Port Hope High School Classes 1940-41
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IXA - Well! Well! Well! We have no yell because we are just 'Little First Formers' getting used to the ways of Port Hope High. We, the Musicians (you should hear us) are lucky to have as our Home Form, the Art Room, with its walls decorated with the artistic endeavours of our neighbours IXB and IXC. As we study, masques of Hitler, Prester John dancing around the fire, and the lofty steeple of St John's Church, gaze down upon us.
The eleven boys of IXA have a hard time keeping the twenty-two girls in order, but Ernest Austin can look after about five at a time so we manage very well. Carl Hagerman usually manages to swallow his gum on the way to the basket but even so far this bad habit contributed a considerable amount in fines to our War Fund. Speaking of the War Fund, we have had the honour of being on top several times. Our Candy Sale was a huge success and helped swell the Fund.
We have all enjoyed our 'Current Events Club' and feel that we have derived much benefit from the talks given by the members of the class. Our English sometimes makes Miss Foy gasp, especially when we say, 'bring, brang, brung.' Some fun has also been enjoyed, the highlights being a sleigh ride with a party at the school afterwards, and an Operetta in which several members of our class took part.
That's all - So long until next year.



IXB - Here we are at the end of our first year at PHHS. It was quite a year too with hard work for the most of us (??) and then some fun.
Two of our fun-loving students left us and moved to other towns, leaving our number at twenty.
Our IXB boys hope to soon be in their cadet uniforms.
The latest wise crack was when E M asked if there were such things as mermaids. We ought to know better, for we all know he was day dreaming.
Our form has done its little share towards the helping of the Red Cross by combining with IXC, and under Miss Foy's supervision made valentine lapel pins; our profit was $1.75.


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IXC - Class History of IXC - Hello! this is the youthful class of IXC saying good-bye to this year.
As this is our first year in 'High', we consider ourselves to be doing all right. We had an English lad in our room called Alan Osbourne, cheerful fellow, eh what? He has gone to Toronto. The girls of IXC surely like Volleyball (don't we girls)?
To Jack Lowe our representative for the 'Moon Maiden' our room wishes to extend congratulations. He was the only actor from our form.
Mrs Ryan's room on a windy day certainly makes chills go up and down the spines of some students we know. Such a creepy sound is made by a piece of tin on the outside of the school. We haven't had any wise-cracks this year except - John in Geography was asked by the teacher if he likes dates, he replied, "It all depends on the type, looks and build of the girl."



XA - We are the largest form in the school and everyone calls us the noisiest one. The 'sophisticated' form of PHHS is a common reference to XA. We started school with thirty-seven illustrious (maybe) students. Now we have thirty-six. One of the highlights of the year was our successful sleigh-ride with plenty of jumps, walks, and lots of excitement for all. We owe much to Mr and Mrs Trott for kindly opening their home to us. Our class did its share in the Operetta having several leading characters. Three of our girls made little woollen golly-wogs and sold them for l0c each. This money was donated to the Refugee Fund in the school. Our form enjoyed playing in the Interform basketball games though we didn't win any of them. These are the unusual events in XA besides our daily work which includes a few detentions here and there. But life has its troubles and so does XA. We hope to be seeing you next year as Grade XI.



XB - Hello, everyone. This is XB speaking to you once more through the courtesy of the school year book.
We started school Sept 16, 1940, and welcomed one newcomer, Aileen Ogden from OCVI, but she likes Oshawa better.
We have a humorous class and we certainly don't mix work with play. It's all play, until the exams come around, and then it's all work.
Sometimes we have trouble in French as Helen translates, 'Millette took off her dress,' while Miss Hammond insists on 'Millette pulled up her dress.'
This year we have outstanding characters in our form. We have two hairdressers (Enid and Marg), a glamour girl (Hazel), a figure skater (Helen), and an athletic champion (Marg).
The XB boys always seem to fill Miss Staples' basket in Latin periods.
Roy's shoes used to make considerable noise before he put on them the axle grease that Santa Claus brought him.
We had a sleighing party this year which left us all still and sore. We had a lovely time at Mr and Mrs Currelly's home and are very grateful to them and to our chaperone, Miss Hammond.
Our form was well represented in the school Operetta, for which we supplied several lovely moon maidens, and one sailor.
We have had tragedy too. In October the sudden death of Bill Reeve was a great shock to us all. Jack Rowe's father died in February, and Jack has our deepest sympathy.
This is XB signing off and saying 'So long' until next year.



