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

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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.

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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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E.H.S. YEAR BOOK 33 The Graduates, 1933 Here’s Harry named Aubrey, or Aubrey named Harry, So speedy in Maths, that his triangles marry; An angular union, acute in advance, For Harry like Cupid, shoots just for Romance. And Hawkes, like the airman, flies up in defiance, He tail-spins through Latin, and banks round his Science; Sure Harold’s a rare flier, where’er studies flash, He’ll nose-dive through problems, and end in a crash. Here’s Bessie the plodder, turns back in her tracks, Makes up in her homework what in classroom she lacks; I see her still shining, a lone prairie star, Still plodding Life’s pathway, as the best of us are. Here’s Holmgren, called Ernie, a boy of good sense, He’ll share all his fun, if the fun be in tents; Subdued in the classroom, outside he’s a lion, Aggressive enough, to take any guy on. Just pause for a while, we see Horace Horne, Adept in persuasion as any yet born; School president he, a mover of motions, The pilot of Eastwood o’er high school’s dark oceans. Some boys are so eloquent, speaking by hands, And Howard’s a semaphore, just where he stands; By words of one syllable, language he saves, His comps, are in motions, his jokes come by waves. And now I am sure no tongue could refuse, To give all that is coming to dark Rita Hughes; So fair in her speech, in moderns so bright, She has one philosophy, find out what is right.