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

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51 1 - Grade XI's Trip To Iorgnto Q T by Ron Strlllve Xl-A The morning was clear and bright when we boarded the bus by the light of the disappearing stars that 24th day of October for our trip to Torontoo All the way to Toronto the bus was a beehlve of excitement. Do you remember how you sang your voice away trying to drown out your neighbour or how you were searching for an appropriate joke to get the ball rolling? ' It seemed no time at all before the Swift Canadian plant loomed up before us and we were belng escorted through the groundso There we were taken to a room where we were informed of the forthcoming tours Here, too, we were shrouded in long, flowing, starchy robeso Now do you recall why we were obliged to wear them? The tour itselfg lasting for two hours, led us through various departments each with its own particular Waromawe We learned how meat on the hoof is processed until we know it as different cuts at our butcher's0 After the tour we lunched ln the plant's cafeteria on hot dogs and a beverage while thumbing through our pamphletso From here we were driven to the parliament buildings, where we were told to assemble again at one o'clock0 What did you do? Remember? The tour through the parliament building started promptly at ones Our guide pointed out the more noteworthy things as we progressed' from hall to hall and finally came to the main chambers Inside, each sitting in a member's chair, we learned of the various aspects and rude iments of our governments After his informative talk, the gulde received a few questions from our midst e that is Peggy James and Dave McClearys Then we were allowed to browse arounde Do you remember how regal it felt to sit in the speaker's chair and look down at the other kids WJohn Henrylngw the guest book? The next time you are sitting there, let's hope it ls the real thing, It was a good tour, wasn't it? when we had parked in a central locationg the bus depot, we were informed that the remaining hours till six were ours to do with as we choseo Some went shopping, some went to a shows Let's see now, what did you do? At six o'clock, with all aboard, we picked our way through the Toronto traffic to the CONOEO grandstand where there were seemingly thousands of teenagers all decked out in their school coloursa I'm sure, had someone thought to remind us, we would have sported our red and blue tooo Inside there were manyp many school groups all raising a hullabaloo with their cheers, but the school giving the greatest cheer Q0as.o 00000 Orangevllle High, of courses The two football games were keeno Added to this extras gavance were a display of bands, and cheerleaders and a running event and cheerleaders and six man rugby and cheerleaderso Gosh 8

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50 - On The Hill - by Betty Ann Garvey XI There's a friendly place of learning, On a hill in Orangeville town, And you should stop in to see it If your going up or down. If you'd follow me around some day I'd take you in the doorg You would not have many'stairs to climb - It's only on one floor. ' In that nice room way down the hall, Miss Ewing tells us how The Roman people used to live So differently than now. ' The next is Mr. Yates room, And isn't it a joy, To learn about the Ancient timssg Near England, France and Troy. In mathematics class we learn Of polygons and squares, And we hear the UMorning Smileu' When we first sit in our chairs, Let's visit Mr. Seltzers room And listen to the tales We're taking up in English lit - Of windy seas and gales. In Mr. Percy's sunlit room A lovely view is thereg So an odd look out the window Is really only fairg Well now we're at the door again So let's go out and playg I'll take you back to see the rest Some other sunny dayz A Russian dog in Berlin came over into the allied section. On see- ing it a group of American dogs clustered around and this is the conversation which followed. lst American dog: Wwhy did you come over here, did they not feed you over there?N ' Russian Dog: ales, they gave me all I could eat, 3 times a dayn 2nd American dog: nDid they not comb you or wash you?W ' Russian Dog: NYes, I was combed and given a bath every day, without failn. 3rd American dog: WDid they not give you a good bed?W Russian dog: 0Yes I had a bed en deep of straw.W nth American dog: Uwhat did you come over here for then?W Russian Dog: WI wanted to barkno

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52 After the last ball was kicked and the last hoarse cheer sounded, we gathered our numb bones together and raced to the warmer bus. All the way home our minds were filled with the crowded events of the day and the feeling of being with such wonderful classmates. From that trip perhaps you will forget about how meat is processed or government handled but let us not forget the wonderful spirit that existed. And as we grow older perhaps we will remember that seemingly funny verse on the wall of the Donut Shop where we stopped to snack after the football game: NAS you tramp along through life, brother, Whatever be your goal, Keep your eye upon the doughnut And not upon the holen. HHH Q Tbg Baiilg - by Ione Stubbs XI-A The snow-plough gave a malignant roar like that of a frustrated giant. But the snow drift, a lifeless mound of unresist- ing white substance, gave no sign of the effect on it. With another scream of pure rage the snoweplough gathered its forces for another attack. A mighty rush, a fierce heave, and still the snow refused to budge, giving the impression that it was inpregnable. The machine gave a snarl of defeat but something in its physical make-up refused to let it accept this verdict. This time with a somewhat less defiant roar, the snow-plough attacked again. With a mighty push the snow-plough surged forward. This time for some inexplicable reason the snow moved. It flowed out on each side leaving a clear path between. H H H Each weary day in that French class I'm sure to hear my name called last. I've tried and tried, and tried in vain To bring my french mark up again. It was it seems quite long ago When I got fifty, not below, But times have changed, I am too slow And to the bottom do I go. by Nan Scott XI-A