Orangeville High School - Red and Blue Yearbook (Orangeville, Ontario Canada)

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Q Grade Elgygn Q by Betty Ann Garvey XIQA Grade eleven in O, H, So Is the finest form ln the world, I guesso The glrls are prettyg the boys areo..Well2 Our teachers like us, you sure can tell.,,.o We all read Latin except a few Who don't read Latin as others doo Our English teacher has learned us how To talk good English so well, that now '1'here's hardly nobody says, How come? ' Or,Wwontcha len'me yer bubble gum?W In mathematics we all are fineooo One plus seven plus one is nine, We're up in Science until we know That common water ls H20 Q And as for French, I am sure we all Could order a dinner ln Montreal, We cook and sew and we sweep and dust, At least we do when we really musto Now if by chance you should doubt my word, I'll tell you something I dreamed I'd heardg That Mrs Cline has been heard to say That of all the forms in the world today, 'IThere's not another that's qulte the same As that magic class with the magic name, Grade eleven in OQHOSO Is the finest form in the world, I guesso H H H Now teachers are so awfully smart, I think that lt's a pity They don't at times come down to earth And act a trifle witty, Some things we say, l wlll admit Are not just always brightg But it would help to have them show A little more delights by Peggy James XIQA H H N There is a young lad name of Dave, Who kept his old Ford ln a caveg He said, WI'll agree I'm a miser, that's me, But think of the gas that I savewo by Jack Emack XI-A

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COMMERCIAL Back Row Cleft to righ't.D Sam Burton, R.'R., 1 Altong Arthur May, ROR. 2, Orangevilleg Jim Hanna, Orangevilleg Marvin Nodwell, R.,R. 2. Waldemarg Perrie Priester, R.,R. 2, Orangeville, Donn Hillier, R.R. 5 Orange-D viueo Centre Row: 2 Joyce Speers, RQR. l Orangevilleg Ann Wallace, ROR. l Albiong Gwen Robinson, Orangevilleg Frances Speers, R.Ro 2 Caledon Eastg Shirley Parker, Mono Mills 3 Dorothy Clark, R..R. I+, Orangevilleg Olive Dodds, ROR, 5, Orangevilleg Front Row: - Doreen Fleming, Alton, Shirley Ritchie, Grand Valleyg Kaye Taylor, Grand Valley, Gloria Clark, R.R., lp Grand Valleyg Isabel Cockerill, R.R. 1 Laurelg Elaine Cross, R.R. 2 Laurelg Gwen Lackey, Orangeville.,

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- Reading, Writing and Arithmetic Days - by Jean Cudney XI The chimes have rung out and we're off with a sigh For we know that an end to our freed m is nighg In the gym we assemble and stand up so tall Listening to stories of Peter and Paul. Whose turn this morning? Someone forgot! UYou musn't forget? we always are taught. Then to the music of Donald or Lyn We're off to geometry, never to win. That 'morning smile' sure was a dilly But the laughs that we heard were even more silly. Tempers are never at all lost in this room nJust come to see me at three-thirty or noonn. After our brains have been racked through and through For that authority which will always be new - The bells ring out loud and clear Ah! the slaughter is drawing very near. The professeur is standing outside of his doorg Seeking in vain for a smile, once more, we rush to our places and gather our pens To fill them with ink before the time ends. We take so few new points in that third year if we just knew grade ten we'd have nothing to fear. And that old dictation, 'twill come sure as fate If we don't get to work it will be too late. Above shovels and aeroplanes, voices and cars I'm sure that the French can be heard by the stars. Prepare your exercises for the next class. The period's overg I'm sure we'll all pass. But that is in French, What about history? To the most of the students it's truly a mysteryg we faithfully learn about Dante and Huss And for pages of homework there's never a fuss - It's easy to keep him on current events But to catch a lad sleeping, he surely resents. The first bell has gone, all books closed with pleasure When that familiar, NFirst questionn is stated with leisure Oh well, it will only take us a while We're sure it won't cease, so we might as well smile. Now to our lockers we're off like a flash Greeting our neighbour with a terrible crash. There positively isn't any room at my door And after a squabble my books are all tore. we finally make it across the wide hall - For hurry we must when we play volleyhball. Someday by chance a point I may get, That is, if a'sister is all ready set. There's softball and tumbling. exercises galore, Creak - creak, Oh my goodness, my bones are so sore! Oh, there goes the bell - two minutes to dress, UHave you got a comb?U my hair looks a mess. Finally we find ourselves there in that room Where the principal's voice is heard with a boom.