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

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V I S I 'I' O R S GUESTS FROM O. C. E. .l!. Sify we FOR 1539 194i t GET ARMISTICE DAY SERVICE r . VISITORS FROM EMPORIUM S P E C I , L I A COMMENCEMENT - Guest Speaker, Mr. Neil Morrison Valedictorian, Patricia Lennox L ,... fp V x Iv? , ,, -, ., , I' , ,- Lg fr -' af Y 234' ,I sf a X 4' , -un. wx., K D A I i 5 oIe ..,,1

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Mr., Young thanked him for his informative and excellent. speech and for his trouble in preparing it at such short notice. The orchestra then provided another pleasant musical. inter lude despite the attempt of one of the musicians to drop his music stand from the gallery onto someone's head below. As the orchestra completed its final selection, the faculty left the stage by the side door and at the same time the honour graduates ascended the stairs to their prearranged seats on the platforma Their seats were then occupied by the staff. As Mr. Gibson read the names, Miss Kidd presented the Graduates with their well-merited Secondary School Honour Graduation Diplomas-f-just a single sheet of paper signifying five years of hard work and pleasure, failures and successes, with the successes coming triump hantly out on top. In her stirring Valedictory speech, Patricia Lennox summed up her classmates' sentiments, reminisced about the past five years, and expressed the hope in the minds of all the Graduates that they attain their goal for the future after successfully cornpleting the first big step. Following the National Anthem the staff and students filed from the auditorium in the same order as for the entrance.. As had been announced, all were invited to the cafeteria for light refreshments served by the grade twelve girls under the supervision of Miss McPhedran., Most of the audience availed themselves of this opportunity to chat with the staff and the graduates-1-a most pleasing completion for this important and mem orable event. Lynda Taylor l3A -'NQALEDICTORY MR., Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen :- A few weeks ago a small girl who had heard that l was goino to be a valedictorian , asked me what it was., At that time l wasnft able to reply satisfactorily, but since then l've been doing research, I' had stated simply, that a valedictory was a goodbye to your school on behalf of your fellow graduates., However, she soon made me realize that on behalf of and goodbye are deceptively simple terminologies.

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On behalf of - how c.an one person say anything on behalf of a few dozen other people who have each spent a few years in these part-7 icular surroundings reacting in their own .individual ways and forming thelr own individual opinions N? Goodbye - what is .implied in one goodbye ? ln. the case of any graduate lt triggers a whole conflicting mental cyclelza backward look and a forward look, misgivings and relief, regret and antilclpation, affecc. tion, disappointment, and gratitude., While we take our backward look, you the parents and teach: ers are at an advantage for you can view us in our high school years in better perspective., But .it isnlt too early for us to laugh at ourselves. Mothers, remember shoving an overwrought son or daughter out the door on THE occasion of Grade Nine, Day One 2- Zere I-lourl That was the year you had to overhaul and revise that same son or daughterls wardrobe 2- right down to the lunch box - the sophisticated casual look, you know. By Grade Ten we were experienced, worldly, poised, blas'e,, But--from Grade Ten on we have been cruelly and frequently accused of behaving as bad as and worse than Grade Nine. .l canlt remember what the accusation was in Grade Nine., Possibly we were, in reality, at our best that year and grade ninels notoriety is just traditional, There were, of course, the first dances and parties and the inevitable next morning excuses, Each year there were the formals and the seminformals -D you Nlothers remember how hectic those were but herels something more hectic: The majority of students attending this high school have daily come and gone by means of a large orange and black vehicle comm rnonly known as a school bus., The pursuit of this elusive vehicle has crem ated pantomimes worthy of Charlie Chaplin., l know from experience' l usually flapped out to greet it with my coat flying out from my shoulders B like superwoman, l have even stopped halfway across my lawn. to catch my lunch:-my mother had deltvered it with a beautiful underhand right? For most of us here, our first and last years thrs school were spent to the background sounds of growth and expansion - such sounds of growth as hammering, drilling, caterpillar tractors chewing up the yard, walls being pushed over and walls being put back up. This was really Just to test our powers of concentration, but, oddly enough, after each of these sessions our corridors were longer and fuller. lf everyone cooperated enough by dashing for the centre of the hall and pushing, it was possible to