Sydney Academy - Record Yearbook (Sydney, Australia)

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JUST IMAGINE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN I F - 1. Jim Campbell and Sandy Campbell ever tangled. 2. If Active ever entered the Track Meet. 3. Hal Strug wasn't debonair. 4. Gint didn't get those letters CNO mail today, dearj 5. Jim MacDonald dropped Math. 6. Eric and Bill skipped t-o play snooker. 7. Mr. Woodill gave us those Social Problems Tests. S. Victor Gillis screamed. 9. Gertie and Helen stopped talking. a 10. Sally couldn't go to the HY. 11. Rosaline ,couldn't play basketball.. 12. Eunice N. got along without Mildred. 13. Sheila Brown came to school for a full week. 14. Betty Lewis and Bud Chaisson got in the room before the first bell. A 15. Art and Duck stopped .cracking jokes. 16. Eddie Beretta made 50 in Social Problems. I ...ggi . Fig.,- THOUGHTS, PROVERBS AND SAYINGS Mary Garland, XIIC Purchasing Powerless. NVe're grateful indeed for pre-shrunk stuff, For the pre-shrunk hem and collar, But the way things are, this isn't enough We 're in need of a pre-shrunk dollar. :Happiness sneaks in through a door you didn 't know you left open. ' If someone were to pay you ten cents for every kind word you ever spoke about people, and collect five cents for every unkind word-would you hc rich or poor? Happiness is a butterfly which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. 70

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ROADS T0 ROAM Sheilagh O'Neil, XC There are many delightful roads to roam. Some people like to wander down the main street in their home town. Some like to roam own country roads. Still others like to stroll aimlessly through little paths 111 the wood. It is pleasant to walk along busy streets. It is nice to meet your friends and exchange hello 's. You find yourself wondering where all the different people are going an who they are. Roaming down country lanes and roads is always interesting. You wonder what you will find beyond that bend or over that hill ahead of you. Beauty surrounds you, and you wonder how everything could be so wonderful. Personally, I would rather wander down a wood path. As we meander along, we can hear the small animals, scurrying through the underbrush. Once in a while we disturb a squirrel, who chatters angrily at us, calling us names, so it seems. We haven't the slightest idea where the little path will take us, but we don't particularly care. Now you must use your imagination, you are wandering the small main street running through a Swiss village high in the mountains. You see the many shops of the different merchants. Pleasant aromas of freshly made but- ter and cheese come from several of them. The people you meet there, are curious, but friendly. You cannot un- derstand them as you listen, but they give you the feeling that you are in your own home town among your friends. Now you wander along the rocky roads in the mountains. There you hear the echoes of the horn of the goat herder ringing far up in the mountains. You can see several little huts dotting the triountainside. Now you can see the glow of the flowers in the bright rays of e sun. Now imagine yourself just out.side Rome in the days before the last war. Beauty surrounds you. Chattering, busy Italians with snapping black eyes pass you. The walk is most interesting. Now imagine yourself on that same road at the present time. The road is muddy, you can see no beauty, only filth and misery. Little children run starving and ragged. The Italian 's snapping eyes are dulled by the tragedy of war. Their clothes are ragged and they wa.nder around, looking for food anywhere. The :once pretty houses are wrecks, some walls have fallen, yet people still live in them. As you walk down this sad road, you are shocked at the change war brought about. You can imagine the suffering these poor people have gone through. Now transfer your thoughts to a country road in England. Good, all is the same as before, still the charming little farm houses with their magni- ficent gardens. T1hese may have been destroyed, but all is restored and you are thankful. Yes, you wo-uld probably like to roam all these roads. I, however shall be completely happy wandering aimlessly down a quiet little path in the ,wood, not knowing where it ends and not caring. 69

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1 fx 5 fN Mr. Woodill: Who was the first. man to start the forty-hour week? Bud D.: Robinson Crusoe--he always had his work done by Friday. Emmitt: She says she can marry anyone she pleases. Askie: Too bad she doesn't please anybody. X! Mike M.: Suppose you've 'heard the joke about the roof? Vic Macl.: No, can't say I have. Mike M.: That's just as well. It 's over your head. X! A couple of old Sydney Academy pals met o11e day and were discussing this and that and finally got to the job subject.. '4What type of work are you doing now, Jim? Why, the usual advertising run, nothing extra. What's new with 6277 92 you. .. Why, I hold the position as psychiatrist at a pottery factory. Psychiatrist at a pottery factory? Yeh, I take care of the cracked pots.' X! Officer looking for recruits for the army comes up to a farmer who is milking a cow. Ilfficer: Why aren't you at the front?,' Farmer: Am I at the wrong end? ff Teacher: Johnny, explain to the class what a hypocrite is. - J ohnny: A hypocrite is a kid who comes to school with a smile on his face. X X Mr. Gillis: Name two pronouns. Gordie MacD.: Who? Me? X! Miff: I hear Cupid almost got you last week. Tommy R.: 'CYes, I had an arrow escape. 71