Waynesboro High School - Skyline Yearbook (Waynesboro, VA)

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the mind of Eddie Evers. forth spirit calmly clutches at the hearts of Neal Kirby calling and Sue McDowell. ’ a0 = — = 2) © fe = = © — a — fe) a as oO ® © wn ® a) oO ® — is) so] wn n x © ze) fe ° is oO oe a = = c D ° = gling with the rakes of autumn. Academic concentration once more comes alive as a new school year begins Homecoming 15

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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

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Lost summer hides from Asleep in a hoary grave, the old year lends its winter s angry teeth resting place as a fair ground of winterdom. Sleds whittle its ice-fraught slopes; shovels and snowballs flash and strike; snowtime’s short stay must be a full one. Gyms offer asylum to the warmth that winter has persecuted; boys in shorts play basketball, safe from the cold that buttons topcoats and wraps scarves closer. Who ventures outside knows little respite. Only two sporadic lights protect the hamburger-lover. Winter coaxes up car windows; it turns heat to a maximum as drivers and riders stretch their toes to the summer preserves. Still, the hardy haul their snowboats to the slopes and attack each other with their tempo- rary projectile supplies. Some, less enthusiastic, shove the white hair from their driveways and curse the snowplow that replenishes the growth. Only that the cold exists is generally agreed; win- Absorbing from studious walls, Robbi Lindamood catches a quiet ter divides into many factions its lovers and moment. victims. Snow worshippers, Ann Snyder, Lelia Baum, and John Kindt buff the toboggan. While storm clouds gurgle forth snow, John Dvorchak and Roger Quick struggle to contain their mirth as they add to Fishburne’s holiday display. 16