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

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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.

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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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69 - Ing Ggadggtigg Baggugt - by Marilyn Nodwell XII During the five years at high school we are creating friend- ship far more lasting than those found in professional life. However, at graduation our paths diverge and as time marches on communications between us become rarer and eventually stop altogether, Yet memories of school events seem to bring us closer together -- especially one, the Graduation Banquet, which is held in the graduates' honour. This year's annual Graduation Banquet for Grade XIII and Senior Commercial was held on Friday evening, January 9th, in the 'Red Ball Room' of the high school, The noonsday cafeteria, having been transformed by the appearance of fl wer decked lunch tables and lighted candles became the banquet hall for the occasion. Serving as place- cards were blue graduation caps with a diploma attached to the brim and on each was an appropriate prophecy. It is without a doubt that every graduate, guest and staff member enjoyed the dinner served to them by members of the Home Economics Department under the careful supervision of Miss McPhedran. Who made those delicious pies? No, it wasn't the members of the fair sex. The cooks were none other than the Grade XIII and Commercial boys 2 Just one glance at the menu will show just why the meal was Wfit for a Queen'. MENU Fruit Cocktail Roast Turkey ' 8 Dressing Peas 8 Carrots Mashed Potatoes Brown .Gravy Salad Relishes Fresh Rolls Home Made Pies Coffee Cream Punch Wlt almost makes me wish I vow, To have four stomachs like a cown, . Following dinner, Bob Dods, the capable toastmaster for the occasion proposed the toast to the Queen, His many humorous remarks added to the happy atmosphere of the occasion. Harold Dodds, while toasting the Alma Mater reminded us that once we did not have the advantages of a beautiful new school on the hill,