Isaac Newton High School - Newtonian Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Liela Kasper—Always has something to say. Elsie Morowicki—The petite individual who is seldom heard. Dorothy Stefanyshyn—Ever taste her fudge? Wow! What a cook. Adeline Zebrasky—Quiet, but fun to have around. Audrey Leibrecht — The girl with the peaches and cream complexion. Teena Natalona—Tiny, dark and silent. Eileen Brunn — Unfortunate when it comes to catching buses. Lorraine Trinkle—Has a smile on her face for everybody. Loretta Skabar—Fun to have around always. Olga Shafirka—A swell kid and liked by all. Nettie Bakuska—A cute lass who gets many a loss. Norma Lewicki—The leading “Ruth” of our talented room. ROOM 9 (Continued from page 34) Lorraine Kropp—The girl with all the brains. Ivy McFarlane—Always in a quandary about her love affairs. Virginia Melnychuck — Always in a daze. Wonder why? Sophie Monjeskie — The reason why teachers go grey. Anne Nykoluk—Good kid, laughs at all things. Victoria Nykoluk—A quiet gal, but a good friend of all. Margaret Petrush — Spends her part time in school. Irene Scholl—A cute redhead who’s al¬ ways “Bobing” around. Anne Sech—Innocent flower, at certain times. Vera Serafin—Always hunting for a new man. Olga Soltyki—(Saga). Thinks a certain Klassen man is terrific. Jean Strogas—Has terrific curves . . . in bowling that is. Eleanor Wachtler—Quiet in school, but outside, boy, oh, boy! Olive Wanscaz—A little jiving bumble bee! Anne Zacharkiw—The girl who’s al¬ ways looking into the mirror. Evelyn Rosnyk—Her own main interest is basketball, or is it the coach? Mary Prytula — Our tall and terrific speed typist. Janet Carter—(Jan), a dark lass who’s always talking or dancing. ROOM 11 (Continued from page 35) Adolph Kukulowicz — Lone hockey player of our class (our icy hope). Elsie Lotocki ■— Believes “the dimmer the porch-light, the greater the scan¬ dal power.” Alf Leonard — Tall, blonde, cute and athletic. (Don’t rush, girls). Olga Leitch — Thinks she knows her “props.” (She can dream can’t she?) Jenny Olesky—A brunette who desires to become a “lap-lander.” Ona Olynyk—Crazy over algebra (and we do mean crazy). Teddy Petrie — Talks and gets a lot done. Vicky Plawiak — Resembles cake — sweet as icing—full of nuts. Paul Rapinchuk—Secretary—but still a hopeless case. John Sharby — A sparkling-eyed boy who listens attentively to nothing. Elsie Samila—Sings “I’m looking over a he-man’s shoulder.” Agnes Skibinski — The girl who’s in everything (we do mean everything). Phyllis Slobodian—Can she dance! Oh, is that what she’s doing? Carol Sokoloski—Forms a click with a few other clucks. Jeanette Sovinski—Indeed a jewel — (not shortening). Sylvia Stark—Interest focussed on the opposite sex instead of algebra. Lillian Starin—-“They always talk whc never think.” Ron Woloski—Knows all about mag¬ netism—attracts girls. Jenny Wilk—Comes to school early to get the mirror first. He held her close as the music drifted into a dreamy waltz. Allan S.: “Doesn’t this dance just make you long for another?” Kris. M.: “Yes, but he couldn’t come tonight.” Newtonian 67

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cMuman. It was Saturday morning, Mr. Gresham had overslept and woke up with a start to the clanking of cans down the street. He remembered that ' the garbage had not been put out, and raced down to the front door, struggling into a robe with his hair ruffled and looking rather sleepy-eyed. “Hey, there,” he called. “Am I too late for the garbage?” “No,” shouted Dick H., the collector, “jump right in.” It is rumored that Mr. Robson once said at 9.05 as Ken B. appeared: “Late again!” To which Ken remarked: “Are you, sir? So am I.” Risking the perils of death, Gabbro had rescued the fair maiden (Vi) and now he was holding her in his arms. “Listen, big boy,” she said. “You’re not holding me for ransom are you?” “Not me!” replied Gabbro. “Let Ran¬ som get his own women.” A1 H.’s father: “And there, my son, you have the story of your dad in the great World War II.” A1 H.: “Yes, daddy, but why did they need all those other soldiers?” There is usually only one reason why a man buys, but with a woman it may be any one of eight: 1. Because her husband says she can’t have it. 2. It will make her look thin. 3. It came from Paris. 4. Her neighbors can’t afford it. 5. Nobody else has one. 6. Everyone else has one. 7. It’s different. 8. Because. Bill Senyk’s voice from rear of taxi: “I say, driver, what’s the idea of stop¬ ping?” Driver: “I thought I heard someone tell me to.” From rear: “Drive on, she wasn’t talking to you.” Her lips quivered as they approached mine. My whole frame shook as I look¬ ed into her blue eyes. Her body trembled as our lips met and I could feel my chest heaving, my chin vibrat¬ ing and my body shuddering as I held her to me. Moral; Never kiss your girl in a second-hand car with the motor run¬ ning. Don’t marry a girl because she looks sensible, because a sensible girl has more sense than to look sensible. “Pawson,” said Aunt Caroline, fero¬ ciously, “I’d like to crown dat low down husben o’ mine.” “Why, Caroline? What’s he done?” “Done?” Why he’s done gone an’ lef de chickenhouse open and all de chick¬ ens has escaped.” “O, well, that’s nothing. Chickens, you know, come home to roost.” “Come home?” groaned Aunt Caro¬ line. “Come home? Pawson, dem chickens’ll go home!” Mike S.: “I wonder if I could make you melt in my arms.” Eleanor H.: “No, I’m not that soft and you’re not that hot.” Some people must think the Sunday church service is like a convention: Many families just send one delegate. A proud father of triplets phoned a friend to report the good news. The friend didn’t quite hear and asked, “Will you repeat that?” “Not if I can help it,” replied the dad. A gentle Quaker, hearing a strange noise in his house one night, got up and discovered a burglar busy at work. He went to get his gun, and then came back and stood quietly in the doorway. “Friend,” he said, “I would do thee no harm for the world, but thee stand- est where I am about to shoot.” Newtonian 69