Forest District High School - Aurea Vincula Yearbook (Forest, Ontario Canada)

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NISM, NOT AS BIG AS OUR HAND, MAKES US JUMP WHEN WE HEAR ITS RING, OUR HEART THROB WHEN WE SEE THE POSITION OF ITS HANDS. Maybe slavery has been abolished. However, we STILL HAVE A VERY STIFF MASTER, WITH A JOLLY ROUND FACE, WHO IS SUCH A VERY PERSISTANT FELLOW THAT WE NOT ICE HIM OFTEN EVE RY DAY, SO THAT WE WILL AL- WAYS BE ON TIME. (by Jean Fleming) Mr. Thiers: repeat to me the words THAT JOHN JUST WHISPERED TO YOU. Frank: I ' d rather not. They were NOT FIT WORDS TO TELL A GENTLEMEN. Mr. Thiers: Then go into the office AND TELL THEM TO Mr. STEPHENS. PARSON: OO YOU KNOW WHERE LITTLE BOYS GO WHEN THEY SMOKE? Tub Turnbull: Yep, up the alley. Mr. Trusler: John M. , conjugate the VERB TO LAUGH . JOHN M: JE SMILE, TU GIGGLE, IL LAUGH, NOUS ROARONS, VOUS SPLITEZ, ILS BURSTENT. - DAFFY N I T I ONS - Chiropractor- Guy who gets paid for WHAT ANY OTHER GUY WOULD GET SLAPPED FOR. Algebra- The wife of Euclid. Miss Boa: Pat, who said out damned spot ' . Pat B: Fraser Brothers ' Cleaners. LOVE: IS ONE GAME NOT POSTPONED BECAUSE of darkness. Eke ' s Plaintive Wail Even my best friend wouldn ' t tell me SO I F A 1 LED J

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OUR BONDAGE TO CLOCKS What was that tremendous roar? At first, it SOUNDED LIKE A CHILD ' S WHISTLE BUT NOW IT BROADEN- ED INTO A TERRIFYING SHRIEK. I SHRANK BACK BEHIND A HILL OF DRESDEN PLATE QUILTS. At LAST THE ROAR SUBDUED AND I PEEKED OUT, WITH ONLY HELMET SHOWING, ON A CLOTHES-STRE WN BATTLEFIELD. THERE, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCENE, SAT THE CLOCK, The room was quiet. I glared at the ashamed VICTIM, WHO HAD BOTH HANDS OVER ITS FACE, ONE POINTING AT SEVEN, THE OTHER AT TWELVE. BECAUSE OF THE POSITION OF THOSE HANDS, I KNEW I MUST GET UP AND BEGIN A VERY BUSY DAY. After my usual morning routine,! glanced at my WATCH AND FOUND IT SAID EXACTLY EIGHT O ' CLOCK. ONE LOOK OUT THE FRONT WINDOW PROVED THE TINY MACHINE TO BE RIGHT. THE DREADFUL SHRIEK OF BRAKES PIERCED MY EARS. I RAN. THE BUS DRIVER SMILED AS I TUM- BLED ON, BOOKS FLYING AND TEMPER RISING. The school seemed to leap into view. It remind ED ME OF A CLOUD, ON A BRIGHT, SUNNY DAY, SHYLY SLIPPING IN FRONT OF THE SUN. This was the day our book reports were due Would English Class ever end? I glanced at my WATCH AND I WAS SURE THE HANDS WERE NOT MOVING. I BELIEVE IT WAS TRYING TO GET EVEN WITH ME FOR NOT WINDING IT YESTERDAY. I WOULD NEVER FORGET AGAIN. When the noon hour came, those hands on the post- office CLOCK SEEMED TO FLY. THE VERY NUMBERS SEEM- ED to say, Don ' t be late. ' Don ' t be late: School was over for the day, and I saw, in my MIND AN EXCITING EVENING IN LONDON, THE WAVE IN MY HAIR REFUSED TO LOOK Rl GHT AND I HAD MY SHOES TO SHINE. The smiling clock seemed to laugh at me, WHEN I NOTICED IT WAS SEVEN O ' CLOCK AND I DIDN’T HAVE ABIT MORE TIME. The evening was over. I crept in quietly, s ' hoes IN HAND AND FINGERS CROSSED. AS I REACHED THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, THERE SAT THE CLOCK TRY I NG TO ATTRACT Mother ' s attention. The next morning I learned the CLOCK WAS VICTORIOUS. As I WALKED INTO MY OWN ROOM, AND GLANCED AT MY OWN LITTLE CLOCK, I BEGAN TO REALIZE HOW SMALL WE REALLY ARE. TO TH I NK , A T I NY ORNAMENT WITH A MECHA-

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THE CULPRIT (9Y CAROL FERGUSON) Small, but oh so BraveJ The bravest little bird l know, I ' M SURE THAT YOU ' LL AGREE, He comes with Winter ' s cold and snow; Yes, Winter is the time for him, That ' s why he seems so brave; Each Winter will bring joy again As DOES A WARM SPRING WAVE. HE ' S UP AND DOWN EACH SNOW-CLAD TREE, And simply need still, Doing his work so cheerfully He sings his merry trill. And how this inspiration came? ' Twas mot by thought or word, On ME, I pray, don ' t lay the blame, But on this little bird. THE SACRIFICE (by LOUISE WOODS) Why all this waste? They asked, when she Did tenderly anoint Him with perfume. LET HER ALONE-- She sacrificed for me, Again we hear, Why all this waste? Why must our boys POUR FROM LIFE ' S PITCHERS, THEIR OWN BLOOD TO SATISFY Those whose hearts are filled With greed and hate? They sacrifice that we might live, Might keep our freedom And democracy, But we must keep our bargain, too, Must hope for, pray for, and love, Those who hate our ways and us. Then this shall not be waste.