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

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- The Seasons - by Bill Harper Gr. X The autumn leaves are turning browng Old man winter is comin' 'round With plenty of snow and lots of sleet - Just enough to wet our feet. Out come our skates and hockey pucksg ' Next come the chickens and roasted ducks, with gravy, dressing and trimmings too, I like Christmas. How about you? Now the snow does really blow, Oh! yes, there's some one needs a towg I find he's a stranger in this part, And the old towhtruck, just will not start. Spring is coming around, I hope, When I can take off this heavy coat - Exams are coming, the teachers say, And then, O happy holiday! - Homework Q by Sheila Welsh Gr. X Homework isn't what you call fun But according to teachers it must be doneg You sit and think 'till its ten o'clock But now itfs time for you to stop. At school next day - that busy hive You find you're still there at half-past five. The teacher says, UYou now may leave But, do your homework, will you please? - gl Poem - by Marion Hunter Gr. X A few lines of poetry I'm requested to write, But to tell you the truth, I can't think to-nightg The baby is crying, she's ready for bed, The radio is blaringg the Lone Ranger!s dead. So in all this confusion, try as I might, As I told you before, I can't think to-night.

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- A Seed - by Lyle Smith Gr. X If in the soil we plant a weed A weed will spring to light, But if a little blossom seed A flower will greet the light. What e'er the seed we chance to sow we know that we shall findg The harvest that from it will grow Will be its own in kind. ' O.D.H.S. by Marie Wilson Gr. X I think that I shall never see A school where I would rather be. A school with such a patient staff - A time to work, a time to laugh. Where readin! and writin? are carefully taught And battles in science are thoroughly fought. When leavin' it's doors I!m quite contentg I feel the day has been well spent. The school that tops the hill to-day, I will remember when old and gray. - A Substitute - by Betty Ann Richardson Gr. X If perchance you cannot sleep, No longer try to count the sheepg Just count the bills you haven't paid - The line is longer, I'm afraid. by John Hughes Gr. X. There was a young man from New Ducket Who too soon in life kicked the bucketg His friends were all sad But his wife was so glad 'Cause now she could get a new bucket.

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- The Months - by Beryi.Patterson Gr. X. January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. ll ll February'brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. ll ll March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. II I1 April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daises at our feet. II ll May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. ll ll June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. ll S! Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and sun flowers. ii tl August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne. il II Warm September brings the fruit, Sportsmen then begin to shoot. u n , Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast. Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire and Christmas treat.