Port Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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IF Grade 11 If everyone who drives a car would lie a month in bed With broken bones and stitched-up wounds or fractures of the head, And there endure the agonies that many people do, They ' d never need preach safety anymore to me or you. If everyone could stand beside the bed of a close friend, And hear the doctor say No hope” before that fatal end, And see him there unconscious, never knowing what took place, The laws and rules of traffic I am sure we ' d soon embrace. And last. If he who takes the wheel would say a little prayer. And keep in mind those in the car depend upon his care, And make a vow and pledge himself to never take a chance The great crusade for safety then would suddenly advance. Gwen Yeo Grade 9 THE MOON I am the glowing guardian of the night, The shepherd of a billion, scattered stars. My lonely beacon, ever burning bright, Remains unchanged through endless strife and war, Under my soft and intangible rays, At evening in some solitude confined, An exhausted soul my tranquilness will praise, I ' m the age old remedy for his weary mind. I have an air of peaceful fascination, Yet, I am known in every tongue and creed In every nation ' s alphabet formation, As most mysterious body in the firmanent. Although my beauty is not oft surpassed, It is short lived, for when the morning breaks I meekly view the glory of the rising sun, Then, as the shadow of a dying candle. . .fade. Richard Schoon Grade 13 ALONE I stood alone, The stars Their midnight vigil kept, The moon, Her everlasting cycle, And at my feet The waters leapt ashore. Darkness enveloped me And still I stood alone. The dawn Began to creep, The sun to shine, Now daylight filled the world. I turned, Disappeared, And still, I was alone. Lynne Kerr 65

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Grade 9 THE CANADIAN The annual carnage on our waterways is about to go into its lethal high gear. A certain number of live anglers will, during the ideal boating weather, become dead anglers. They will manage this transition with the horrible help of those persistent m u r d e r e r s , the careless boatmen. All anglers know these boatmen well. Some anglers must be counted in their ranks. They are the boating boobs who take the magnificent equipment, now available and turn them into deadly missiles. They do it by reckless speeding in congested areas. They do it by thoughtless manoeuvering around other boats and particularly around smaller ones. They do it by steadfastly refusing to learn or to obey the rules of our water¬ ways by which safety and orderliness may be maintained afloat. They do it by overloading their own craft and thus sacrificing their passengers to a carelessness that all too often ends fatally. I hope that just one of these water-borne wahoos will be shocked into sanity, and into learning something about sensible boating, before setting out this season. Here is a little story of how some of us, this season, could end our fishing and our lives. This story happened on one of our major inland waterways. To identify the location precisely would be simply to give some careless boatmen an excuse for saying, But it can ' t happen here . Be assured it can happen anywhere. A torn boat was towed ashore after a tragically familiar sequence. It was moving ex¬ tremely fast near other, slower traffic. Suddenly it went into a sickeningly sharp turn. As it careened about it struck another craft. Three bodies were picked up near the wreckage. A fourth body was found an hour later, floating in the path of other pleasure boats a half-mile down stream. Not a pretty picture is it? A shocking one, in fact. But, if remembered by the right people, it could lead to a far happier picture on our waterways in the tomorrows to come. Larry Moore POETRY Grade 10 WINTER WONDERLAND Icicles like swords, snow deep and white, Remind us all of a glorious night, A glorious night for frolic and folly, Making heart and soul feel jolly. Sledding, skiing, tobogganing too. O, what happiness it can bring to you! White fluffy snow, wondrous and grand, All in all making, a winter wonderland. Wendy Baskey 64

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Grade 12 IT ' S A GOOD DAY She looks quite pretty today; Hair flashing in the sun and spray, It ' s a good day to ask her. I ' ve got to figure the right way; I musn ' t forget to use may . It ' s a good day to ask her. It ' s afternoon, we ' re still on the bay. I ' m still trying to figure what to say. It ' s a good day to ask her. Oh, well, tonight there ' s a dance at the Quay ; I ' ll ask her as we dreamily sway. It was a good day to ask her. I ' m home now: just couldn ' t figure what to say. Oh well, huh , tomorrow ' s another day. But today was a good day to ask her. Allen Bigelow DURHAM COUNTY DISTRICT HIGH SCHOOL BOARD Chairman of the Board DR. J. T. McCREERY Vice - Chairman C. TAMBLYN Bowmanville D. A. McGREGOR, L. A. PARKER, A. A. H. STRIKE. Cavan Township R.I. FALLIS. Clarke Township F. E. LYCETT, C. TAMBLYN, County Council R.M. PATERSON Darlington Township C. E. ALLIN, J.F. HEYLAND, H. B. TINK. Hope Township C.J. NICHOLS. Millbrook Village DR. J.W. WRIGHT. Newcastle Village I. COLWILL. Port Hope E. M. CREIGHTON, W. C. KEYES, DR. J. T. McCREERY, DR. R.F. RICHARDSON, W.E. TRANMER. Secretary-Treasurer W. B. REYNOLDS. 66