Wainwright High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Wainwright, Alberta Canada)

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Q ade £Uoe t ClaAA. By Mabel Taylor and Arlene Catton Right by the stove, on a beautiful day, We see Frances Patterson slaving away. Then over the waves of Dinny’s blonde hair, And we see Audrey Smith still sitting there. The front of the next row and Mabel still groaning— We wonder if Arlene is the cause of this moaning. Behind her is Valerie, asleep for awhile. Who hath the heart to wake dear chile? Evelyn Patterson is any teachers pride She never complains of the cold or sulphide. Florence and her jokes, tho‘ they are a it hazy, Are enough to drive even the Grade Eleven class crazy. Christina is here, but you’d never know it. The screams from the teachers are all that will show it. The front of the next row and there sits pert Lucy. She doesn’t think sociology debates very juicy. Quietly behind her sits shy little Anne But oh what happens when she goes after that man! When it comes to Geometry Elmer’s really a flier, And he doesn’t do bad when he makes eyes at that girl in the choir. “To be late every morning,” that is his creed, Now everyone knows that “crack” isn’t for Freed. Arlene blushes when she gets that look from Taylor. We wonder now who’s gone for a sailor. Next is Kieth Hodgkiss— ' that dear little boy, But in English he isn’t considered much of a joy. Last on our list is Joyce from Spokane. The question now is “has she got her man”? Now you’ve seen our class row, by row. So we bring an end too this sad tale of woe. 28

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tffucal Q uuile £leae+t jbay. By Arlene and Mabel We’ll be glad when we’re dead, and ’neatli the ground, Where we won’t hear the bell and the buzzer resound- “Let him in’’, “Kick her out”, that’s how it goes. If we’re not in “D” room to hear morning prose. First the Lord’s Prayer, and then Social Studies. Who cares about King Charles and all his old buddies? Then geometry, square roots, or general math, and dimes. Hurrah for the buzzer—it saves us at times. Back to the chem. room, and English or die. Poor old Shakespeare, we feel sorry for the guy. “B” room, biology, beetles and bugs. We dig up gardens in our search for slugs. “Merci, Mr. Keneick, s’il vous plait, Miss Bloom”, Our French mixed with English is sure to bring doom. The buzzer at noon ends our long day of morning. We won’t be back at 1:30 despite all the warning. Mr. Lambert, Elmer Tory, Wakefield and Veitch, Let ’em stand, let ’em sit, hut during Physics they’ll preach. Psychology next for our dear Grade Eleven. The total is six, but Phil May makes it seven. Anne and Dinny, here and there, Mr. Glen. , , You may be sure sociology is in progress then. Ninth period we sit, giggle and play. Th us bringing an end to a glorious day. We add a P.S. just to say, We take home ec. or shop, once a week, half a day. 27

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We Qiltee By Audrey Smith To everyone the day shines so fair But they hurry on with no minutes to spar Anne walks in holding her nose As a result of a Chern. 2 H2S overdose. Social Studies starts, a knock at the door— I wonder who the message is for? T r r. Glen quickly walks to the door to meet Frances. The van was late, so in she passes. Back to A room hoping all goes well. Geometry in progress with Arlene and Mabel. English 2 commences at ten after ten, Dinny wishing it would hurry and end. Mr. Lambert continues with Biology 1 Wondering whether experiments are done Valerie is there in all her glory Telling the class of the pig’s life story. Elmer the only boy in French 2 Helps the others with the verb to do”. Florence and Evelyn are trying their best To endure until the noon-hour rest- The dreaded one-thirty bell rings at last, And off go Lucy and Keith to Physics class. Study period with Christina and Joyce Talking over the adventures of last night’s exploits. Audrey is giving her Psychology speech still And after her comes “Crime-Doctor” Bill. The buzzer goes and we all drool At thought of the ending of this day’s school. 29