London Normal School - Spectrum Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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ISE AND OTHER WISE Marion Ramsay The parlour sofa holds the twain Miranda and her love-sick swain Heandshe Rut hark! A step upon the stair And papa finds them sitting there He and she. And when the flood was over and Noah had freed all the animals, he returned to the ark to make sure that all had left. He found two snakes in the corner, crying. They told him their sorrow : You told us to go forth and multiply upon the earth, and we are Adders. Post Office — A nice game that carries the stamp of Mr. Clarke ' s approval. Pupil — Please, Miss O ' Neil, what makes the tower of Pisa lean? Marion — I don ' t know or I ' d take some mvself. The following problems have been encountered in the practice schools. We hereby request the masters to present the solutions at their earliest convenience. How does a catfish? W here has poor polygon? Why did the two cent stamp? How manv horses do vou think Sir Galahad? Did Sir Walter Raleigh after the battle? Speaking of Cleopatra, when did Julius Caesar? Lend a neighbour a garden rake and he ' ll come back for mower. $ $ Bob: I ' m more in favour of the Canadian mode of spelling than the American. Anne: Why? Bob: Why, take ' parlour ' for instance; having ' u ' in it makes all the difference in the world. Mr. Wheeler, while discussing rhythm bands: All the children will want to be drums — vou ' ll have to use vour head there . Deductive Reasoning: Abnormal: ab--awa v from Normal— L. N. S. Therefore, next year we shall be abnormal. Critic teachers complain of lack of concrete material in our lessons. Then, in cooking classes, Miss Davidson com- plains of too much of it. Well, well — you can ' t win. A golf ball is another thing that never stays where it is putt. Miss fetch: Why does Missouri stand at the head in mule-raising in the United States? Pupil: Because the other end is dangerous. M iss Emery while discussing a piece of junior art: Here we see a dog chasing a cat over a fence — no, no — three kittens being chased by a wolf up a tree. Earle: Do you know Art? Frank: Art who? Earle: Artesian. Frank: Sure, I know Artesian well. Hear ye! Hear ye! All restrictions from the popular but slangy saying, Go to town, have been withdrawn since the day whi n Mr. Clarke said, You must really go to town with your pupils in the country. We have notified Mr. Webster and are eagerly awaiting the next edition of his dictionary. Izzy: Yere ' s my spectacles? Abie: On dere nose. Izzy: Don ' t be so indefinite. Flattery is 90 percent soap. And soap is 90 per cent. lye. Mr. McKone says that when he is out camping, he al- ways gets up early to see Capella and the kids. True confession! Even the everyday things in life have taken on the superior advisory attitude since we came to Normal. Aspire to greater things, says the nutmeg. Do the work you are suited for says the chimney. Never be led advises the pencil. Take pains says the w indow. Never, said Mr. McEachern pleadingly, Never fold back the covers of a book because then the leaves come out. His voice broke now, When the leaves come out, it ' s .... it ' s .... (Bright voice from rea,r) It ' s spring. The one who thinks these jokes are poor Would straightway change his views Could he compare the ones we print With those we did not use. Page Thirty-one

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Ronnie s T ew Puppy Dog A Visit to Toyland ONE cold winter day when Ronnie was walk- ing home from school, he heard a sad little whimper. He stopped by the side of the road and found lying in the snow a dirty ragged shivering little puppy dog. I am cold and hungry and have no home and nobody loves me, whimpered the poor dirty ragged little puppy dog. Oh you poor dear little puppy dog! cried Ronnie, as he gathered him in his arms, I love you. I shall take you home with me and you will be my very own little puppy dog. W hen Ronnie got home, he ran into the house and called Mother, Mother, look at the lovely puppy dog I found. He is going to live here and be my very own puppy dog! But Mother frowned at the poor shivering little puppy dog and replied angrily, I won ' t have that dirty ragged little wretch in my house! Ronnie and the puppy dog sat down and be- gan to cry. Oh what shall we do? What shall we do? Why don ' t you give me a bath? asked the puppy dog. That ' s just what I ' ll do, exclaimed Ronnie. So he got a nice big tub filled with warm soapy water, put the puppy dcg in it and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. When the bath was oxer the puppy dog was just beautiful. He was no longer a dirty ragged puppy dog, but he was white, silky, soft, shiny and fluffy. Ronnie brought him to Mother and asked May I keep this puppy dog? Mother cried, Oh what a lovelv ' , white, silky, soft, fluffy puppy dog. You may keep that one. Ronnie and the puppy dog were so happy that they danced around in a circle giggling and laughing about the big joke they played on Mother. — Rose Zankan. THE PLACE OF LITERATURE AND ART —Continued from page 27. portrayed in the characters of fiction and painting — is to strengthen the bonds of friendship. And Literature and Art help us to understand not only our own people, but the people of other nations as well. We read Pearl Buck ' s The Good Earth, and never again can we think or speak lightly of the Chinese peasant. We attend a performance of Lady Precious Stream, a Chinese play two thousand years old, which ran in Toronto some time ago. and ever afterward w r e entertain a respect for Chinese drama. Every good book is translated into many languages. A good book needs no translation. Surely the inference here is clear. Good books and good Art are universally