Powell Valley High School - Valhalla Yearbook (Big Stone Gap, VA)

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PATRICIA L. WARREN Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax. DAVID WHITTAKER Truth, when witty, is the witt- iest of all things. HARLES E. UPCHURCH DONALD VANDERGRIFF quiet young lad, but you ' d Give me neither poverty nor surprised at all he knows. riches. CLASS LARA LOUISE WILSON MARTHA F. YEARY lilence to the saints; I am but What is character but the de- human. termination of incident? What is the incident but the illustra- tion of character? NOT PICTURED: ALMA JUNE FISHER Choice bits come in small pack- ages. JUDY SUE FISHER A perfect carnival of fun. THOMAS L. GARDNER It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. BOBBY HERRON A very quiet, sincere, depend- able fellow.

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The prized possession. Showers and flowers. ..Junior. Senior Prom. . .Easter vacation. . . Senior Play. . .Excited Key Club- bers plan the Annual Banquet and convention. . .Invitations . . . Class Sermon. . .For some, examinations. . . .Graduation . . .Eager students look forward to a much needed vacation. SENIOR PHYLLIS A. STURGILL MARY LOUISE TAYLOR WILLIAM B. TAYLOR HAROLD THOMPSON Gentlemen prefer blondes. A pleasing combination of worth and wit. To think is an idle waste of time. Fortune aids the brave.

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HOWARD, CAUDILL, KELLY, BUCHANAN Senior Class President JACK HOWARD Vice-President ... .... .. MITZIE CAUDILL Secretary PATRICK KELLY Treasurer PHIL BUCHANAN Sponsors MRS. WILMA BROOKS MISS CALLIE DARNELL MISS LORA DINGUS SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Soon the first school year at Powell Valley will end. For those of us who compose the first senior class, this will be a time of pride and remembrance, a time of hope and looking forward. For some, it will be the end of formal education; for others, the opening of a new cosmos of learning and understanding as they plan for college. But whatever graduation means to each of us, we all remember the experiences, the trials, and the maturing of minds and bodies which led us here. We remember the trepidation with which we entered the eighth grade, with its new routines and schedules, its sudden responsibilities and duties. We were sure that no group of eighth graders had ever felt bewilderment as profound as ours. We remember our second year, and the pride we felt, not only at having risen to the esteemed position of freshmen, but also with the realization that we were beginning to become a class, a group. We remember the satisfaction of bully- ing those in the class below us and our awe of those in the classes above us. We remember our sophomore year, which brought our final adjustment to high school life and the questions, What courses will I take? Will I go to college? Where? What will my vocation be? Of our high school days, we will perhaps most vividly remember our years as juniors. The excitement of record magazine sales, the pride of ordering our class rings, the thrill of our prom-these things we will remember about this wonderful time, but we will also remember that it was in our junior year that we experienced for the first time the full realization of ourselves and knew that we would be a part of the first senior class of Powell Valley. Our freshman year was really the first year that we felt like high schoolers. We began to take an interest in the activi- ties about us and work more vigorously toward our senior year. The year that we acquired the title of sophomores was a strong link in our chain of high school years. The females of this class tremendously enjoyed exercising their vocal chords. It was because of this that we formed the Girls ' Chorus which added extra fun and enjoyment to our second year of high school. Our first performance was at the Junior Play in which we sang several of the top tunes around the nation. We also sang for the graduation exercises and several assembly programs; a white dress was our favorite costume. The year we became juniors gave us the feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment. Our four year race was almost finished. One of the highlights was our junior play. It was a hilarious comedy and a very successful one also. Most of all, it made us enjoy each other ' s wit and company. The second big thrill was our long-awaited class rings. There was much commotion and excitement at their arrival. At long last, we had something tangible to show for our labors. Now we are seniors. We will remember this year and the years which have made it possible. We will remember the exhilaration of receiving our senior rings, which we had chosen as a standard for Powell Valley seniors in years to come. Then came the dayl The caution, the anticipation, the fear, the excitement of our first day at Powell Valley are feelings which we all shared. Cards, pictures, cap and gown measurements, g-aduation announcements, last band ap- pearances for some, the first edition of the VALHALLA — these experiences, symbols, and events we will remember, along with the friends we have made, the teachers who have led us, and the ideas and ideals we have formed. As our last year of high school comes to an end, we fully realize that our education does not end here. Whether our professional schooling continues or not, we will continue to learn, to think, and to use the knowledge we have acquired through the years. Now we must cross the bridge from our senior year to our future. This is a difficult task for some of us, but our hopes and expectations of what lies ahead for us cannot be dulled by fears and doubts. Our hearts are strong with the courage of youth and the determination to succeed in the life that is before us.