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

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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

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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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Always in her witty way 1Vl'iss Kidd teaches English day by day. Bang, bang, buzz, bop, Yes, Mr. Gibson's teaching shop. Miss Sutherland teaches the latin we take My but it's hard to keep awake. If an office worker you want to be Mr. Maynard's the man to see. If a musician you wish to betome, Mr. Dvorak can help you some. Mr. Baker does science and nrnath Don't lag in the hall or youlll hear his wrath. H ll Il My Friend by Nancy McCleary Xl-A Now listen dear readers both young and the old, The life of my friend is about to be told. Every morning he'd rise and put on his shoes, Rush down the stairs and read all the news. One day he slept in without getting upg No one could wake him, not even his pup. The neighbours all left him, just leaving a note But he never got up to see what they wrote. T he old doctor came to feel his heart beat But his heart was as still as the leaves on the street. He had died in his sleep, ninety years since his birth And now his dear friends have just laid him in earth. II ll ll Miss Kidd says it must be done Even if it's at the point of a gun. To these four little lines I give birth - My very humble two cents? worth. by Dolores Hansford Xll Il ll ll