Paris District High School - Yearbook (Paris, Ontario Canada)

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK Prophecy of 1934 Graduating Class Let us turn the pages of time and journey twenty-five Years into the future. As we stroll down a side street of a very peaceful town, we come to a small white bungalow covered with green vines and rambling roses. We see on the verandah an elderly man and his wife, peacefully rocking in their chairs, enjoying the beauties of the summer sunset. The old gen- tleman is reading his evening paper and as he puts it down, to speak to his wife, we see that it is Mr. Butcher who, after having taught school for' forty years, has retired from that occupation in which he was so success- ful. Well, mother, he remarks to his wife, I see by the paper that a cure for cancer has been discovered. It also says that the man who discovered this miraculous cure is Dr. Adam Miller. Why, By Jove, that's the little red-headed boy I used to teach at Paris High School. 'Well, well , returned Mrs. Butcher, Is it not strange that every sin- gle member of that very class has been remarkably successful in later life? And you aways used to say that it was the most backward class you ever taught. Yes, it is strange, said the elderly Mr. Butcher. Now you take Robert Cowan, the little Princeton lad. Bob after practising law, drifted into po- litics and has recently held portfolios in four different federal cabinets. Murray McGill is another to make a name for himself. You will recall that, while he was in his last year at high school, he edited the Paris High School column in the Paris Star under the name of Sextus. 'l'After his great success there, he took up newspaper writing as an occupation and now he is associate editor of the New York Times . You will also remember Jesse Jasper who is now writing short stories for Cosmopolitan and oth- er prominent magazines. Two of that class are now in the ministry, Alex. McLaren and Harold Kennedy. Alex. has a large church in Windsor, while Harold as you know is Moderator of the United Church of Canada. Harold Higgins is at present the Bishop of Hamilton. Three of the boys are farming and all are' doing extremely well. Llewellyn Depew and Will Guthrie both have large farms near Paris and Joe Meggs is head of a government experimental farm in Saskatchewan. Margaret Buck is now with the Sun Life Insurance Co., and Verta Kener- son is Dean of Women at Western University-neither Margaret nor Verta ever maivied. Three of the boys of the class pursued athletic careers. Wil- fred Ryerse took up professional wrestling, and while at the peak of his career was known as Strang1er Ryerse. After making considerable money during his career as a wrestler, he retired and bought a large interest in some company that makes cellophane. Harland Kempthorne in his young- days starred with the Toronto Maple Leaf Hockey Team, while Walter Scott, after playing baseball for the New York Giants for many years, is now manager of that same team. Donald Stewart and Verne Martin both pursued theatrical careers. Don, after several years of comedy work on 21

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK maintained in the past-and are still maintaining in the present. There is one other circumstance which we perhaps fail to recognize more than any other, ln a smaller school such as this, more freedom and privilege is granted than. is permissable in the large collegiates, where necessity enforces restrictions. Here you become more or less one big family, each helping the other. Let me take this opportunity, now to say thanks, on behalf of the graduating class of year '34, to all those who are responsible in any way for these con- ditions which we have enjoyed so much. Paris High School will occupy a permanent place, a permanent position in the hearts of us all for reasons other than the academic knowledge gain-A ed here. For many of us it is the only connecting link of our lives. Most of us never saw one another before the opening day of school one September morning, some five or six years ago. Since then we have worked together, in study and in play, up the ladder of high school life. During this period we have come to know each other very intimately, and many close and en- during friendships have been formed. Friends, Paris High School may van- ish, the latin verbs and the binomial theorem learned here, may be entirely' forgotten, but the friendships formed here will live on. Already we are widely separated, scarcely any two of us following the same path, but there is present, always, this connective influence. As the years roll by, we will become more widely separated, but unlike so many things of life which wither with the years, these bonds of friendship will become more cherished and more enduring. , Thus it is we leave. It is true that this is our farewell, yet We cherish the thought, tonight, that we have a school and friends to which We hope to return many times in the future. But now we have reached the summit. Be- d r hi h school career is written in indelible ink across our page of hin us ou g , life. Before us our roadway stretches away into the future, but before we ' h h 1 w love so well. start on that Journey, we take one more look at t e sc Ngorra le A. MCGHL ,...i..i-l. Our Autumn Leaves Ne'er before such a wealth of leaves, Such reddish-crimson, golds and browns, Have I beheld in years gone by, Or ever shall before I dieg Leaves of every kind and hue, All rustling in the .Autumn dew- The leaves, in spring, so fresh and green, To this old world new joy did bring, Made spirits light, and sad hearts gay, A source of pleasure every d'ayg But ch! the leaves of the dying year, As for me, are the ones most dear. The leaves of our blest Maple tree, Red-stained, yellow, gold and bronze, A hood of colour bright do throw O'er the hills and valleys low. No, the leaves of the Waning year Are not the cause to shed a tear. Leafy boughs of this Northern clime, , Ere their greens turn to flaming reds, Must stand the trials of wind and rain, The storms and gales, but not in vain, For no life ever showed a gain That had no sorrow, sadness, pain. The leaves of Autumn are the best Of all the whole year throu' For they, when death is nigh, display The page of life in bright array. Ah yes! the leaves of the dying year As for me, are the ones most dear. 0 Ruth Gilbert 2

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK the stage, went to Hollywood where he has done very well in short com- edy pictures. Verne has been producing musical comedies on Broadway for several years. 'Dick Murray took up aviation as his life Work and I must' say he has been extremely successful. It was he who perfected the new rocket planes for the New York to London Trans-Atlantic Airway. Delmar' Kipp and Roger Veit have been partners in a milk industry for twenty years, and now operate the largest dairying industry in Canada. Four of the class pursued the teaching profession. Lorne Brooks, after a brilliant university career, began lecturing at Toronto University and is now professor of Mathematics at Cambridge University. Jack Taylor is now director of athletics at Toronto University and it was he who coached the Canadian team at the recent Olympic games at Paris, France. Helen Pruss and Lenore Miller taught school for several years near Paris, but later both married and settled down. I understand also that Jeanette Mur- ray and Madge Rounds were married soon after leaving school. Jeanette's husband is now Chief of Police in the' city of Hamilton. Constance McK.ie' became a nurse and is now superintendent of the Montreal General Hose pital. Murray Hamilton and Henry Smith both took up engineering as occupations. Henry now belongs to the firm of Golberg, Golberg, Golberg, Golberg, Golberg, Golberg and Smith, consulting' engineers hz. Winnipegg while Murray is chief engineer of the Ontario Hydro-Electric Power Com- panyp Yes, mother, concluded Mr. Butcher as he picked up his paper, That was truly a wonderful class and it gives me aa great deal off' pride to think of how well each member has done. We return back twenty-five years, through the pages of time and see this class whose destiny I have just set forth, seated in their desks in the lap boratory of Paris High School. I must say that they do not give one an impression of brilliancy- quite on the contrary but what does this matter now that we have found out that through the course of time, this class will blossom forth, displaying its hidden genius and taking prominent plai- ees in the outside world. Russel Taylor, Prophet. C' The prophet is wrong. This student was not the editor of the col- umn in The Paris Stany ' i The class had been told to write a composition on a bitter ending. The teacher gave as an example of such this concluding' paragraph, And the ship sank. Such a bitter end for the voyage! The next day Don Simmons handed in this as his composition, t'Our dog' chased our cat and bit 'er end. After all these years, remarked Craig Sowden, who had come back after twenty years to' lecture in Paris, I miss' many of the old faces with which I used to shake hands. This is a skyscraper, announced the guide. The old lady sighed and said, Oh my! How I'd love to see work!