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

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E. H. S. YEAR BOOK 29 The Graduates, 1933 Kay Banford can sing about Wood Nymphs in cradles, And tell how they serve their wood soup without ladles; And now she is broadcasting a song about pearls, They call her the Rosary of Radio girls. jP t ' •r What doesn’t our Gordie know about books, He hangs his ideas on aluminum hooks; But Bell rings his changes, he knows a true tone, Aluminum rings like a Bell Telephone. And Blott is a student, keeps close to his book. No feminine eyelash will cause him to look; In problems he’s perfect, has done quite a lot, But so far has failed at the Gordonian Knot. Here’s Isobel Bond, a lady sublime, She’s Dizzy to some, if you dance all the time; You’ll find her quite busy when the sun goes to rest. She’s teaching a school away in the West. Now Furley’s a mixer, just one of the Boyes, You’ll find him around just where there is nois e; He came to us late, but that’s just like Furley, The worm that will turn, should not get out early. John Bracko’s a smith shop, he mends and he tinkers, Makes old cars from bolts, and horses from blinkers; Can turn an old screw, and fashion a nut, Can make a good fiddle from an old bit of gut. Now Robert is Bob, and his last name is Cain, He knows how to study and learn without pain; He’s short for his size, and small for his height, A number twelve voice when it comes to a fight.

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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.

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30 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 With pain we must write it, but Steffie Chaban Just mixes her subjects as no other can; You find her in Art getting triangles to fit, And studying Science when the lesson is Lit. Here’s Heino forsooth, travelling round on a gleam, The world is not real, to him ’tis a dream; For Christensen roams through a subject or two, And pecks at a fact as chickens will do. Mac Colville’s a skater, he plays with the puck, He’ll make a good Pro., if he has any luck; Meanwhile he is sound, a most likeable lad, In Hockey he’s perfect, in study, not bad. up James Craig is a lad, a mechanic by choice, He’ll give your old Ford a limousine voice; But what he can’t do is to fix a loose tie, He looks so dejected when ladies go by. True blondes we have few in the hall or in class, So Ruth gets the prize, a Cryderman lass; She plays an old fiddle, and toys with the beau, At orchestra work, she is good, as you know. We think it is summer when roses are here, But Rose Danilowich remains all the year; No use to treat Rose with contempt or with scorn, With all her sweet petals, she has a sharp thorn. Now Gladys or glad eyes, it means just the same, Has left off her teaching to play a new game; And when Gladys Dickson appears to be rapt, The teacher just feels he’s going to be strapped.