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

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E.H.S. YEAR BOOK 31 The Graduates, 1933 Here’s Eleanor grim, a Black Douglas to boot. No raider as yet, unless ‘marks’ are called loot; One scans the horizon, her cloudland is fair, No thunder or hail disturbs her calm air. And Dorothy Earner, well, she’s a surprise, We’ve big ones, and small ones, and some middle size; But she is so small, microscopic almost, You look for her there, she’s vanished—a ghost. Good Evans, Augusta has found her a place, Escaped from the temples where Rome ruled the race; Atavism sure has been playing its pranks, For all such good freaks we give her our thanks. Were Phyllis a noun we’d decline her with pain, A third in declension, whose endings in brain; But Faltinson Phyllis takes Latin like ice, It melts in the mouth and runs out at the eyes. Kathleen is mechanic, advantage her rple, You cannot gainsay that she moves to her goal; You cannot decline her as Fulcra or crum. She moves with the long arm, there’s power in her thumb. Some ladies take on the effects of theiij learning, I f Love be the theme, you’ll find therp all yearning; But Sadie’s detached from the faults of her age, Like the true Gibson girl, she’s herself on the stage. Now Bruce is a boy, so quiet in speech. You’d think him an echo, a voice out of reach; The reflection is pleasant, attractive and clear, It must be his Muse that strikes on our ear.

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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.

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32 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 But now veil your eyes, or look sideways, or glance, For Edna is deadly, she’ll kill like the lance; When her eyes are but brimming, o’erflowing with smiles, You see the Glee President, you know Edna Giles. Here’s Norman the Sa xon, of true British fame, He’s boss of the Year Book, and Grant is his name; Confiding in whispers the tales of his youth, The world is to him just a two-by-four booth. Were Morris a bit bigger, an inch or two say, A little less wiser, a little more gay; He’d not be the monster who spears a high mark, Who reads in the daytime, and thinks in the dark. Where’s Caroline Graham who demonstrates cooking, Who makes a mince pie or a cake without looking; She ices the cakes with moonbeams and frost, Her doughnuts are holeless, the recipe’s lost. Earl Gray is a mixture, he’s red on the top, King Rufus they call him, so fiery a mop; He smiles at our nonsense, a genial soft laugh, He has all his wits, ’tis we have but half. King Arthur had said, he’d return from the isle, When the years had gone round on the Camelot dial; He’s now back in Hall, we’re sure it’s no fable, He’s framed his whole course in a modern Round Table.