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

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Homework By Arlene Catton The staff how they fret and froth and fume When we complain of the cold in dear old D” room. That’s nothing compared to the fuss that they make When we huff about homework that keeps us awake. Social Studies, essays, history and dates— They taunt us, they haunt us, and fill us with h ates. Geometry questions, they buzz in my head; Tory comes to the rescue before I’m quite dead. The moon, and junk jewellry, what essay material— I speak now of English, the subject ethereal. “B” room, Biology, beetles and snakes Oh for these poems I do love to make. But talk about homework, Biology beats all. In search of assignments we get down and crawl. French, now really need we talk about that? Am I naturally dumb or does it knock everyone flat? Will I never finish this homework tonight? Now to that Physics, my what a sad plight! Psychology, more homework I don’t really abhor. But when I could be at tennis, gosh what a bore! Home Ec. What a hope, there fly my four credits. Sewing and cooking and cleaning—I dread it. So there my dear teachers is the plight of the student: We work and we slave because we are prudent. (Air teachers, we plead for less homework next year. Be kind, lie considerate and make yourselves dear. 43

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While the rest of the class think it’s just a bore. It’s really too funny we can’t invent “Yet there’s hope for Marg. Eisel” we others lament We wonder why Beatrice will never remark. It’s likely ’cause Fred beats her to it with his lumbering bark. Now up to “B” room for singing and theory; Glenn says, “These songs are simply dreary’’ Now Pat’s voice is heard all over the school, And sometimes we think he is trying to fool; But we know Pat, the dear little soul. And we know that someday he’ll reach his goal. The next period is marked down as a spare. Stub never gets her work done, but she doesn’t care. “It’s Geometry Class,” our teacher now says, But Margaret Steele just sits still and plays, ’Cause in her work she really is tops— Even in math, she never really flops. And now as the end of the school day draws near, Mr. Keinick is kind, but we sometimes fear That the homework he gives us will last too long, And the Grade Nine kids won’t have time for ping-pong. But who gets the credit if we all get through— It’s Mr. Keinick, our teacher, who taught us anew. Our thanks to our teachers we sincerely extend As a perfect school term draws near to an end.

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OUR 1945-46 HOCKEY TEAM Addie Coleman, Paul Dorinski, Bill Sheffield, Ed. Ringrose, Robert Stinert, Bob Wilbraham, Doug. Ringrose, John Kile, Phil. May, Charles Pollock, Dinny Gander-