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

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1947 - 1948 31 GRADE NINE Dorothy is our clever miss. In Literature she excels, She reads and writes just like a whiz, But to Science she rebels. Charlotte is the quiet type, Does her work with all her might, Has that friendly kind of smile Which makes us happy all the while. He’s small and dark and such a tease, Victor razzes everyone he sees, In spite of this he’s always kind, And so we really do not mind. Vivian will our pilot be, She’ll fly o’er the heads of you and me, She’ll fly her plane among the clouds, And with her tricks she’ll draw crowds. Nieta, oh Nieta we love her sweet smile, School without her wouldn’t be worth¬ while, For gay is her laughter and pleasant her ways, And 100% in her spelling we praise. Ronald will our artist be, With Thompson he’ll keep company, With lots of brushes and canvas too, He’ll give the world a brighter view. Flora is a brilliant red-haired lass, She is really full of zeal, Her grade she’s very sure to pass, And to us she does appeal. A hefty lad with straight brown hair, For homework he really doesn’t care, Where there’s a softball thrown about, You’re sure to find Bill without doubt. Bobby with the sunny smile, Billy finds Science very worth while, No matter the weather, you’ll find them together, The Bickell twins are birds of a feather. Someday in an office you will see Marian excelling in stenography, She’ll charm her bosses, customers too With welcoming smile and kind adieu. A big dark lad from Flying Shot, A pretty girl he has always got, Ray comes to school because he must, When it’s over just watch his dust. Teddy, a handsome lad from Flying Shot, A pretty girl he has always got, Their names? That I’ll never tell, Just watch when he rings the bell. June the girl who is so swell, Always does her work so well, Likes to help when we’re in trouble, Always there right on the bubble. Bobby Gray is our scientist, He will not study unless we insist, But Bob will someday shock everyone. And become our modern Edison. To join the Navy and sing to a gal, Are the noble ambitions of Guy our pal, At homework he does not do so well, But at photography and dating he will excel. Sidney is our dreamer, He builds castles in the air, But without him at the back of the room The place would be quite bare. Riding is her specialty, She loves to ride a bike. Phyllis is her name to us, Her motto “Succeed I Must.” The smallest girl of our class, Is Irene Davidson the cutest lass, Works and plays throughout the day, For a doctor she’ll be okay. When you breathe, you inspire; When you don’t breathe, you expire.

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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.

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32 G. P. H. S. Then we have a lad named Glen, Who tries to study now and then, He loves to hunt or drive a truck, We wish him now the best of luck. We’ve a blonde named Evelyn, With her ambition she’s sure to win, With curling, singing, softball too, She always has a lot to do. Ronald Neufeld, baseball shark, Always ready for a lark, Blonde and handsome, fond of singing, Oh, if he’d only do some studying. Softball, singing, sewing, too, Rosanna, you shine in whatever you do, Mathematics or English grammar, But we like you best for your friendly manner. We have a stenographer in our class, “Yes sir, No sir,” tap, tap, tap, In a year or so she’ll be doing that, Loraine, who is our typing lass. Monica is tall and slim, She’s really full of vigor and vim, She’s fond of sports and dancing too, And to be a doctor is her view. Dorman Ditch, we wish you well, We like you for your friendly smile, G.P.H.S. lasses are really swell, Why not choose one once in a while? Stephen Sharpe —ambitious lad, A politician is going to be. And he will make us feel quite sad, Because we’ve shirked responsibility. Gerald Manly shines in Math. To him we will take off our hat, He will be sure to reach the top, For he works away without a stop. Quintin is our handsome lad, He’s shy and quiet but lots of fun, He’ll be a surveyor, that’s no fooling, And the Northland he will soon be ruling. Margaret is a girl we like, Always smiling to our delight, Likes her Math and English too, Is sure to succeed in whatever she’ll do. Frank, our scientist so bright, Always gets his answers right, His averages are always high, Ah me, this surely makes us sigh. Clarice Melsness is our Grade 9 genius, We will miss her when she leaves us, She works and plays with might and main, To be a doctor is her aim. We’ve a budding artist in our Grade IX, Who new beauty in pictures and poetry doth find, Gloria Watson is her name, We’ll be sure to see her in the hall of fame. Which Are You? The bones in the body Are two hundred or more But for sorting out people We need only four. Wish-bone people: They hope for, and long for, They wish for and sigh; They want things to come, but Aren’t willing to try. Funny-bone people: They laugh, grin and giggle, Smile, twinkle the eye; If work is a joke, sure, They’ll give it a try. Jaw-bone people: They scold, jaw and sputter They froth, rave and cry; They’re long on talk, but They’re short on the try. Back-bone people: They strike from the shoulder, They never say die; They’re winners in life, for They know how to try. —Baney Coan in Exchange.