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

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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.

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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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'Three to a desk, you're having a test Keep your eyes on your paper and not on the rest.u But think how thoroughly well we defeat Problems of electricity, illumination and heat. It's simple arithmetic that gets us all down And he who thinks for himself will get the crowns The first bell at noon - we jump and then, golly, we must stay and pay for our yesterday's follyg Juniors out first, too much noise the last day Just blame it all on the warm month of May. After-lu ch and a strenuous basketball game we trot down the hall to learn Raman fame. T we learn to decline and to conjugate well we don't have to think about whether wefll fail. WHere's my vocab don't mark it too hard, Or wait 'til I catch you outside in the yardns The lessoniis finished, a game would be fun iii 'LA' Xfs and 03s is just the right one. But no, wefve got sentences to do for to-morrow - We all do 'our own, we never would borrowQ d ' The next period's lit or maybe it's comp, Whatever it is, 1et's go out for a romp. The baseball and bat are waiting to play Please, my dear teacher, say that we may. Baseball it is but we sure have no right - We'1l probably be writing an essay toenight. Of course there's Home Ee, I musn't forget, The place where the household problems are met. ll If it isnft lost scissors, it's nothing too clever, Or maybe we've ruined the pansies for sever. ' The neighbourhood gossip is chatted with zip,i ,A There! I've sewed my seam wrong and now I must ripi' But no matter how much about school we complain The joys that we share will always remain, Reading and writing and Frithmetic years Will live through the ages, through laughter and tears. And through our posterity in later times, The words of our Staff will echo like chimesg For though we don't realize just at this stage Theyill be thought of with pleasure all through the age You look out the window and low and behold, Spring'has arrived, it no longer is cold, ' It?s up to your room and a lovely new frock, You glance out the window but O! what a shock! Fluffy and white that snow falls from he'ven, Oh well after all, it is just March seven.