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

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E.H.S. YEAR BOOK 37 The Graduates, 1933 Two girls we have gained from the Separate School High. Suzanne we have noted, now Olga sails by; So pleasant in chatter, a velvety voice, For Olga Pisesky is quiet and choice. tsp Tom Pomphrey is working at massage and plumbing, He wipes a joint best when his brain is not humming; But sorry to say he used a pipe wrench To massage for lock-jaw, from speaking in French. And here’s Arthur Crockett, he’s quite out of place, He just stepped in here to show you his face; He’s eleven and not twelve but that’s quite all right, We grade all the stars by the power of their light. And now let us pause, Everett Rice stands alone, ’Tis bread that he wants, we give him a stone; The cupboard of study to him is quite bare Only bones of contention are Everett’s fare. George Robertson now has an eye for the task, You’ve only to tell him, he, only to ask; In Science and Maths, he cuts quite a figure, You fire him a question, he presses the trigger. Now Irene’s a girl with a strong Scottish strain, She’s Ross to the bone, it comes out in her brain; You speak against Burns, or rail against Scott, You cannot but Laud Her defiance so hot. Ruth Runnalls will tell you what makes up a diet Why loafers make bread, and need but to try it; Economies all of the Household kind, You bite it before you throw it behind.

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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.

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18 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 And some girls are calm as a cloud in the sky, And that’s just like Fanny, she’ll scarce blink her eye; A Shillabeer true with no tempest of soul, She’d quiet the Dipper if it clicked at the Pole. And Mary, like Fanny, is sweet as the rose, At home she is Short, ’tis there where she blows; Time withers our petals, we’ve lost our perfume, But Mary will ever continue to bloom. Then Simonson Cliff, a boy of rare parts, Makes omens for Almanacs, and sketches brain charts; He’s now on a trip to the Samoan Isle A prophet makes money, there’s profit in guile. Here’s Cecil called Simpson, diviner by trade, Can tell where there’s water, in valley or glade; We’ll hire him and willow, we have enough rain, He’ll test all the water that floats on the brain. Sure Betty’s the Rep. of our Room Twenty-One, Takes fees and gives orders, as it should be done; And now she is working on Income Tax sheets, The form is in creases, the tax is in pleats. When Skedanuk Charlie, looking for more, Like Oliver Twist, then two tens to a score; Turned up at the desk in quiet surmise He Kneaded the numbers, and that made them rise. Frank Skinner is skilled at the fiddle and bow, His up-strokes are fast, his down-strokes are slow; But what we don’t know is where Frank gets his skill The Orchestra boasts that his fiddle’s a thrill.