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

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- A Life In School - i y by Dawn Kirkness XII Many, many, years ago A When I was in Grade oneg I longed to be in High School, I thought it would be fun. All through grade two and three, Four, five, six, and seveng I thought, 'To be in High School It would be seventh Heaveni. Now, after years of toiling, I've almost reached my ahmg But oh! what condition! Don't laugh, there're lots the same. M feet are flat from walking To dear old Orangeville Highg My shoulders bent from carrying Books piled to the sky. My hands are red from washing The dishes all noonehourg Not to mention pots and pans That I have had to scour. One more year of this - I hope - My vocation will be labelledg I'll go into the world to work, If I'm not too dis-abled. Miss Kidd: Clarence, what is a toastmaster? Clarence P.: I think it's a kind of a toaster maFam. Dawn K: You know, I think association with brilliant companions is half one's school career. Mary J: I was just wondering why you were haning around me. :bi Sheila: Do you think a girl should love before twenty? Cynthia: No, thatFs too large an audience.

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- Wworld Affairsu - by Cynthia McKee XII WTo what's this world coming?W I often ask Is world war brewing behind a mask Of fellowship, happiness?U All is so cosy! Just look at Russia and things aren't so rosy. There's war in Koreag in England the flood Has ravaged the country, and left only mud Where once stood their houses, proud and majestic, The tense situation seems more than just drastic. But now on the pleasanter aspects of life All is not merely hardship and strifeg The world wide Olympics are just in the making Far famed Championships just for the taking. And everywhere too is this British nation we breathless await the famed Coronation, The papers are filled with the writers narrations Of budgets and taxes, no matter one's station. There's part of the picture that we daily read About in the papers, and much more we heed, This nation has troubles and worries and sorrows But also its bright sides and happy tomorrows. - Our Chauffeur Q by Joanne Donaldson XII ' The driver of our morning bus Is full of fun indeedg I know why he's a cheerful cuss, His seat is guaranteed. A He sits up on his cushioned throne, And drives with all his mightg Hearing at intervals a moan Or the curdling yells of a fight. Sheila: I shall marry for brains . Valair: I shall marry for beauty. Camilla: Well, everybody for what he needs.

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- Life In A Capitalistic School - by Clarence Proctor XII As we walk to Assembly so early each day, Our thoughts on what Principal Cline has to say - Our tongues wag quite freely, we walk side by side, The principal spots us, he's out for our hide. He strides to the stage, looks around, gives a roarg And each sinner shakes at his place on the floor. WThis fraternization twixt classes must stopln He hesitates, frowns, yells, UI'm posting a Copin And the very first student caught saying one thing To his classmate, or even attempting to sing - Will be picked up, and punished, and told he's a fool And to never come back thru the doors of this school. So now in the hallways of dear O.H.S., The silence is golden, there's no noise, unless The voice of a teacher is heard in the gloom As he teaches his lesson to a quite empty room. For none of.the students could bear the strict rules, They all have departed to some other schools, But the principalfs happy, as he walks up the hall, There's no noise, thereas no students, there's just nothing at all. - Spriggtime Q by Margaret Brett XII Oh, to see the budding beauty On a mistic April day, When the Spirit of the Springtime Comes aesinging on its way! When the shadows of the evening Creep into cooling depths, Then I love to wander idly Down the lane with lingering steps. When the night has softly fallen And to Dreamland I have gone, In my slu bers low sweet music Faintly echoes 'till the dawn.