Saint Pauls School - Memoirs Yearbook (Havre Boucher, Nova Scotia Canada)

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I'1 S .ALL FOR GOGD LUCK Probably it'e all for good luck as Rory O'More said, that there's a shortage of paper, otherwise we might keep on and on writing memoirs --Q Do you remember? x --- Do you remember? --- Q 'Member the day the boys made the chute to put in the coal and it turned out to be a see-saw, for the side that should stay down shot up in the air and as Billie described itz- Raymond and my-self clung on to the and like two frogs. . Wliffember all the folk dances we learned - The Flamborough Sword Dance, The Sailors' Hornpipe, The Irish Reel, The Highland Fling, Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines - the counting, toot- agg, one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight. Ae Pat said: While your right foot is aisy Your left foot is crazy, So don't be unaiey - ' ' I'll lern you to dance. . Tgking of dancing Q- wasnft it great to see James and V Pearlie ' 'F-take the floor wh le Raymond rolled the reels off the piano. Then all the songs we sang - 0 - o - o - oh Alouette. That was once that Billie could get his tongue around the French. 'Member the day vearlie was hunting under the piano for the Lilies , and we. all know what she found. Then the comedy Mm Bob Chip-n-der gy pardon! 'ffhen Billie 's accessories disappeared and he not only saved the sitmation but took the whole show with a shoe in a paper beg to represent e. cat, ami Ernest A. creeping around in his stocking soles, the v:E.ct5.m of mistaken identity. 'Member the innfromptzz parties, and the dive for the soccer 'balls at recess. . I. I Then there were times when thunder rolled and the lightn- ing flashedf' and the rough sea swept the deep, ani it 'seemed as if everything depended on a plus or minus 'sighg and as for tensesg - . someone often longed for the ggand erfect resent with neither past nor future nor zlmpezfrect. Bu -t en 'There Es no royal road to learn- ing . This 'daying holds good to-day as well as it did thoueanie of years ago. f A , ' . - All in all school days are our happiest days. It's a pity that it requires the reflection of maturer years before we can see them in their proper perspective.

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1 OUR LADY OF PERPETUAL HELP Lady from thy sacred image with those eyes so sadly sweet Mother of Perpetual Succour, see us kneeling at thy feet. In thine arms, thy Child thou bearest Source of all our joy and woe, What thy bliss, how deep thy sorrow, Mother, thou alone canst know On thy face He is not gazing, nor on us, he's turned His glance But His anxious look He fixes on the Cross, the Reed and Lance. To thfy hand His Hands are clinging As a child would cling in fear ' At the vision of the torments and the Passion drawing near. And for Him thine eyes are pleading as to us they look and cry, Sinners, spare my Child, your Saviour, seek not Him to crucifyf' Yes, we hear thy voice, sweet Mother But, poor sinners, we are weak. At thy feet, thy helpless children, thy Perpetual Succour seek.