(Unknown author, transcribed from handwritten, Bernice Owens estate)
ca 1946 calculated using birthdate of Terry Hartin (7 January 1946).
Wednesday morning dawned clear and cold
The hockey boys so we are told,
Today will be absent from school
Ralph, Bill and Mr. O’Toole.
Last night the girls were crying
For soon they’d be goodbyeing
Two whole nights without a date
Gwen thought that such a terrible fate.
Betty for her Ralph she wept
To-the-day she hasn’t slept.
Helen for her Bill has cried.
She lost night to keep him tried.
This morning, we saw them in Sunday best
They’re going to the city for a little rest
All winter long they’ve played at hockey.
It makes them grow both long and gawky.
Of little Harvey (Harry?), Gwen proudly wrote,
He left this morning in a trench coat,
His suit looked smart, his shoes they glistened
She hopes he doesn’t come home all splintered.
Sheila’s Gerry seems quite thick
Of all the hockey boys, he was her pick
She stood on the street with swollen eye
They cling to each other with sad good-bye.
All is quiet in the northwest corner
Audrey is one of the silent
Harry is gone she sits stares
Now there is no one to pull her hair.
Now Frances is nobody’s fool
Thought they link her name with O’Toole
At such times as this
She lives in the happiness bliss.
Last night Garland with Doris was out
He told her she had no cause to pout
Cause as soon be he got there he’d write a letter
And maybe bring her something better.
Doris raised her head, wiped her eyes
When Garland mentioned the promised prize
She wondered if there could be such a thing
As a great big, beautiful diamond ring.
Rowena Silver the proud blond
Wishes she could wave a wand
And bring her Richard at once to her side
Her home forever to abide.
Clarence Hartin a family man
So, this morning to Toronto he ran
If he should take a little drink.
Oh, then what would Toady think.
She warned him this morning before he went
Not to come home with the money spent
“You know” she said, there’s a highchair to buy
And Terry must have it, or he will cry.
If all the others want to drink
Don’t you do it before you think
For you wouldn’t want your darling
To have to wear her last years fedora.
The manly father looked very grave
He said I’ve scrimped, watched and saved
So that my dear your hat may get
To spend my money well I’m not that bad yet.
He picked up Terry in his arms
And prayed that he’d be safe from harm
When Toady he fondly kissed
What a beautiful sight I am sorry I missed.
Of Clark and Glenda, we don’t hear.
Some folks, say the ring is bought
They say its love I guess it’s so
They hold hands through every show.
Of officer Bill and pretty Beryl
Around his neck her arms. she hurled
And said oh Bill please don’t be long
But I will try to be brave strong.
But sakes alive I nearly forgot
Our handsome Romeo, Bill Scott
To Doris he loves to pitch and woo
She likes Garland so shoo shoo.
Young Brandt hasn’t had much experience yet
But now Cecile is his best bet
They go walking after dark
Over near the graveyard they like to spark.
It seems so funny that to this day
Joy never speaks of Ray
His cozy corner in her heart
Has been taken by private Art.
Near the last on our list, but for from least
Brock’s girl friends have steadily increased
‘til finally Marge with starry eyes
Declares that he won the prize.
Poor Verna she feels quite put out
Her memory book is all about
A boy named Doug whose white teeth gleam.
But he’s not on the hockey team.
Jack Thompson we must not forget
He is by far the best manager yet
After each game the boys he treats
To ice-cream pie and other sweets.
