Leduc High School - Review Yearbook (Leduc, Alberta Canada)

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Valedictory I should like to express my deepest thanks to the Graduating Class of ’S3 for giving me the honor of representing them as their valedictorian. Our whole school life is climaxed as we graduate. As we pass through the dim corridors for the last time, we are, as a result of the long hours of patient instruction by our teachers, fully qualified to be competent citizens of a fast¬ growing nation in a modern age. If we had quit school, we should be lacking the basic knowledge — the knowledge required to interpret the phenomena of mankind — that is needed to be successful in this world of strife and struggle. As our seemingly endless school life is drawing to a close, we sense a feel¬ ing of regret at leaving it. No more shall we greet our many friends in the morning with a cheerful “Hi” and a cheerful smile. Instead we shall take our place in the world, either in a certain occupation or in advanced studies, as men and women with the responsibility of working and planning our future and the future of the world. We shall leave school with the memory of many friends who have come from the various surrounding districts and whom we have met here. We have had good times together and have cherished each other’s companionship. Although we shall undoubtedly follow different ways we shall have the common memory of school days uniting us forever. Occasionally we have thought of our teachers as stringent taskmasters, whose only ioy in life was burdening the students with homework. But we must realize that it was only their effective interest in our welfare that motivated their untiring efforts to help us. They have devoted their lives to moulding us into respectable citizens and to enable us to be successful in our chosen voca¬ tions. We have often seemed unappreciative and have shown ingratitude to our teachers, but as we part, we should to thank them sincerely for the countless number of things they have done for us. And so we reluctantly bid farewell to our classmates, and to our teachers and say, Thanks” to Leduc High for cherished memories of good times never to be forgotten. LOVERNE PLITT. Page Twelve

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Freshmen’s Frolic “To be or not to be”, that was the question. The answer came when at least sixty initiated freshmen gathered around a candle-lit table to pledge their solemn allegiance to L.H.S. and the seniors within. Henceforth they officially would be called members of our beloved high school. But receiving this honor was not so easy as all this; ask any Grade Ten and he or she will tell you. Preceding this were two hectic, but fondly cherished, days of humble service to the Grade Eleven and Twelve’s. Greasy faces and bizarre costumes were also characteristic of all those who gave up their dignity to become members of this honoured institution. Nevertheless there came the grand finale on the night of the annual initiation party. Students from the four corners of the Division assembled in the auditorium, gathering up their forces and putting their fiendish minds to work. Yes, another “snake dance” was in the making. When the set time had come they were off, through the bar, the pool room, the restaurants and the theatre; none was spared in the charge. Then as quickly as they had come, they left. The boisterous mob had returned to the auditorium, from whence they came, to finish the evening by gaily hopping around to the music of Lawrence Dublenko and his barn dance gang. The Lit Comedy, tragedy and romance were portrayed when the musical march of L.H.S.’s talent made its first step forward. Music in all forms, good or otherwise, floated out from the aud¬ itorium stage to the attentive listeners that November after¬ noon. In this way one hour elapsed and then there was a quick change from the more serious and cultural side of the pro¬ gramme to a rare “old time” dance. Whether the reason was Page Fourteen