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

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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 .

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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 BLACK AND GOLD llDlDllE5llMllS GRADE XI GIRLS First of 'all we have Jean West, She has a few curves and does her best. Next we have Marjorie Faye She is really cute and makes the boys sway. Look! it is Robert Taylor But as a lover, he is a .... ? Next, We come to Blake Greene He hasn't d-1np1es, but has a queen. Sure we have Ernest Gable, And as a flirt, is he able! We have cute little Patty Raye We don't know about the ...... But she has her way. GRADE I've heard of hens that cackle I've heard of d-ames that chat But to gossip about things that are not theirs You can't beat our girls at that. They comment on the fashions And anything that's new And we also have Olive Le Mare Who lounges around on a nice sand bar. And almost. l-ast we have Donald Baker He sings a little but is a faker. But we mustn't forget Irene Harvey, She is fat and doesn't look starvey And last of all we have Jimmy Jones He su't a doctor but knows his bones. So you see what a Grade XI we have Some are good and some better. X GIRLS They find recomplementary facts About he, or I or you. They wear their tongues from talking And never take a rest And they're so use to gabbing That they resemble the figure of May West.