XIA - In the upper regions of the province of PHHS towards the north, is the little town of XIA. It has a fluctuating population which depends upon the day, the weather, and what went on the night before.
We have very little need for policemen in our town as we follow all the rules laid down by our mayor (?) Mr Comfort, do all our duties as citizens (?) and respect (?) other citizens' and mayors' rights.
Our town has two mottoes, both extensively used by all, especially the latter. They are: 'Do unto others as you would that they should do onto you - only do them first,' and, 'Never put off till tomorrow what you can put off till the next day.'
We have some very noted (should we say notorious) personages viz.: Hodgson, Dayman, Sculthorpe, Martyn, and Minaker for junior, and Cotter for senior basketball. Peggy, Doris, Helen Louise and June R, also for basketball; Hagerman for that mop of hair; Baxter for music (no sarcasm intended); Huycke for those cartoons, (if you can call them that), Meldum for ornithology (bird study to you), Sim for acting intelligently stupid, and - and - if there is anyone left out, blame it on the short periods we have (and motto number two).
So long folks, expect to hear from us about this time next year.



XIB - From the Commercial Form - By scouting around a bit we found that the other forms in the school have given us 'Commercialites', the unofficial title of 'The Form of Frustrated Hopes and Ambitions.'
And the reason? Because it was a house of refuge to those who were literally washed-up from the Sea of Matriculation. It was a form where shiftless individuals could while away a year at school rather than at home.
But this has all changed Brethren and Sistern. We all have our definite, if various ambitions. Perhaps you would like to know some of them.
Hope Campin: Pavement Artist.
Fern Hodgson: Understudy to Walter Winchell.
Mary Kearns: Censored (?)
Eva Rowden: Matron of the Home for Friendless Mosquitoes.
Marg Fair: Conga Dancer at '21'.
Joan Waghorn: Chief Cook and Bottle Washer in her own little cottage.
Ruth Sweanor: Singer (?) at Sloppy Joe's.
Gerald True: Commerical Diploma.
Ray Lingard: Elocutionist.
Earl Marshall: Connoisseur (?) of Wines.
Freida Anderson: Inventor of Ashes of Port Hope Perfume.
Fred Hunt: Fuller-brush salesman.
Eleanor Halstead: Proprietress of Hair-dressing Salon (this is not pronounced Saloon.)
Mr Reid: To get rid of Fern - and a few others?
Leona Beighten: Nurse at Trenton Air Force.
Betty Waters: Old-age pension.
Helen Snell: Efficiency expert.
Harry Worrall: Master of Pitching Woo Dog-patch Style.
That's All Folks!!



XII - The illustrious Grade Twelve greets you for the last time. We are all feeling quite fit after a year of fun and hard (?) work. Starting out in September with the large number of twenty-one members, we have now come down to nineteen. But then you know the saying, quality... etc. We have had our foggy moments though:
Mary White in French Period; Unchien de taille moyenne - a dog with a middle-sized tail.
John Wickett is Geom class; "Mr Eastman is that a four-sided triangle?"
Betty O'Neill, also in French Class; Faites manger le guide - eat the guide, (well maybe).



XIII - Since we saw you last many changes have been wrought in this famous form. Instead of being Fourth Form we are now Grade XIII or Fifth Form.
This year three new pupils have made their appearance in our form. Peter Gardiner is still with us, but John Whitehouse has gone back to England. Laurence Millson has been with us all year. These boys enjoyed and are enjoying our classes, we hope.
We also lost one of our scholars, Theodore Rock. I guess the mad place just wore him down. A great many things have happened to our form during this past term. Our sleighing party was the main event, and every one of us, I am sure, enjoyed it to its fullest extent. Kathleen O'Connor kindly entertained us at her home afterwards and everyone had a full evening of fun.
A few from our Grade took part in the Operetta which we gave at the beginning of March. According to all reports, the Operetta was a great success.
Notes by the Way -
We wonder what would happen if: Elizabeth wasn't chewing gum. Bill W blew his nose quietly? Mack forgot to take Enid home? Zetta didn't say, "I can't?" Dorothy and Jackie weren't laughing? Clare didn't have his homework done? The end of the world would come, I guess... Well, the Fifth Formers must say adieu, but not without some regret at the thought of leaving dear old PHHS. From when we were scared First Formers, condescending Second Formers, wise Third Formers, lazy Fourthers, and hard-working Fifth Formers, we were puffed up as the best form here and let down as the worst, still the teachers kept on at us. And though we believe that no one can come up to our high (?) standard, we welcome you, next year's Fifth Form and sympathize with you in your trials, for there are trials. But there are also enjoyable experiences that we wouldn't have missed for anything.
So now good-bye and good luck, PHHS.