Port Perry High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Port Perry, Ontario Canada)

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i 5. 3 ' v'Q31 ,- Home Thei The Uith The HThi The That Bu The Ten The The The But Home They When Thev i3?e.i THE PABKETPALT GATE Eleanor Bratazon Xll CSeconC Prizel ca'e the team, fefeateo, r faces without 5 srile, trip tack home was silen heartbreak in every mile. ta team has started with gusto, s name is an easy win, other team is a poor one, Ys the way theyYve always beeh.W time for the ' az's'good record t elfs LS , CThey were ChdMfiOHS for many a vearl, score at half-time was awful, baskets behind, I fear. cheer-leaders looked t'eir trifhtest fans all yelled themselves 'oarse, team all tried t eir haroest the score got Horse ano Worse. t'ey went for tore prfctice, 'll heed vor' pep auf drive, Port Perry plavs in their school, 'll use teh 1eu.aGaihst five, ' 1 A . '-. '.5 ' .2 'f ', :L ' ymkib X --M24 . ' -' ' N . 1

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' -'V T ' 'FFT' J1 - 1.J.L Iefbel ZUUTUEH Il ffirst Piilel Gifee XI, TTI, TIII is I look over on the hill, I see the Herk trees etaheihg still Behind them lies the crimson eKy5 Which makes i eight to please the eye Below, the snow lies soft :nd white, Tinted to mzke m pure Helight. Wiile overhe F the sky is blue, Blended with 2 crefmy hue. The moon soon rises full fHH bright To tell us it ie coming night, The sun is vfniehe6 new fR5 lone, But we eUjOyeH it while it shone. This scene that Iother V ture mffe Was there to Elease ue, then to ffd AHH lefve us with our drefm Of the befuteous sunset so supreme. 'M ,i imbetife V gy jr? Corger rf it G

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QHURT GJUPPF Qlll Lamb CThird Prizel At Christmas time I went to Guelph To ponder ways to make my wealth, At O. A. C. they teach us hicks The how, and why, machinery ticks Don and Bob they roomed with me Ray and Jose with Paddy Lee, Took a clock so wouldn't sleep late Wanted some time for the breadfast plate Classes and lectures, pop galore Don't think for a moment we couldn't drink more And then it was ended, time to go home Short course was over, so is this poem. 1 An Old Jalopy Peter Carswell CThird Prizel I rather think they built her in She rattles and she wheezes when She sputters and she groans with Because she's over twenty and is But Its And The we love that dear old car of some good old used car lot ever we have to stop loud and anguished moans acking in her bones oursg its part of us you see walk, its run, its horn that's done, its torx upholstery every trip that we partake is like a guessing game thrills and chills of climbing hills and roaring down again S9 Q'-pl!! f liiivjw 'JI fi. fx fb. .mtg by Rl 1, 4,3 5 X x ef 1,2