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

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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

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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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