Eastwood High School - Gazette Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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E. H. S. YEAR BOOK 27 THE BIG EVENT OF THE SEASON On May 13, at Highlands School, the class of ’33 was launched, formal¬ ly and socially, in the major event of the school year—the Graduation dance. The dance was the usual success, and the expectations of all were completely fulfilled. Great credit is due the organizers, the Grade Twelve Executive, Mr. W. Walker, Miss E. Giles, Miss J. Sheldon, Miss M. Nelson and Mr. B. White. Miss M. Cato, the class adviser, can also feel justly proud of her proteges. Music was supplied by A). Preston, who was at his scintillating best. The combination of a good floor and a sweet orchestra made dancing not only easy but enjoyable. The decorations, done by a committee headed by Miss J. Sheldon, were in the school colors, Royal Blue and Old Gold. The effect was modernistic, with all harshness removed by a few deft, frivolously femi¬ nine touches. The lights, softened by the well-balanced decorations, shed a halo of radiance, which transfigured even that plain little girl who used to sit opposite us in Latin. The bulk of the old Grads in town at the time attended. Many acquaintances, who had not met since the year before, talked over the desperate deeds they had done in the meantime. Several—let this be whispered—several boy and girl romances were picked up again, to the positive knowledge of a privileged few. Yes, the dance was a great success. Mr. Douglas (angrily) : I’ll teach you to kiss my daughter. Jim Alexander: Too late, sir, I’ve learned already. Pome—Thirsty days are September, April, June and November, All the the rest are thirsty, too, Unless you make your own home brew.

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OUR TEACHING STAFF IN THE YEAR 18 ? The key to these infant pictures of our teachers will be found on Page 61.

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28 EASTWOOD HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL THE9 GRADUATE, HL 9 3 £$ Our Harry is modern, but Abram is old, Though certainly not Jewish, he Brews for a cold; Invention his forte, you’ll hear of him soon: He broadcasts a green cheese, made out of the moon. Ambrosey is here, Nick’s sure out for fame, For Heaven you’ll find pronounced in his name; When travelling down north, you’ll get your car’s ration, For Nick is in charge of a Gas Service Station. Now Curly P. Anderson, skilful in Art Paints Pussies on China, and Pups that look smart; She’s good with the color, makes rainbows anew, And Iris is jealous of Curly’s deep blue. What puzzles us all, is when Arksey goes home, For Graydon ne’er does as the Romans in Rome; He’s always a-reading a note or a book, His coat on the hanger, his cap on the hook. George Audley could TOl you why Dudley’s his name, ’Tis easier to sly, and means just the same; Now George has a habit of smiling in class, Fie tries it at home in Ma’s looking glass. Jack Bailey, well what shall we write about him, A born actor in Maths, just ask Mr. Sim; On the stage he is natural, a Jack full of fun, The audience will laugh, ere the play has begun.