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

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12 - Sadie Hawkin's Dance - by Clarence Proctor XII ' WHey, wait Susie! Aren't you going to carry my books toon? Yes, for a whole week in O.D.H.S. it was a familiar sight to see girls hold doors open for the boys and to stand politely back to allow them to pass first. Had the age of chivalry gone co pletely? No, it was just WTwirp Weekn. And whatls that I hear? Susie just asked Jim.what colour of flowers he would like for Friday night. Oh I understand, now --- the girls must buy their dates flowers for the Sadie Hawkin's Dance. The night of February 13th was clear and cool with just enough moon to suit the occasion. As the muted strains of Dalton Gibson's orchestra drifted out over the snow, the first brave girl was seen helping her chosen Uescortn out of the car in front of the school. She advanced to the'smiling ticket seller and with a wistful look at her purse paid the admission. Then she graciously helped him off with his overcoat and proudly pinned flowers in his buttonhole. Decorating the gym.walls were large red hearts and the trad- itional L'il Abner and Daisy Mae. Dim blue lights and a smooth floor provided all the extra incentive for the girls to step up to a boy and sweetly ask, HMay I have the next dancen. Soon the floor was dotted with whirling couples. Intermission was for once a pleasant rest period for the boys. Just think - they didn't have to brave the long line to the lunch counter in the Science room, nor did they have to wonder whether their finances were sufficient. Dancing continued until one and then dreamyeeyed students left for parts unknown, with the girls, of course, in charge. As one boy said as he left the school Wlt was the best dance, I!ve ever been at. Why don't we have them more oftenln - Tell Me Why - by Dougald MacArthur XII Why is it that our teachers Will stand outside the door Until two minutes vanish - Or maybe even more. The fact that time is fleeting They seem to know quite well, But they don't give the homework out Until the second bell.

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ll The school secretary, Miss Dodds, cleared the school headaches frcm her brain last summer with the sea breezes of the Atlantic and came back refreshed and with a new sparkle in her eye. This sum er she was picked by Mr. McClelland to be secretary of the summer school at the Ontario Agricultural College. After subtracting the shakes, rattles and racket frcm his Ford, Mr. Kalbfleisch came to the conclusion he had Wnothingn left. The action resulting from his calculations prbduced a 'Ll Chevrolet. Mr. and Mrs. Percy had a very pleasant motor trip to southern Arizona last July. we appreciate very much the work of our caretaker, Mr. G. Rawn, who we feel is not only doing a very fine job of keeping our school spick and span, but is also pleasant and cooperative. f'fN,.N to -Do UUUQ Db QQGBL Ee cgoaa wr., .1 THQ -scenbe. - GQELQH- Kmox 7DR,6,513r1 eRbAl0 Cdoggy

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- Hal1owe'en Dance - by Gloria Cooney XII Soft lights and sweet music were the order of the evening, as the first couples began to arrive for the dance of the year, the Hallowe'en formal. They came slowly at first, then more and more came, until the high school gym seemed alive with colourful dresses and beautiful corsages. Couples floated along to the strains of popular songs. Everywhere gay voices could be heard, and ever one was having a good time. The gym.was beautifully decorated. Boxes covered the lights, bathing the whole room in an enchanting orange glow. Balloons bobbed merrily above the heads of the dancers, and witches flew about on the walls. Some disjointed skeletons danced crazily around too. The stage was garlanded with stalks of corn, and jack-o- lanterns grinned broadly on each individual, as he watched the proceed- ings with shining eyes. However, something new had been added, for in one corner was a wierd looking lady, Petunia by name. Upon closer inspection, people found out that she wasn't Whistler?s grandmother, but only a du my. She was winking openly at another dummy in the next corner. He was a hands me fellow called Clem, and he seemed not at all interested in the poor girl. Like all good, the dance had to some to an end. Reluctantly the crowd dispersed and climbing into the cars, left the school. Everyone was thinking of the wonderful time he or she had had. All agreed that it had been a very good dance, and that they had all enjoyed themselves. 111 -mann - The Cooks - by Mary Jackson XII Frem the English roc , fr m the silence deep, Four lone souls from their places creepy They're off to the room at the end of the hall, To see that at lunch time there's good food for all. They hustle-and bustle, so merry and bright, Such a beautiful scene in their aprons of white. They wonft make you pudding or bake you a cake, But I?ve heard it said they can brew a milkshake. The dishes are shining, a real sight to see, With monogrammed dishcloths by Eleanore B. I They all love their work or so it would seem But really I think that they just love ice cream.