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

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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

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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 Home sick Mariner by Norah McCleary X Down on the docks he stands alone With a wistful look in his eye, He watches the waves as they lap on shore And thinks, How time rolls by . He watches the gulls as they dip and swing, And swoop above the swell, From over the waves comes the well-known sound The toll of the angelus bell. The white capped waves are quiet, The sea is a world of blueg The sky is tinged with a reddish glow As the sun sinks out of view. A silhouette against the sky - He thinks of his sailing daysg Many a take he told his crew Of being ship-wrecked in lonely bays Just as the sun takes it's final dip Beyond the darkening blue , He reels on his feet and turns his back On the sea that he once knew. His eyes are wet as twilight fallsg His body is haggard and bent, A bent-old form, he stumbles his Way, Pondering the life hels spent. He trudges on with a heavy heart Beside him, his friendly cur. He leave6 the scene he knew so well, This homesick mariner. Bill: There were three people walking down the street with only one umbrella. Which one got wet? Bruce: The one on the outside, I guess. Bill: No One. Who said anything about it raining. ll ll ll