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

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THE BLACK AND GOLD from iailing off his sea-tai-ing yatch. Mr. Jamieson also had a secretary who I at once noticed was Helen Elsliger, who Was, busily engaged chewing gum while -applying make-up, and later I 'learned Mr. Jamieson had his prescript-ions filled at the corner drug store, which was owned and operated by Pharmacist Patty 2Grimmer, who sold everything from Helen? gum to footwear. The smudgy form of Donald Parker then appeared -and I was informefl that he was the owner of the new, large air field, but rather than rema'n dressed up he preferred, to tamper around with the machines. The remembrance of the Dal- housie Superior School then at- tracted me to enter into its halls and I found that Mr. Scott had still the position as principal. But now d d not have to teach, but had more time, for school supervision. Under Mr. Scott's guidance I perceived that Jean Sansom was teaching Grade IV and was having a task, trying her best to make it clear to Wilma Lou, Why one could not spell cat, K-at . Also Olive Secord was teach ng Grade XI Geometry, very pleased at finding that one of her class had gained the idea of Problem 34. Miss Martin and Miss Doucet, I learned were still teaching, but at the end of the term they were going to have a, trip around the World. Then, ,ras quickly assthis tr-ans- positfon appeared, it disappeared, leaying me gazing ahead with Wonderment. '

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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

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THE BLACK A-ND GOLD SCHOOL SONG fC0llllJOSBlI by Dlllliliil The colors of the school Old Black and Gold Let s aim to see the day We will diplomas hold To -all the Graduates We Wish the best And in the fuglije Vears We hope that you will be a ,fsreat success Three cheers for D. H. S. Our dear old school Vv e'Ve met our best friends t-here But some will leave us soon As its their last day here Let's say Good-bye D And if We meet again Remember thaf were from Dalhousie High- SCHOOL YELL filoniposerl bv D. Parkeri HLJ1, me - A. - JI. HI, JI, I-IIP D. H. S. D. H .S. RIP, RIP, RIP CANTA-TE-A-WA-WA CANTA-TE-A-TAR GO IT BOYS, G0 IT BOYS RAH, RAH, RAH D-A-L-H-O-U-S-I-E DALHOUSIE I ! !