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

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The My Poem by Jim McKenzie XI Miss Kidd just told Il-A To write a poem this very day, And not to tarry nor to wait But hand it in upon this date. Now if youlknow me as I know me You know I can't write poetry, But to keep her happy I will say My arm was broken yesterday, And as I can't write poems to-day I'll go outside and softball play. H H ll Spring by Florence Turner snow that once lay deep and white, Has rnelted now right out of sight. The rain now patters on the sill Instead of snow flakes softly still. The The The The crocusses can now be seen, grass is growing close and green. buds are bursting on the trees , wind now blows with gentle ease. ll Il ll B aseball Out on the campus The girls play ball - First a miss And then a foul. It seems that they Never can get a run, But always succeed In having fun. Il II ll X

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Chained by Jan Chamberlin XII Rend the airg Tongue despairg Lean, long dog In his lair Moon berating, Wilful hating Man alone. Collar rust, Red blood lust: Faithful fflame Ground to dustg Latent challenge To the death lunge, Fang to 'bo'ne! Weakened, whining, Pining - pining For his homeg Memories mining. Voice belov'd, Pain remov'd, Freedom come. My Friend by Betty Tribble X Mary comes to school each day, Sometimes sleepy, sometimes gay. She always says with boys she's done But every day there's a different one ll ll ll

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Teachers of O,D.H.S. by Mary Vicary X-A I think I'll start with Mr Cline TI hope you'll all agree that's fine. He's usually happy, full of fun From the start of the day till it is done. We sometimes see him on bended knee. Saying, Little one, why persecute me? Well, look who's standing at the gates! It is our glamour boy ,, Mr. Yates. As he drives his car downtown each day, He smokes his fags, a puffing away. At making te sts hells very sly, But does he look cute with a big black eye! Mr. Young is always talking About how far his sheep went walking. And how they got out on Hudson Bay And he coaxed them back with bales of hay. Mr. Seltzer is our navy boyg In the midst of all helll say ahoy! 'V For Mr. Percy, French is fung I pity the boy who ha sn't 'it done. Pitteripatter down the hall - Miss McPhedran's making a call. Mr. Kalbfleisch is death on gum If it you have to his class don't come. Mr. McFarland has boys' P.T. That hels full of energy you'll all agree . Miss Goudie is the blonde on the staffg When she walks down the hall, the boys go daft