Dalhousie Superior School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Dalhousie, New Brunswick Canada)

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THE BLACK AND GOLD GEIILJASS IIHIHIKSGIIHDJIRGY ars. of Grade X. Our natural modesty forbids us to tell the re- sults! We have been bearing much about the relative importance of bullets and butter. Mr. Murray MacKay deals in butter, his son deals in bullets. We have not ceased wondering what he expect- ed to happen when he put one d'own a young lady s back. I remember one history day, Rene encountered her usual dif- ficulty in remembering her dates. Mr. Jamieson disgressed to sug- gest that forgetting dates often leads one into difiicult-ies. iOf course he meant History datesJ!. Although there are several loud speakers. in the class, Patty Grim- mer's sneeze provides the static. We girls felt rather slighted this year when we lost our pl-ace in Mr. Scott's affections, but when we s-aw her, we realized that more of us could hope to vie with the atractions of Wilma Lou lBaby Scottl. We are still in doubt as to whet- her lvlr. Scott was inspired to beautify the grounds with tulips to match the brightness of this class or by contrast to renew his drooping spirits after the dulness of weary hours spent with us. But whatever his intentions, only we know what they meant to us. And as with satchel and shining f?J morning face, we creep like a snail, unwillingly to school, their bright and nodding heads inspired us with joy and freshness. The war touched us- very in- timately when our vice-principal, Mr. Taylor, was called to train other awkward squads. We re- gret his leaving but assured him of our continued good wishes for useful service and ia safe return - 'cmm

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THE BLAC-K AND GOLD BRASS lIHlllIlSClIHDllRClY by t M. TOWER History is being made at -a ter- rific pace these days and the map of Europe is changing over night, yet We feel that our class history has a bearing on World events. At first this may seem a ridicu- lous claim, yet when you multiply our group by the millions of class- es of young people in every nation of the world emerging to t-ake their place in the life of their country, one c-an catch a glimpse of the importance of our training and ideas. Our first. day in I-Iigh' School will, I am sure, forever linger in our minds, and when in our old age We sit and dream, that memory will be one of the dearest. For was it not one of the most impor- tant days of our lives-the begin- nlng, just as to-day signifies the ending, of an important ch-apter of our lives. When we ent-ered grade IX We were not in a position to appre- ciate Browning's quotations, The best is yet to be',, but as the years went by the awkwardness of grade IX p-assed into the gaiety of Grade X, and so on into the calm, grace and beauty of Grade XI. On first starting, our class num- bered twenty, but- some have fallen along the wayside like Weeds be- fore the tiller of the soil and the number has been reduced to half its original size. I As it seems to be a natural phenomenon, that We, as indivi- duals, prefer hearing the pleasant, humorous side of things rather than the sombre, I shall endeavor to paint for you a picture of our class with i.ts joys, jokes and pranks. But do not- for a moment think that we have not done any h-ard work, for this is by no means so, as anyone who has gone through Grade XI can well inform you. The Junlor constitution-al club grew up within the activities of the school. This is a group of serious people, learning to talk a great deal without saying anything and doing it according to par- liamentary procedure. Not only were we learning to conduct meet- ings according to the rules of parliament but we used our knowledge to plan the school parties and other social gatherings. One of the functions of a school is to take natural gifts and abili- ties and direct them into useful channels. There is no lack of talk in our class. Even the boys are known to give expression to their inmost thoughts at times. 'Mr. Taylor organized debates within the class -and the more polished and voluble were select- ed and ranged against the schol-

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THE BLACK AND GOLD lIl9IDllE5lIMllS ONE EVENING Oh! Grade X had a party They had it Friday nite And everyone's heart was merry And everyone's eyes were bright. Now at first the party was dull 'C-ause not all Gradepaltl were there So they invited in some friends And one of' these Was Blueberry'r' Now Blueberry he has an auto It is a Terrlaplane And it is just the nicest thing To go parking down the lane. 4 Before the party was over Before dawn began to break Blueberry took a bunch of friends' riding, And Billy went with Shorty. And Matilda Went With Johnny And Lucy Ann Went with Sparkez- This dear boy's eyes were dark at first But were soon to turn still darker. Perhaps you W.ll be thinking That the Blueberry lad Went alone But -angelic Ann Shirley Went along 'Tho just as chaperone. How long they stayed is a dark secret Where they went is still darker But things did certainly pop there If you doubt me, just ask Sparker. Billy held his darling Shorty In a corner snug and d-ark And until morn' began to break These two lovers did spark. Johnny in the front seat Admired Matilda's hair And the European situation Was discussed by Ann Shirley -and Blueberry. And folks in town did Wonder' How Sparker blacked his eyes -and cut his nose I guess they didn't notice The state of Marion's hair. People are still guessing And they'll guess a long time yet Tho' that nite and what did happen These friends Won't soon forget. SHIRLEY VANSTONE '41 OUR SCHOOL Sure a little pile of bricks Fell to earth one d-ay And settled on the bossom Of a l'ttle mound of clay. And when the trustees saw it., It looked so svyeet and fair, They s-aid, Why, lets torture children there. So they filled it up with desks Just t-o keep the kids still For that the only Way to torture anyone you want to kill. And they sprinkled it with teachers Just' to make it seem more cruel And their they posted up the sign. Dalhousie High School .