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

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Mall of 7ame Best All Around Margaret Eggborn Duff Green Best Looking Lillian Clarke Charles Hurt Most Popular Claudine Weaver Duff Green Mos Dignified Virginia Weakley Charles Hurt Most Studious Elizabeth Jones Stanley Rosenthal Most Talented Leona Grimmelsman Tom Edmondson Class Clowns Claudine Weaver R. J. Inskeep Best Dancers Dott Hitt Tom Edmondson Most Athletic Dorothy Eaulconer Woods Stringfellow Friendliest Quietest Most Likely to Succeed Claudine Weaver Sarah Robbins Elizabeth Jones Duff Green Ernest Smith Tom Edmondson

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Senior Song Mook 19 — Thought in everyone’s mind after the S.C.A. dance, Why more often?” 26 — Well, we did! This time it was the Monogram Club, and what a swell party! FEBRUARY ' Let me call you Sweetheart, I’m in love with you.” 9 — Once again the monotony of school life was’ broken by a dance. The Dramatic Club is O.K. 16 — Her Royal Highness, Miss Jones” proved very popular in C.H.S. 23 — Another much-welcomed dance, given by the Girls’ Hi-Y. MARCH High on a windy hill, 1 felt my heart stand still.” 7 — Oo-oo-o!” — Ah-h!” The girls’ and boys’ iphysical education assembly brought forth these utterances. 21 — Girls’ Hi-Y religious program. Onward Christian Soldiers.” 23 — Senior class’ successful year topped with their play, Every Family Has One.” APRIL ' 7 won’t forget, but I won’t be lonely I’ll remember April and be glad.” 1— April Fool. Ha! Ha! 13 — Even though you said, Don’t Take My Penny,” ours were well spent to see your play. Dramatic Club. MAY Will you remember this day. When we were happy in May?” 24 — Our day — Senior Class Day. 27 — Once in the life of every person comes the annual school service. God of Our Fathers.” 3 1 — Graduation. From here — ? Peggy Dinkel Medaine Buderman Hazel Rosson

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Senior Keverie Listen, my children, and you shall hear The thrilling tale of our senior year. ’Twas the 7th of September in ’forty-four, Alas! Alack! Just one year more To work and study at C.H.S. We’re sad to leave, we must confess. Our friends, our pals of eleven years. Sharing our happiness, and our tears; Each must now go his separate way, A God-giv’n talent to display. Fame for few, for others none. Yet at the last the laurels won. The time has come when we must go. As we would reap so must we sow, A life successful, full of gain Must also have its share of pain. And now, dear C.H.S. , goodbye; We leave with a tear and a longing sigh. Betty Thurston 27 1