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

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20 PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK for me to pass the torch on to you, and wish you, most sincerely, every success and happiness. Dear fellow graduates let us ever keep before us this poem, written by Longfellow- LIFE Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time:- Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. VERNA M. POTTRUFF. 39cm Qrahuates Of Middle School who left during 1937 James Cameron-Bank of Toronto, Paris. Marjorie Cavan-Brantford Business College. Beulah Coates C6 Middle School papersb-Paris. 5 Burleigh Crozier-At home, No. 5 Highway. Joyce Graham-Paris. Lucy Grulke C6 Middle School papersb-Kitchener. Verna Hutty-At home, north of Paris. Dean Johnston C4 Middle School papersj-Sarnia. Erma McConnell 16 Middle School papersj-Jarvis C. I., Toronto. Donald McDonald C3 Middle School papersj-Paris. Geoffrey Mitchell 17 Middle School papersj-Paris. Gordon Parsons C6 Middle School papersj-Leicester, England., taking a course in construction of hosiery machines. George Redfern 15 Middle School papersj-Paris. Jack Rogers C2 Middle School papersj-General Office, Penmans. Barbara Thomson-Clinton C. I. CThis student has qualihed for a Gradua- tion Diploma but she hopes to return to Paris to take the Honour Ma- triculation work later.

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK 19 7a1ediotory Mr. Butcher, Teachers, Fellow Graduates, Friends: It is with great pleasure that I address you to-night as Valedictorian of the 1937 Graduating Class. What would we graduates do without our beloved Commencement ex- ercises in Paris High School? They are the 'Beacon' towards which we strove, when in 1932 about eighty very new sailors embarked on the great ship 'Knowledge' guided by the experienced captain-Mr. Butcher, and his efficient mates-the staff. To-night from that great lamp, which has kept alight for us burning upon honour, loyalty, love and co-operation, will come the sparks for rekindling friendships. And after to-night when each gradu- ate set sail, captain of his own bark upon the great sea of Life, we trust that those students whom we leave behind will never let the lighthouse lamp grow dim! As soon as I entered the gymnasium sweet memories came back to me. Memories of Literary meetings, P. T. periods, basketball games and At- homes. Pleasant memories always live, and I am sure that the good times spent in P. H. S. will not soon be forgotten by this graduating class. It is hard to express in words our feelings on leaving school. At ex- amination times I know that everyone of us has said to himself, I'1l be glad when I am through school. Is it not true that far away fields are the greenest? In the past months we have learned that high school days are carefree days and it is with regret that we say that for us they are gone, never to return. Our years here did more than offer us knowledge. The foundation was well and truly laid during the years we spent in Public School but the real structure that was to be ourselves began to take shape when we entered this building. High school offers wonderful opportunities to develop a per- sonality. Day by day we learned to overcome greater difficulties, and just as a wall is built of bricks, character is built of days. But best of all, we were able to meet new friends and continue with old friends. Sincere, warm-hearted friendships helped us more than any other influence and as we sail still farther on we shall always remember that new friendships are silver, old friendships are gold. ' Paris High School is truly a school of which its pupils and graduates may be proud, and l know of no other reason for this than the excellence of its staff-principal and teachers alike, and the kindly interest and co-op- eration given by the Board of Education. Our teachers are always ready to give us their best either in or out of class periods. Thank you, Mr. Butcher. Thank you teachers, for your helpful direction and the interest which you have taken in our welfare. Now, after turning the pages of yesteryear, we come to the pages of to- day. You who are pupils here this year will one day pass beyond these doors, and it is my hope that the memory of the time spent within these walls will be as happy and as pleasant as mine. On behalf of the 1937 Graduating Class it is an honour and a pleasure

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK 21 Prophecy for Form V 1937 While going to school yesterday, I reached the corner just in time to see a big silver zepplin stop at the edge of the road. Startling red letters on it said: SPECIAL CENT-A-YEAR EXCURSION INTO THE FUTURE- THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFE-TIME. As I jumped on board, a Hash of white light blinded me and a voice that sounded somewhat familiar said, Well lassie, how far do you want to go? Emptying my purse, I found that my net proceeds were 200, so, figuring that 20c would take me 20 years into the future, I said, As far as 1957! Though I still saw no one, I heard the Voice giving strange orders that sounded like a night-mare Chemistry formula- 3 2 4Fifth Form of 19373 x Q20cD divided by Julius Ceasor plus H SO 2 4 The zeppelin rose, and it seemed that almost immediately we reached a park vaguely like the Lions Club playground in Paris. But, instead of benches, there were easy chairs, and instead of a wading pool, a long sandy beach with waves lapping the shore. There the zeppelin landed, and the Voice shouted: Everybody out! Change here for 1958. As I stepped out -the door, a small card was thrust into my hand, which said, Go next to Snoop and Snoop, the Deadly Detectives. Looking about, I saw James Elson over in the corner of the park, mounted on a huge box marked SOAP , He was addressing a large crowd of Knock 'Em Down Strikers-among them the Georges QGarner and Lee?-who looked fero- ciously at me as I hurried past. Soon I saw the sign Snoop and Snoop, the Deadly Detectives over an office door and entered. There I found Ruby Watts, who had realized her life-long ambition and had become a detective. While busy with a couple of clients tthey were Teresa Murphy and Ethel Sinclair, anxious to have tracked down the brute who had stolen their Inviso-Eyelashes under false pretencesj she gave me a newspaper to read. On the front page was a pic- ture of Grace Dennis and Louise Sovereign in nurses' uniforms, receiving something from a smiling official. The subnote explained that they were being given the special award for the nurse who had the most soothing ef- fect on the jaded eyes of her patients over a four-year period. They had tied for the honour. An ad. on page two praised in Howery phrases the merits of the finest appetite-teasers in the world, Luscious Tummy Temptersi' Elizabeth Maus, it seemed, was the now wealthy creator of its wonderful formula. A note added that the world-famous singer and leading soprano of Universal Opera, Rita Bradley, would star on the radio program to be broadcasted the following Thursday, under the sponsorship of the makers of Tummy Temp- ters. When the clients had gone, Ruby came over to me. As was natural to one in her profession, she had followed the fortunes of all our former class- mates, and proceeded to tell me about them. She said that- David Maclaren was exploring a newly-discovered island where he be-