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

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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.

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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 015355 TWIBUTDIQGU Exam nations! How wearisome! Nas, my preparation throughout the year had I fear been insuffi' cient to weather the test of pass- ing. Flatigued, I pushed back mY books, arose from my desk, my hlad reeling from last minute ef- forts to master the intricacies of Geometry. Suddenly the realiza- t on came to me that a breath of fresh air might be the very tonic to clear my befuddled br-ain. In a moment I was wending my way up the hill, which overlooks our fair Dalhousie Town. Soon I had reached my favorite perch atop the mixing plant, where I have been want to seek solitude on similar occasions. CP.S. There was nobody with me.l The night was beautiful. The stars twinkled overhead like sparkling gems, -and t-he moon cast a mellow glow o'er all the countryside. In the distance I could hear the bull frogs, b-ack in Harqug1il's Pond, chunking out their evening seranade and still farther afield the plaintive moos of Miller's cows. As I m-arvelled on the beauties of the night and nature's music, a very miracle was wrought be- fore my eyes, 'a transposition of time. BeforeA me lay the Dal- housie of 1950, There I was wandering along William Street, looking for fam- .l ar faces and scenes, apparently -aft-er a long absence. Walking slowly up the street, a rather familiar form attracted my attention, and I realisedywith a start, that it was none other than Blakey O'Brien. In one res-- pect I found he had not changed a bit, that is, in the factor of eating, for lo and behold he car- ried instead of the clistomary one lunch basket, two. He was now an Engineer of the Intern-ational Paper Mill, due for the four o'cloc.k shift. From Blake, I learned that- the Mayor of the,town was Ernest' MacKay. My intention was to surprise him, but on opening his office door, in the Town Hall, I surprise awaited upright on the pieces of leather ed revealed the of Ernest, they feet, me, for standing desk were two which when part- corpulent figure were really his My ne-xt visit brought me to the neat o-ffice of James Jamieson, a very distinguished doctor. The little spotless nurse, who worked patiently with him was none other than our Margie Tower, who was busily giving instructions to Captain Robert Morris, about the cold, which he had contracted