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The 40s to the 70's
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A Rebel Poem
A REBEL POEM
There was a town, we used to abide
An idyllic burg called Riverside
We went to school, our plans were laid
And on the way what friends we made
Our teachers had nicknames, there were quite a few
Do you remember Jose and even Wally Balloo
Quite a few of us knew the school well
Because we were in grade one when it was Edith Cavell
Remember the gym, the old dressing rooms,
So depressing, so dark and full of gloom.
But we laughed and giggled and had so much fun
Hurry up girls, or we’ll have to run!
Get to your class the bell would ring
No more laughter, there’s Mr. Byng.
Some stayed close, others moved away.
But friendships were built that survive till today
Looking back, what fun we had
First love, broken hearts
We’ll take the good and the bad.
At Riverside High we learned a great deal,
Met many pals and learned to feel
A strong connection to that small older school
That, to this day, is so very cool!!
I remember it all so very well
There are many a story that I could tell
Mr. Bing taught our science class
I considered him good lookin’, stern and a pain in the a—
Now history class was not my favorite & certainly not fun
Except for the teacher, “Ed Wilkinson”
He was a dream, I had such a crush
When he called my name I turned into mush.
Even though, those days are gone,
The memories in my heart will always go on.
Recent reunions brought Rebels back to Abars
Recounting anecdotes, experiences and tales of former sports stars.
Life long friendships that cannot be denied
All filled with that unique “Riverside Pride.”
So many years have elapsed since we were in class
Our friends now so scattered both lad and lass
Those memories fading – I hope they don’t pass
So I treasure the yearbooks – their fine pix and word
Helping me to recall those days we adored.
Tis true we had a lengthy stay
With many friends along the way
One whose love of learning we all know
Is that perennial scholar – Jack Barlow
Brought together by our love of sweet
Constantine’s black balls could not be beat
Three for a penny and warmed by the cat
Wyandotte and St. Louis is where it was at.
Years went by and our friendship grew
We ate candies and chocolates to name only a few
But when we look back to the best of them all
The award must go to Constantine’s BLACK BALL!
Secure and happy in our little town ways,
Wide-eyed innocence marked our days
At RHS we found interests and friends,
We discovered ourselves while noting the trends
Then came the 60’s and blew it all apart
The “ME” generation was about to start.
The balcony shook and Rebel Rouser blared,
We clapped and stomped as hard as we dared
Our team on the floor below
Responded to our cheers
Go team go, Go team go
Lets have a perfect year.
We eat when we’re hungry
We drink when we’re dry,
We’re Rebels, we’re Rebels
From Riverside High.
Look out, here comes Santa’s stable of eight
There’s Vixen and Cupid (really Healey and Finnie)
Then Comet and Dasher (picture Armin and Mudry)
Also Donner and Dancer (try Trottier and Trotter)
All led by Blitzen and Prancer (hot Sam Krewench and of course Big Bob Walton)
What we were taught was mostly good.
If you paid attention you understood.
But for giggles and chuckles there was no match
Like English with Maggie Westgate and watching her scratch.
Folks knew each other, from the cops on down
We had all that we needed, in our rivers edge town
I was drawn to the water, like Huckleberry Finn
It felt a lot like Mayberry this town I lived in.
RHS was small, quaint and free
Until we grew in Nineteen Sixty-three
There was a principal named Waldo
With his crew of Trotter and Sabo
Mr. Krewench was “vice”
Vaughan-Evans was …nice
But there’ll never be anyone like Waldo
There was a town we used to abide
Riverside by name, everything to gain
With RHS’ers, it was a wonderful ride
And today, we’re very proud to claim
We were part of the best, as we got taught,
All we should do and all we should not.
We were like family then, and still remain
Some 55 years late, we’re still in the game.
AND SO ALL YOU REBELS, YOU OUGHT TO BE PROUD
FOR WRITING THESE LINES, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
WHO TAUGHT US RHYMING, IT’S PLAIN TO SEE
WE ENDED UP….. WITH THIS LOUSY POETRY!!
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