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Form News As I sit at my desk with a well-chewed pencil in my hand, I recall that day in September. For many, it was a day of excitement and a reunion with old friends. For others it was that dreaded time, introducing a year of tiresome, pleasureless, toil. I remember the moment when I sat clutching my friend's hand hoping we wouldn't be separated. Then came the announcement! We were to become members of the new class of 9E. Now we have adjusted ourselves to high school life and are part of the pattern. 9E has made its presence felt. Cathy Pomeroy is our Student's Council rep., while our athletic endeavours are co-ordinated by Robert Perry and Irene Andrzejewski who is worthy of her position as Junior Field Day Champ. Pam Long and Bruce Burley are busy considering the May Musicale; while Joanne Neck displays her talent in the Dramatic Society. Lastly, Jan Wrathall, who is busy writing form news for the Blue 'n' White. That's only part of the crowd, I'm pleased to present the rest to you. Lesley Tracy hiccoughs her way through French class. Claude Harness never fails to forget his text book at least once a day. Priscilla Carrier, a favourite of all, has the class laughing hysterically much of the time. At the back of the class that small group of 'angels', Ray McCool, Wayne Ough, Bob Barrie and the Moore Brothers, sit and invent diabolical plans for annoying girls. Arden Piggot leads the class with his star kick off d u r i n g the football season. Dave Murray, our intellectual giant, usually takes the floor in telling his family's history or what he viewed on television the previous night. Ronnie Joice specializes in French, despite his problem of forgetting his notebook, glasses, or not seeing (B) section of every other exercise. Roger Wigmore is coming along fine; the other day he was seen doing the Mexican Hat Rock with an attractive partner. Our music classes are usually quite fantastic. Bruce Madge with his trombone and Henry Walsh on the French horn, add to the merriment. Bonnie Fenton usually has to explain why her mother won't let her take the saxaphone home. This completes the personnel of our form, now you have met us all. The class of 9E is humorous and at times ridiculous, but not more than any other grade nine. Our goal lies at the top and we have only begun our climb. With the help of our considerate and efficient form teacher, Mr Hass, we will get well on the way to many successful years at Port Hope High School. Janis Wrathall