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

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The Dogged Race The crowd cheered their favorites, as the uniformed at¬ tendants led them on to the track. But, what strange racers— greyhound dogs! The dogs were lined up at a miniature starting gate by the attendants. Suddenly the bell rank and a mechanic¬ al rabbit was seen racing ahead of the dogs. As the dogs ran faster the rabbit kept just out of reach. Around the turns they came, doing greater speeds than some horses. Number thirty- six was leading the pack around the last turn when suddenly number seventeen pulled ahead. The crowd cheered louder as they advanced towards the finish line. Just as the dog thought he had the rabbit, it folded up against the rail and was gone. The owner was all smiles after winning the race but the dog looked folorn — he had not caught the rabbit. JOHN CHITTICK The atmosphere of the Home Ec room Bubbled with excitement that afternoon. Miss Geary gazed with deep satisfaction, Upon her girls, all deep in action. In walked Mr. Chittick without hardly knocking, The sight he beheld was certainly shocking. For there stood Gertie, who was not to blame, Minus her dress and quite red with shame. Behind the cupboard she flew like a flash, Picking up her dress in the same mad dash. Poor Mr. Chittick in one good long stride, Uttered apologies and went to hide. And now, my dear readers, please don’t you forget, To knock before entering, or you’ll have regret. DONNA KRUPA The 1952-53 Yearbook Staff wish to extend special thanks to: 1. All the generous advertisers, 2. Those students who typed the copy, 3. Mrs. Bullock for proof-reading, 4. Mr. Chittick for special help and encouragement, 5. And all the students who have co-operated in any way to make this publication possible. Page Thirty-five

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The Sandy Lake-Clearwater Harmony House We are just one big happy family. The first to get on in the morning is HEPPNER. He is noted for the big smile he gives all the girls and the way he teases and torments them. Second is PREUS, who Pm sure would like to have a pretty girl’s head for a souvenir, as he is always grabbing them by the neck with his can. Next comes HARKE, one of the learned class. When the rest of us start to sing and make a lot of noise, she turns around looking disgusted, probably saying under her breath, ‘Those crazy kids”. (Can you blame her?) Next comes cheer¬ ful FURHOP, who always has a cheery good morning for every¬ body. Fifth is PAUL. Usually you can expect to see Velma running like a deer with a whole armful of books. Brother! What a load. Next are the ANDERSONS, the two dazzling blondes. Then, in a cloud of dust you can see the ELLET ' T- GAULTER athletes leaving the house, just as the bus reaches their gate a half mile away. This is always an exciting moment for the gang on the bus; first Gaulter leads by a length, then up comes Eilett with an armful of books, usually dropping the odd one here and there. (I wonder if she really does all that home¬ work?) Oh well! Eilett takes the lead, and before you know it, crash! They’re both trying to get through the bus door at once. When the Clearwater gang made up of ROBERGE, JUNEAU, PAPLEY, LAKE, SINCLAIR, ISBISTER and BASNETT get on, the noise is at its peak. The seven of them all come scrambling for the bus door at once, the girls usually trailing in last. Once in a while the odd girl or two sneaks in ahead. Trouble usually begins when the Papley-Basnett duet starts. Boy! What a con¬ trast! Ken with his bass noise and Shirley with her soprano voice. A few miles further on we pick up BROWN, who always has a cheery good morning for everyone. She is followed by FJELL, another of those good-natured individuals who like to tease some of the girls. Last to come on in the morning is AVERY, the only red-head on the bus, whose voice can usually be heard shouting to Heppner at the opposite end. When the noise is at its height, one may often see the up¬ lifted eyebrows of Len Matin, our driver, through the mirror. We arrive at school, usually a couple of minutes before it starts, and then there is always a scramble to see who is going to get off first. As the last one leaves the bus, one may hear Len heave a sigh of relief, probably wishing that he would never see us again. I just don’t know how he would get along without us, just the same. JUNE LAKE Page Thirty-four

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My Effort The other day in English class, The teacher said to me, “You’d better write a ballad, girl, Six stanzas, ’stead of three!” My heart sank right down to my feet For I could not compose; She mayn’t have realized this fact, Ah-h-h but now she knows! I kicked my feet, I tore my hair, I yelled, I screamed, I cried, I told my mother of my plight, Who said, “At least you’ve tried”. I thought of poems that I had heard Of ballads that I’d read, I yelled some more and screamed I did, I wished that I were dead. Oh would this agony never cease? I’ve worked, I’ve slaved, I’ve toiled; I’ve written on and on and on; A thousand sheets I’ve spoiled. At last, I thought, the time has come To put away my pen; My efforts have not been in vain, For this — it is the end. MERNE TYNDALL Autumn Skies of dark and lighter blue With white clouds between them. Dry and bare, the trees are there Gigantically standing ’neath them. Colors of red And colors of brown, A beauty that people admire. Soon the snow will be covering the ground And nature will somewhat retire. OLIVE ROBERGE Page Thirty-six