Waynesboro High School - Skyline Yearbook (Waynesboro, VA)

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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.

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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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Fall praises itself from sun-speckled lofty hills Autumn winds kick off football nights and drop a bronze carpet to greet the nighttime’s congev- ity. Mellow is the season’s name, and it sum- mons its youth to embrace its flowing colors. Leaves are to the sun as treetops to the breeze; both float enchantingly, sheltering human forms; bridging earth and heaven, whispering the eternal feeling of fall’s never-ending days. Still in its diapers, the school year peers from a seemingly borderless cradle; the calendar year ends and sees only its adolescence. Bright is the face of the first school days, and benign clouds chant sweet nothings into its ear. Streets smile, clothed in a rainbow of sweaters, and sunlight stills the freshness of the air; the school happily embraces its new season. ‘| will never yield to another clime,’’ says young fall. ‘‘My immortal heart is here for all time.’’ DuPont’s Rec Center offers a welcomed retreat. Marking the field for games proves to be a precise task. 14