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

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A Selection from Shakespeare Rearranged IO Suit the Occasions ' fGrade Kllll ro be, or not to be what is cos n.t Whether 'tis O1 take arms And by opposing, end him. No more, and by a sleep to nobler in the mind to against the bnemistry teacher, ro die, to sleep, say we end school ARG a thousand algebraic expressions rhat flesh is shrunk by, 'tis a fate worse lnan death. LO rise, to rung Ihe slope: perchance to stumble: ay, there's a scrubbed knee hor in that class of French what fate may fall, when we have thrown off the old Ford coil, Just give us pause: there's the respect, lhat makes fools of a graduating classn A by robee Ornottobe. IRE FIQFECI LIIZ KJean Samellsi Give to me the life I love 9 lhe life which has no worry, ine outdoor life with birds above, and not the bustling hurry. .lhe open space and wide prairie, lhe winding road and river, may I beside the mointain.tarry, . rhat great, blue mountain, thither. but if, beyond the mount I stray 10 some great beautiful sea, ihere let me live content, and say, Hlhis is the life for me!W suffer English

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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

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Late For School ,Ralph Milne IX Qi First Prize J Exams were done the day before, Then as I settled down to snore The old alarm rang loud fnd'clear, Saying the bus would soon be here. No time for me to wonder why I had just time to dress and fly! WNo breakfast, thanks'-but grab my books, Let others worry about my looks. I rushed outside in time to see That old school bus just leaving me. I rushed, I roared, I rared, I ran- Then hitched a ride with a fine old man. At last the High School cama in sight, But oh! I oouldn't walk for fright. Ny knees kept playing N Home Sweet Homey And I was shaking in every bone. When he 'ave to me that late slip, white, I wondired how I would live tih night, As I walked out the office door . I firmly resolved to be late no more. 'X JJ C aa Q lf' ,I :fri J E 'Xsiiw if-J K,,,,! , fa-, ,HL-l'X -J --s Nm K!! ' GIDL? lm- :-4- Nxxx- I Q?-5 NH ffl f It of , is A y ' I -f 5 ,I I To Q - I NX,-Y, v 1 f ig'-ui If Nil: 'isa' 153- ff I, 4' 'Q13Nf f W -4 -V,-- N21 ' I 1-.. ffl' ,,,-'- x ff' ' - ff-' : .i . 1 I X , c 4 ?d 46'-.41 p,,,lyflr fl ',,p- Aish- If ,f ' J - f I n ' I it -XT., ' XX ' ' lx 1,553 gif' . -IX. Edd. 1 2 rffdrpfgf,-L,.f .,..