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

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- 'Twas The Night - by Eldon Hillyard IE 'Twas the night before exams And all through the house, ' Every creature was studying, The exam had been put in the Hoping no pupil could get at them there. Then out on the dresser there rose a big clatter I opened my eyes to see what was the matter, I reached out my arm and turned off the clock And went back to sleep as sound as a rock. My mother said, WHurry, it is getting lateu I said, do not worry, I will not be late, I ate my breakfast and hurried to school - I didn't have time for a good game of poolg I viewed the exam but just signed m name And now I am afraid to go back again. just like a mouseg safe with much care 1.-an Q The Catastrophe - by Helen Anderson X When the cold wind from.the north did blow, And all the ground was covered with snow, In the Dufferin Forest so broad, and wide The graceful deer were seen to glide. The red-capped hunter, with beady eyes, Came swooping down like a hawk from the skies, He raised his gun and took careful aim But there stood the game warden - Oh! what a shame. Latin Teacher: Give me the principal parts of the verb Wto hearn Student: Dick: Student: Teacher: Student: Mr. Yates Janet: Pest! Dick, what's the verb Wto hearn. I dunno. I dunno, idunare, idunavi, idunnatum. What are you declining? I dunno. What could be more pitiful than a man without a country. A country without a man.

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37 - Buckshot Verses Watermelo s- - by John Patterson Gr. X Now many years ago when I was a little wee lad there lived just outside of town an old bachelor with his dog, Ship. This old bachelor grew the most delicious watermelons for miles around. So e other little urchins of the neighbourhood and I had been contemf plating how we might procure some of these without carrying away a load of buckshot from his shot gun. One dark September night we formed up into platoons and set out. The trip of about a mile and a half was uneventful except for Bonehead running over the end of the culvert into the creek. we parked our bicycles about five hundred yards down the road and sneek- ed on hands and knees the rest of the way. About this time the heavens opened up and it started to pour so that by the time we arrived at our destination, we were thoroughly soaked and literally plaster- ed with mud. Our plan of attack said that we had to go around the back of the barn and so to the patch. we slipped, slithered and slashed through the ploughed field which now resembled a skating rink. As we neared our goal we heard a muffled Wglubu from someplace only to discover that Skinny had fallen into the water trough and couldn't get out. . a Finally as we were there, oroso we thought, we all set to carrying big round objects to the road, breaking only one when Fatty stepped on it with his foot and couldn't get it off. Suddenly from out of the stillness there came a howl. The game was up. Run for your life. Just then a volley of shots rang out and lead whistled over our heads. Desperately each grabbed a big melon and took out across the ploughed field with mud flying every way. Skinny, who had the foresight to see this coming, had tucked his under his sweater so as to have better balance. As we slashed across the field amid the hail of flying buckshot, clods of mud, and flying legs, we could hear the bachelor saying something to the effect that there were some boys in his garden. By now we were out of range and to the fence so we climbed' over and had just sat down when we heard a whoosh, plop, then skwish, only to see Skinny flat on the ground with something oozing out of his sweater. When we all crowded around him to help him off with his sweater, suddenly through the darkness we saw the remains of a nice V big yellow pumpkin. we had gone to all this trouble, risked our lives, and all for what? A collection of pu pkins. Well you can imagine that there were a few sad boys in our town for a while after that. There once was a fellow nam d Ray, Who fell off a big load of hayg When asked what had happened, He said he was flattenedg Did you hear what else he did say? by Bev. Hillis Gr. X

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- Cadet Troubles - by Irwin Gillespie Gr. X I Wondereeooeoeoeoowhat at OQDQHQSQ when the P.A. system gently sings out: Mr. Percy: Mr. Gibson: Mr. Young: Miss Kidd: Mr. Smith: Mr. Maynard: Mr. Cline: Miss Ewing: Mr. Rawn: Mr. Yates: The neighbours The girls: The poor Cadet: uAll Out For Cadetsn Oh dear, all alone with no detentions. Soundless shop! Hu ph, I!ll have to plough the back field o F Ah, peace, at last! ' Oh, not again: glee club distractions. No tap, tap, tap, of little keys. Those are my boys!! Reminds me of my younger days when I used to have a shapely form.myself. Cadets! a fancy name for trying to get some Pairs in OU. the Slye Ah! empty haue again. i Ha, ha, ha, ha, REVENGE!! No sleep. No excitement. Ohmh-h, n -o-032 mercy, mercy, mercy, I should have done m math! a n by Dorothy Woods Gr. X In Grade X-A there is a lad Not always good, or always bad: When teasing others he's a pest But few can beat him on a te t. Around his desk the girls a i tarry By now you've guessed, his name is Barry. A