Waynesboro High School - Skyline Yearbook (Waynesboro, VA)

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Cultivating a spring fancy, Phil Broadfoot pampers a plant. : me Spring’s fever grips the minds of Jeff Brown and Roger Hirsh. Junior Variety whistles for Karen Brannock and Betty Mason 12

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Before-class chats reverberate from Lee Oas and Dennis Royer. Fading seasons only polish WHS colors Like a crossroads village, the year’s end gives hot pursuit to its beginning. There is a flash, and the dropping leaves turn to snow, and the snow to summer flowers. WHS takes a well-deserved rest from its annual cycle. Its relaxed pace gathers strength for Sep- tember; its energy quietly builds for another autumnal burst. Then the wind once again blows fall across the stage, then winter, and strolls spring in its unfadable pink and green blanket. But constantly surrounding the cycle is a gold and purple border; the seasons cannot extin- guish the undying Waynesboro spirit. No, is the uncompromizing answer to all who prophesize the fade of the gold-and-purple banner. WHS's buildings may corrode with time, and her halls may one day grace fireplaces, but the tra- dition the school has built is immortal. WHS will continue to live in her daughters and sons, and their posterity will be indelibly marked with the Waynesboro pride. Intently watching a game, Betty Mason breathlessly awaits. 11 Emily Curry and Vicki Gochenour snack.

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Swaying dancers dream under the '66 Prom of Green Mansions. Spring green turns eyes to June escape Trumpets herald a warm sun! The vernal days shout an awakening; they call for the resurec- tion of summer dreams. School’s end bounds from between the lines of spring’s ambassa- dors, and the graduation ritual takes reality’s form. Washington calls to seniors; packed bags meet the long-awaited weekend trip. Clubs swarm convention-bound buses and prepare for state- wide green-bordered festivals. The lion- superceding lamb gayly gambols with the new warmth’s advent. Prom and Finals call for crepe-stringers, and artists transform gyms into unforgettable forev- er-night landscapes. Summer’s calling card mir- rors from spring frivolity; the trees once again dance in a million sunrays. In the halls, conversation is stamped with spring. Baseball and track pay their Olympian tribute beneath the season’s smile; warmth is once again king, and its gospel can avoid no eyes. Warm days and blooming trees call forth a nature student.