Banff High School - Yearbook (Banff, Alberta Canada)

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TVE LVE Charlie Harbldge Hair is red, eyes are blue, Charles views beauty on review, Lifeguard at the Upper Hot, All the boys would like this spot. Ruth Peddle London Ontario was Ruth ' s home, But out to Banff she did roam, She ' s lots of fun and a good sport Sometimes serious but never blue. Joanne McKinnon Joanne will soon be old and bent The works so hard as President, To pass grade 12,her only thought Looks like she ' s going to sit and rot. Jeff Pritchard Jeff ' s a fellow from down east, With the girls he is a beast. He is a very talkative sort, And baseball is his favorite sport. Eunice Nellson Eunice Neilson had a spill, Shussing down a Norquay hill, Now she wears a plaster cast We all hope it is her last. John Derrick John Derrick from Cluney came But is quite civil all the same. On the slopes he ' s really whizzy But in French he ' s Just plain dizzy, Eyelvn Brewster Evelyn, the shortest in the class Is really quite a quiet lass, She ' d like to Join her beau in B.C. When his stenographer she ' d be. -- Marilyn McHardv A whiz on skis and in her math Marny is really on the right path, Her little bang is cute as can be, And so is the rest as you may well see. Roy McCowan To varsity Roy wants to go, Instead of riding on the tow. And someday soon we will see, Roy coming back to Banff to ski. Ted Stafford He ' s handsome,he ' s tall, He ' s loved by them all. For a third year student he doesn ' t know much, But Ted gets along with his charming touch.

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GRADE Yvonne Stazlcker Eenie, meenie, mynie, moe, Where the heck did Yvonne go? Here she comes through the school gate, It never fails she ' s always late. Bruce Campbell Bruce Campbell owns a beat-up hack Which always gets there but seldom back His ambition ' s a mechanic but lets see, A grease monkey or gas boy he ' ll be. Ken Williamson A mountie Ken may someday be He is Vice Pres, of M.T.C. He ' s the head of the Hot Springs mob But at French he ' s in a fog. Sally Walker Sally is a cute wee girl, She gives Calgary boys a whirl But wait till home her Arthur comes, He ' ll be beating his war drums. Carole Colcloug h Carole is our tall,blond lass, When on skis she will pass, As editor she is really fine But with the boys she strings a line. Charlie Iverson Give Bud a lawn and an old lawn mower And he will keep the things so nice, He wants to Join the Forestry Corps To kill all the naughty plant lice fylvia Thorne Sylvia is our Mount-Teen Queen, With Jefferson she ' s often seen, She cuts a fancy figure on ice, Her skiing too is very nice. Shelia White v Short dark hair and flashing eyes Sheila flirts with all the guys, Reading teacups is her line Making futures work out fine. Neil Bell Jack Leavitt Neil Bell likes to draw, At quarter past four at the school gates, He does this with ne ' er a flaw, Jack L ' s harem sits and waits, A Jet pilot he wants to be Along he comes in his little grey car, Someday he ' ll shoot down an M.-I.-G. Put in your nickle girls, you ' ll go far.

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VaUcbictosuf. It is a great honor to be appointed class valed¬ ictorian. This year that honor fell to me. It is the privilege of speaking on behalf of the graduating class — summing up our school days, at this time, when we are so near the completion of our,last year. Next year we will each go our own way - some of us to university, others to various instructive courses. When we think back to our school days we will always wonder just how and where our old school chums are. Even now we look back to our first public school days. It seems so long ago that we held on to mother’s hand that first day of school, as the teacher reassur¬ ingly comforted our fears of being away from home. Soon, however, the scene changed — we became quite independent, for we went to school. Many are the mem¬ ories of our public school days. They are happy ones although a case of chicken pox or a trip to the prin¬ cipal’s office wasn’t so funny when it happened. The end of public school made us feel even more the people of the world. We felt oh, so proud to walk into the high school with the other students, then take our place at our own desks. We were even proud of our homeworkI But then things began to change. Our studies were more concentrated and carried more meaning. We no long¬ er thought that we knew it all and the more we learned, the more there seemed to be that we didn’t know. Gradually we began giving more thought to the fut¬ ure. We realized that we could no longer go along as one big happy family, depending on our parents and teachers for any decisions that had to be made. Now we must make definite plans for the years ahead of us. With the aid of Mr. Leavitt’s tests we survey the fields we are suited to. We share a great responsibility as the future citizens of Canada and the World. May we, the Graduating Class of 1953, have the wisdom to appreciate the unlimited opportunities which lie ahead of us. To our ever-understanding parents and teachers we would like to say ' thank you,’ for so ably seeing us through the happiest and most unforgetable time of our lives — our school days.