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

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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

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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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The Hard Way Out by Pete Baxter XII My little wee hut in the Caledon Hills, Is a palace, a palace indeed, Where many long hours I spend o'er my bills, Bills that have caused me a grim life of need. Yet everythingls happy in my old log hut Where everything's friendly with friends of my own- The hen and the duck, the goose and the mutt, All trippinl and stumblinl all over dried bones. Now down in my cellar, the cellar so damp, Are long rows of mikies all emptied before, Here Willie sits drooling, my long-enslaved tramp, A pickin' his teeth mong the skulls on the floor. Now all you wise people from far and a near Beware you donlt come on my property there, For sure as your livinl your own life younll fear For I value but one thing - that's peacer in a lair. ll H ll The Gruesome Six One of the six is little Joan Bruce As everyone knows we all call her Juice. Here we have Marj who is learning to drive A few months ago she'd an interest in Clive. Now there is Min who in badminton can rally But when out for a spin 'she heads for the valley Now there is Dolores who's a pert little lass When driving out west she sure shows her class Without any trouble you can tell at a scan That our Arlene is su.re a great hockey fan. Last but not least- Donna come from Grade ten, Her weakness we know is a weakness for men. H ll I!