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

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E.H.S. YEAR BOOK 39 The Graduates, 1933 ’Tis rare chat we have a school-boy de luxe. But Skinner shows taste in the candy he sucks; For Lawrence can flavor the poem he reads Give Lit. an aroma, and work while he feeds. Here’s Betty the buxom, a singer of glees, As bright as the sunrise, profound as you please; She’ll tune up the nightingale’s tongue to the lyre And light your best incense with Promethean fire. A Smith we have here of orchestra fame, No Irishman he, though Emerald by name; For Eastwood he charms, as once in old time The cow was inspired, so says the old rhyme. John Sollanych runs a mixed farm near Mundarc, He breeds the best cattle you see at the Fair; A patent for milking, he’s made from a drill, The cows all prefer it, it gives such a thrill. George Springham comes now, no salesman with patter. So cool in the head, his teeth sometimes chatter; A lad of good sense, and strong in control, He burrows through Knowledge, and makes a big hole. And Isabel rises with care on her brow, No wrinkles for problems that one would allow; For Isabel Stanley, refined in her taste, Finds sugar gone up, no sweetness to waste. Here’s Margaret called Storie, she’s known by her voice A pleasant soprano, her top notes are choice; You’ll hear of her later in Festival time The warmth of her music, the Spring of her rhyme.

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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.

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im 40 E.H.S. YEAR BOOK The Graduates, 1933 When Tanton first came to Eastwood for study He thought all the pathways of Knowledge were muddy; Like Shakespeare he found there’s more Knowledge in brooks, The better instruction is outside of books. And what shall we say of a girl that is small, Concealed in the classroom, and hidden in hall; Yet Olga Terplawy, minute though she be, Enjoys her horizons beyond you and me. And Frances finds pleasure where all others fail For our Frances Urquhart sees all the detail; The by-products of study just tickle her humour. The aura of sulphides, the passing of rumour. There is thought in the skater, and skill in the speed, The union of Knowledge and skill that we need; And Walker has both, he’s puckish we think, In motions and notions, he’s Knight of the Rink. Here’s Janet K. Watson, the best from the braes, All fired with the fervor of ballads and lays; As wholesome a lass, as Sir Walter might find, As fair as his Ellen, his Margaret, as kind. Lill Watson plays best at the difficult game, She likes the rough knocks, the fun’s all the same; We see her a nurse, a doctor’s right hand, She’s practising now in old Samarcand. And here’s Doris Watt as pleasant a lass As ever took physics in physics two class; The world is a place where many may study, But Doris intends her cheeks to be ruddy.