Grand Prairie High School - Yearbook (Grand Prairie, Alberta Canada)

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1947 - 1948 G R A I) E X Eileen Baliski, you will find, is a good example of the athletic kind. Duncan, to Ted’ disgust does say, “I think it should be the other way.” Esser Blom is quite the type, answering English, he’s always right. Sheila Burgess tall and slim, is always neat and very trim. Faye est petite and jolie, and is our fashion dolli. Jack Freebury, to our surprise, made a record jump with a five foot rise. Dawn Gunby does not shirk, she gets along well with her work. Jerry Gunby is as smart as a whip, as for honor pins he’s well equipped. Meryl Happy is the balancing type, and for Physical Ed. she does all right. Billy Hoag with his humorous wiles, causes Mr. Meen’s smirky smiles. Bab is wee but mighty full of life, lots of fun, the sportsman’s type. Dorothy Hockey, there is no doubt; is out with Benny when she is out. Dorothy Johnson, the teasing type; is quite the girl when it comes to fight. Ruth Leggatt with her beautiful smiles can attract the boys, for a half a mile. (Especially J.W.) Betty Lock is short and thin; with wavy hair and a nice big grin. Dina White is a studious one; she always has her homework done. Margaret Wilson is slim and dark; She to many a heart is a spark. Evelyn Rose, telling no lies; is often seen making eyes. Sophie McBryan will never shirk; she always studies and does her work. Judy Moe enjoys her life; she will never make her work a strife. Joyce Marcy, we all must stress, down in room two is the dictatoress. Joe Lowe from a way out East; His looks aren’t of his attributes the least. Jimmy Henning is long and thin; one of his charms is his frequent grin. Rheta Bode can always win; even when it comes to an honor pin. Melvin Longson is pulling through; even with ten summaries to do. Rosemary Somerville can be heard and found; as long as Rosemary is around. Mona Thomas is quite a gal; She does her homework and does it well. Frank Turner, with a sophisticated air; answers Mr. Meen’s questions by saying (spare.) Ian Morrison likes to tease; especially Bill he tries to displease. TRAIN No. 10 “Train No. 10 leaving on track No. 1. Destination . .. Holidays, Jobs, Grade Eleven, and intermediate points. All aboard!’ Most of the faces have taken their places, When the train gets ready to go. But down by the station in grim desperation, A few are pleading to go. Roy, Garry, and Ray V. are trying to see If they can go on to “Eleven.” Mr. Kujath says, “Nay, you’d better stay, Grade ten again would be heaven.”

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G. P. H. S. 2S Dear Friend: Room 1001, York Hotel, Grande Prairie, June, 1958. I am spending my holidays in Grande Prairie, where we went to High School together ten years ago. I have met several of our fellow students who are well on the road to success. Of first interest are the grads of the 1948 class. On my ride up from Edmonton on the plane I was made comfortable by Air- Hostess Conley. She took her training in Edmonton and has since been all over the world. At the Air Port I hailed a taxi and who should be driving but Alan. He drove me down Richmond Avenue to show me the stores and business places which have gone up since I have last been in the city. First, there is the Littleton International Harvester Co. on the corner opposite C.F.G.P. Apparently Bobby has the whole country Internationalized. On the other side of C.F.G.P. (where incidentally Paddy is head electrician) is a big garage owned and operated by John Bishop. Further down the street is the Toews Paint and Woodworkshop run by Deane himself. Finally I arrived at the ten-story York Hotel. After I had obtained a room and had tidied up, I went down to the spacious dining room for dinner. There I met Agnes, who is secretary for the hotel. She told me that Lorane was secretary for Mr. Ross in his large, new store. Also she said I would see some of my friends if I went to the New High School-which had been built the year after we left. At 1:15 I set out for the school. On the way I caught up with Nancy, who teaches grade nine and Joyce who teaches grade ten. They both enjoy it and say the new principal is the best since Mr. Kujath. He is Lawrence Burgess and apparently is a wonderful biology teacher too. When we reached the school I found that Dennis is the grade eleven teacher and Hope teaches French, Spanish and Latin. (She has been abroad until last year.) In the music room at the beautiful grand piano was Margaret, helping some students practise for the festival. She seems to fit into Mrs. O’Brien’s job as capably as did Mrs. O’Brien. When the bell rang I left the pleasant atmosphere of the school to wander around the much changed former town, which has grown up to be an important city. Als I passed by the R.C.M.P. barracks who should I see but Constable R. R. Gouchey, mowing the lawn. He was trying to keep it as nice as it was kept when we went to school here. Continuing along the street I saw signs reading “Vote for Powell” and “Vot for Carmichael.” All of a sudden it dawned on me that our country was being run by the younger generation as we were called ten years ago. I went back to the hotel and this time the manager was behind the desk. To my surprise it was Howard. He purchased the York five years ago and enlarged it considerably. Talking over old friends with him, he told me that Rudy was making a big name for himself with his National Rugby Team. I must close now as I have an appointment with the dentist, who is, incidently. Dr. Cameron Lee. Sincerely, Joan Watts.

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30 G. P. H. S. “Think of the French and Geometry, Chem, and Trigonometry, That Johnny and John’ll be perusing, While Lindsay and Sherk are doing homework, You can stay in grade ten again snoozing.” With a lurch and a heave the train starts to leave The days of Grade Ten and its glory. Clairmont draws near, and Emil is dear To Nina’s heart, . . . her love story. Back in the smoker a cute little joker Is telling Ray H. how it’s costin’ (Lawrence) To keep Joyce Marcy in clothes, And how Grande Prairie water runs his Austin. A figure matronly sedately, sits aloofly and hatefully Eyeing the Johnny-Becky-Barbara triangle, Kay’s through with men and says “Never again,” And, “All young men from a noose should dangle.” Edith Henry orders pie, and then with a sigh Gather the crumbs and gives them to “Birdseed.” Evelyn Small and Vern Crummy (how did they get chummy?) Well, all I say is, you can’t beat Evelyn for speed. Chatting gaily to a boy and acting very coy, Dody, (the “chatting” she learned from her mother) As Wilma’s wining and dining her arm’s interwining With the boy’s, and she adds “Treat me as a brother.” As happy as a hearse (he could’ve been worse) ’Cause the book being ripped by the drip Is Don’s way of determining his Algebra mark. “Mr. Ritchie loves me, ‘Rip,’ Mr. Ritchie loves me not.” Keith Johnson, his feet up high on the seat, Deeply dreaming in the cushions already Of a pooch he once owned — and the Name of the dog in the dream was — Teddy! He was cruel to the hound, when he’d beat and he’d pound. (Here Keith wept, as he remembered its privation) Because he fed him on English and Physical Ed. But what laid him dead ? a Social examination. Donna’s heart is a song as the train rolls along, She’s the BOYsterous girl with lots of MENtality. But there’s something at hand they don’t understand. How does she say “NO-o-o” without much finality? The train fastly flees through the grain fields and trees, The little stations are milestones ahead. And we were so glad when the journey began, But maybe we’ll want a round-trip ticket instead.