Canton Williams High School - Algonquin Yearbook (Canton, NY)

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g THE ALGO NQUIN Class Motto .... Class Colors Class Flower .. Deeds Not Words . . . . . Blue and Gray . . . . . Delphinium CLASS SONG iTune: Every Day D Now that we are leaving you, The school that we all hold dear, We hope to be remembered here By others coming on. We have worked and we have played These four years within your walls, To keep our banner waving high, With its yellow and brown. This class leaves with you its star To prove that you will always successful be By word of a tongue or a pen, a gift that we'll bring, Then as the years go by- We will walk along life's way With you as our guiding starg You'll always keep- us going right, Our dear old C. H. S. -Eileen Murphy, -Geraldine Farmer. Place-Study Hall. CLASS POEM Canton High, these past four years We've spent within your walls, And now, we give one last look back To see your well-known halls. Our memories of you are dear, We'l1 keep them all our life. We'll think of you from year to year- Through any pain and strife. At first, we walked your halls with awe Timid, 'till we understoodg But when our Freshman year was through, We realized your good. Now our fourth and last year's gone, Our life with you is through, But no matter where we roam We'll always think of you. -Anne Robins. Time-Just during school hours. Characters-Teacher in attendance--it is left to your own ingenuity to tell which one. Sundry pupils in various parts of the room. As the curtain goes up, just after the ring- ing of the bell, the 'students seem averse to settling down. After some five minutes' vain attempt, the teacher finds that his for herb voice may be heard above the hub-bub. You may be sure things quiet down in a hurry! Studying goes on undisturbed for five minutes while notes are passed unnoticed and whisper- ings escape the all-seeing eye . Suddenly from the far corner of the room comes a command, John Heaton and Bunny Russell, stop your talking! Contagious snickers soon stop under the glare of the teacher's eye. Suddenly someone snorts and giggles are heard from all sides. A note has proved too humorous for the receiver. The teacher smiles with a far-away smile as order is restored. 'The remaining period is punctuated every so often by commands for silence and accompany- ing quickly-silenced snickers. At last the bell rings and the hub-bub starts again. Yes, wasn't that note too funny for words! Well, one more 'period gone! -Anne Robins.

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