known and appreciated. Thus if Literature and Art promote universal understanding they may do much to promote universal peace. — G. Madeline Ferguson. ONE night, when Billy was asleep in his little bed, some fairies slid dow r n the moonbeams onto his shoulders and whispered to him. Wake up, Billy, wake up! We are going to play with the toys. Billy looked up at his visitors with wondering eyes, and asked: Play with the toys? How can we do that? Come with us, and you will see, they answered. They helped Billy scramble from his bed, hurried from the room, and into the soft darkness of the night. Soon they arrived at the toy department of a big store. As they stood at the door, Billy could hear a queer pattering, rustling noise coming from the room. The fairies brought him in and told the toys that they had brought Billy to play with them. Billy was very much surprised to see them moving about and playing among themselves. A friendly teddy bear stopped playing for a while, and exp lained that at midnight, when little boys and girls are asleep, the toys come to life and play among themselves. Billy had a wonderful time playing with all the toys and watching them play- together. When the night ended the fairies hurried him back to his room, slid through the window dow n the fading moonbeams, and tucked him into bed. In the morning, Billy told his mother about the toys, and she said it was just a dream. He was sure, though, that it wasn ' t a dream, and that the fairies really had taken him to play with the toys. — Ruth Fox. EXPIATION — Continued from page 29. lowered, he looked up to see a grey head appear over the rail. Through the confusion came the words, You shan ' t escape. The sea is never cheated. Days passed. The sun blazed down with savage heat upon the occupants of the little boat, and was reflected brassily from the surface of the water. He sat apart from the others in the stem of the boat. No one had spoken to him. His thirst was becoming acute torment. From the tops of successive seas he surveyed the expanse of heaving ocean, shading his bloodshot eyes. Once a feather of smoke against the grey sky ex- cited him, but nothing came of it. Queer hallucinations beset him after a while. He and that old man were together on a raft and the waves were reaching for them. They ' ll get you. They ' ll get you, the old man leered. And finally it seemed that they had. Later, when a rescuing party sighted the little boat, all who had waited and watched for so main ' days were faint with hunger and thirst, and all were sane but one. He was quite mad, and kept chanting, It didn ' t get me. It didn ' t get me. — Marion Ramsay. Page Thirty

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NAME Ruth Fox Norman Powe Doris Gent Marion Ramsay Marion O ' Ncil Tom Billington Helen Lillie Moneta Stinson Muriel P. Petch Doris Lucas Earle San borne Jean Norton Ellanor Ogletree Jean Hammond Helen Morrison Rose Zankan Frank Bagnall Anne Hrynyk Robert Harris Dorothy Long Verna Mifflin Ben Winiarz Rena Shed Marg. McDiarmid Alice Smith Elmer Y candle Ora Rogers Jean MacDonald Edna Whittaker Don Fortune Isabel Matheson ALIAS Mr. Paganini Demosthenes E. Pauline Gentson Check and Double Check The Irish Billy-Boy Lillie Pons Neta Maid o ' the Mist Dorie The Lady in Red Madame Butterfly Sadie Shortskirts Betty Co-ed Carrie Nation Rosalie Frank-enstein Roberta Ann-onvmous Lady Macbeth Agnes McPhail Don Juan Fannv Brice Miss D. Webster Smitty The seventh dwarf Miss Innocence Blondie Victoria Doc Bunny KNOWLEDGE Puh-lenty See encyclopedia E. Pauline Johnson Questioning Dark and deep B. A. (Big Apple) du Damroche We ' re waiting Mr. Einstein About dated coffee How to date ' em Limitless What knowledge? Unnecessary Women ' s suffrage Tremendous All about art 100% Ann-ologous colours My! My! The Greeks knew Patience, friends Closed for repairs Limited Unquestionable Oh Elsie! It ' s a ' coming Exhaustless Once in a while Yeah Western! Oil V stuff SKILLS Making punch Stumping Playing Indian Primary Reading Fortune telling Star gazing Singing low Doh Smiling Lead on! Seeing red Dancing?? Lah-ing Those eyes! Looking beautiful Huffman ' s Thinking Things to come Bob-skating Ukr-Ann-ian Dancing Finding Gord. Social hostess Dancing Just a ' wondering Dictionary-ing Singing Blushing Helping. . . Advertising Enjoying week-ends He ll tell you Dancing ATTITUDE The play ' s the thing More Powe to you Wahoo! Doubtful Darker and deeper A carrot a day .... Heavy opera We ' re still waiting 2B or not 2B Red ' s the thing Luc-us up sometime Melodic Where ' s that mouse? What fools men be Down with men! The road to the stars! I wanna make rhythm Harassed Ann How! Ah Hamilton! Mr. Clarke says. . . . Ten pretty girls? Tsk! Tsk! Volitional Any men? I wonder if That ' s grand Men — phooey! Yeah Toronto! Now I think. . . . Easter baskets? — Marion Ramsay. KINGSTON ONTARIO Ninety-Eighth Session opens September 26, 1938 Summer Session 1938 opens July 4. Situated in the oldest city in Ontario; ' 25 modern buildings; annual registration about 4,300; health insurance provided during session; placement office gives free service to graduates. DEGREE COURSES in Arts, Commerce, Applied Science and Medicine. Students preparing for admission are advised to write for a list of scholarships and prizes and note the nine valuable Provincial Scholarships at Senior Matriculation level. EXTRA AI URAL WORK in Arts and Commerce up to 4 courses yearly available to students over 21. It is possible to get a pass degree in Arts or to complete three years of an Honours Course through extramural and Summer School study. This work is of special interesl to candidates requiring Ontario First Class Permanent Certificates. Ask for a copy of Queen ' s in Pictures Page Thirty-two