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

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E.H.S. YEAR BOOK 35 The Graduates, 1933 Now Frances Pattullo, serene and demure, Sings daily for pastime, a voice sweet and pure; She’ll weather Depressions, and longer than that, She sings in the Glee Club, and never sings flat. Up Goliath the Philistine, Olson for short, Has made a fly-swatter, fly swatting’s his sport; He got it from David, who made him a sling, He scores on the fly, but not on the wing. up Now Blodwen named Morris, she’s Welsh to the bone, Ac I fi, she’s A Briton, her Accents her own; She likes Lloyd and Llan gollen, Llewellyn and Gwynne, For there’s ‘L’ in her speech, she wears her words thin. Here’s Catherine Morgan, most comfortable girl, Would quiet a cyclone, or any big swirl; So even in temper, we think she would make The frantic grow calm, in any earthquake. And David the Second now skates into ken, He’s good with the puck as the Eskimo men; Moran has a liking for honey and cheese, We see him a farmer, with cattle and bees. And Ken is another, A Mitchell that’s squared. Has parts that would make a North British laird; His accent alone is not unlike plaid, When he comes in the room, you think there’s a raid. Jack Mitchell is shy, but has plenty of sand, His knowledge will grow if you feed him by hand; We think there’s a place in Post Office employ, He’d make a good sorter, knows gold from alloy.

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34 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 Suzanne comes to us from the Separate High, Wc like her French accent, it suits her bright eye; On the tick of the bell she enters the room, We’re sure she’ll be late on the last day of Doom. We know that our Dorothy, good little soul, Just swims in curricula, side-strokes to her goal; She knows what she’s after, the Knights always do. We paddle in circles, blow bubbles, and chew. This is Stanley the stalwart, impossible name Of Krezanoski, it amounts to the same; He’s keen on the papers, collects them when through, And sifts all the matter, the false from the true. When Lambertson marched into Room Twenty-two, He stole as a Ray from out the deep blue; We put him through prisms to find out his tints, No yellow we found, not even a wince. up Now look at our Clara, she sits in the front ’Neath the eye of the teacher, hears his groan and his grunt; Now she straps the young rascals who go to her school. Laskiwski her pen-name, you spell it by rule. Now Jo is the third in a series of three, Quadratic in kind, a square that suits me; Deep blue in her eye, far deeper the glance, Jo Leslie has vowed to beat Ignorance. Alone on the prairie where men are just men, There’s Betty Lloyd-Jones, in a Post Office den; Sells stamps and takes letters, seals bags with red wax, She’s a tactful young lady, her mail is in sacks.

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36 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 McArthur the bold, the brawny and bluff, An earl by his nature, and name sure enough; He levels an axe at the falsehood and lie, No crook need appear, if Earl is just nigh. And Edith MacArthur, well, what shall we say, She speaks and she speaks, without an allay; Continuous throbbing, like vibrating wool, A movement of Dawn, when the night has been cool. When Ivor was little, no cradle would fit him, And now he is grown, no boxer can hit him; Sure Hughes is a good one, so tall, and yet brainy, He prophesies weather, by Charles’ Wa Ne. Fair Edith MacQuarrie from Room Twenty-One, Just struggles in Spring for a place in the sun; She believes it is thought that a blind is a ban, But ’tis color she wants, the color of tan. Our readers must tire of this ill-fitting rhyme, But Edna will show you a theme more sublime; Just look at the lines of her school-loving face, The Madsen that gleams, sure it’s fun you can trace. And Matwichuk boasts of the first name of Mike, He thinks of his studies as just a long hike; By chemistry paths, and Physics-Two Road, He carries his studies as one does a load. Two Davids we own on our Eastwood High books, Both slingers of fame and wielders of crooks; McKill is the smaller, he tunes the sheep bell, And trains the young lambs to bleat in the dell.