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

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when we crossed the border into the States, Jean Clowes - Grade Twelve Home Ee. Trip to Rochester Q 4-.Cm Guam gg., by Edith de st. Aubyn XII WWe're offiu Yes that was our cry when Miss McPhedran and Mr. Cline left the school with grade twelve Home Economic girls for a trip to Rochester U.S.A. Mr. Cline led the way to Brampton but there Miss McPhedran took the lead. we were thinking about all these poor students getting out of school. was asked where she was born. Do you know that she couldn't remember. That's just how excited we all were. Everything had gone well until then. WWhat's that sme1l?W Miss MePhedran asked. Wlt must be rubber. Oh my gracious therels a flat tired. Mary Lanktree wanted to be of some help so she offered to work the jack. IPm.sorry to say that she didn't have to, because a truck driver fixed the tire for us. When Mr. Cline came back we continued on to a garage where all the necessary repairs were made. V Little happened until we reached Rochester. Ted, Mr. Cline's brother, met us and we were escorted to the Y.W.C.A. What interested us most here were the elevators, the type which you operate yourself. Of course, many of us made unnecessary trips from floor to fl0Cro Bang? Rattle! Itfs a miracle that the management of the NYU didnft give us orders to be more quiet. we made quite a noise at our night gossip circles and our midnight snacks. I suppose they knew that we weren't going to stay long. U On Saturday the group separated into pairs and we started our shopping excursion. I think we must have bought everything image inable. My advice to everyone is to take twice the amount of money you think is necessary and then maybe youull have a penny or two left. After coming back from shopping some watched television, others rushed to the recreation room where they played such games as pingepong, and the rest ran from.room to room. These activities seemed to cause many of us to be hungry, so we headed for a restaurant. we were surprised to find that the exeellent food we ordered was quite reasonable with our purses. Saturday night found us sitting in the balcony of a theatre. I forget what the nam of the show was. After the show we raced home in the rain. Thus you see that it rains in Rochester as well as in Orangeville. ' A slumber party was our entertainment Saturday night - I should say Sunday morning. Posted at the door was Marg to warn us when Jean D. and Miss MePhedran were coming. We packed ourselves into the closets. As usual there was plenty to eat and lights didnnt go out until after 2.15 a.m.

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62 As usual, Mr. Gibson had heard about the idea and had warned Miss Ewing She was ready waiting for us, even had the waste paper basket emptied so that it would be sure to hold the gum, Oh, my goodness! It s nearly midnight and I still haven't chosen a topic. Oh well, I'll just get up early toemorrow morning, and write it before I go to school? HHH , ' 11 , WLS, N 1 fX ' . - P up ' Y t IQIQX-jf ' 'K k5v g k1g4 A w Y l. -am l 1 lx 'l9f1 a'1 k'-4 ' 1 U . 414217 A -'Es U I x,,.., idwF.3,:f-an-rf 'Jc3L- y . hwxamqawizy , .' -i4tf? A?2T'145 Q ., g4,. a N ??7J nocenoese Q f X ' fi' ft 'ap ,, f . ,I f 1 f' Xl- .,,,. nf fun? Q xl,. ' 'aqqlfwfzl n i Jw in , 14 - ,,-4 fig:-'fly f ll l UOvl2.P gg x..J XX? bg , . o 4' b t , T C53 X ?. week! . ,-3

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64 Sunday was a beautiful day and most of us were wishing that we didn't have to go home. Mr. Cline met us in the afternoon and we started on our homeward journey. At the border we claimed the goods which we'd bought and enjoyed a delicious dinner at the Motel Leonard- compliments of Mr. Cline. Mercid The home trip was quite quiet until the Canadian snow stonm swept down upon us. we were all driving as much as Miss MbPhedran. What town is that ahead? Oh, it must be Orangeville for thereFs Miss Ewing driving her new Chevrolet. 'The trip was over, I was sorry to say. But don't worry Rochester, you'll likely see us all again! - A Winter Song Q by Mary Jackson . XII On wings of softest velvet through the dawn, Creeping gently to the earth below, A veil of gossamer, a mist of lawn, In spotless silver pure, the snow On silent feet has come once more. A blanket soft floats o'er my garden bare, Wrapping it 'round in arms so cosy, warm, My blossoms, safe, may rest without a care. On cold and gloomiest days, the stonm, With useless rage, beats on their door.. Each tiny flake, a work of beauty proud, Guilding o'er the branches' barren brown, A precious jewel to waft away a shroud And there to place, in joy, a crown, A sign to Him above. h There once was a wolf from t e zoo, Who wanted a lady to woo, When he winked at the bear - She said, UDon't you dareln So he tickled a cute kangaroof by Valair Lennox XII