurer, Jimmy R. Rust. This year we presented an amateur program, which proved quite entertaining. The only new faculty members were Mr. Hudgins and Mr. Wright. We no longer had a library in which to mis- behave because it was moved to study hall where Miss Bolen could keep a watchful eye over us. The point system was adopted by the school and again some of us were unable to hold office. We gave a Junior-Senior party as had never been given before. Thus, through it all we managed to pass our junior year. Seniors! Dignified! Miss Winn again presided. Our class had diminished notice- ably in number, due to the lack of quality credits. The few that were left had become more dignified and we were now ready for work in earnest. Tinky Martin was elected president. Student government was instituted in the school with Jane Waugh as coun- cil president. By the vote of the Senior Class the class book was enlarged. Did we work? And how! On May 6 the Junior Class entertained us with a unique banquet and dance. Thanks, Juniors! The remainder of the time was occupied with the selec- tion of our invitations, caps, and gowns, and the production of our play Easy Money.” In spite of all those last minute re-exams for a few quality credits, we did enjoy it. We hate to leave and we will always remember those happy high school days spent in dear ole C. H. S. Page Ten

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Mastin, Secretary of Labor, and Lorelle Brown, a noted beautician, are seen looking over the sights together. Hey, pinch me and see if I’m alive, can the girl in that attractive blue uniform be Helen Hawkins? Yes, she’s finally become an air hostess. After putting a pint of gas in my Model T,” we leave the Fair and visit our former school building which has been rebuilt into a huge streamline edifice. Here we find Virginia Wiseman, Thelma Rosenthal, and Hilda Brown teaching with James Green, as head football coach. As dusk approaches and the sun sinks in the west, I leave my old Alma Mater” and visit the town’s amusement spots. Walking casually into a night club, The Bachelor’s Club,” I see Jane Waugh, directing her all girl orchestra, with Virginia Parker, all American torch singer, as her chief vocalist. After a nice supper, your prophet regretfully climbs into his Model T” and bids Au Revoir” to Culpeper. If you should see pieces of a Model T” in the road you’ll know your prophet became dern disgusted” and dynamited Old Betsy.” OSCAR BATES. GRADUATION Helen Hawkins Like soldiers to be mustered out We stand the slat time here And face the future, our redoubt Your sage advice sincere. For four long years we’ve marched along A path we’ll tread no more; We’ve filled the time with work and song, But now say, Au Revoir.” As freshmen green we think with pain Of what we thought we knew, As sophomores it was quite plain We’d learn a thing or two. In our junior year we settled down With bright days spaced with showers, But seniors now with wistful frown Look back on wasted hours. Our ranks have spots where here and there Comrades have fallen out, Some moved away, some wedded were, They think of us no doubt. Shoulder to shoulder, Allez-vous.” We face the world today, Our hope and trust is pledged anew In doing God’s own way. Courage! We hear the clarion call, Duty our way divides; Resolved to live with truth so all May meet as He provides! Page Twelve