Peterborough Teachers College - PTC Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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omni The Reception OW strange Peterborough seemed to us! Nearly all of us were strangers in this fair city, yet it was not long before we felt more at home, especially following the reception which the staff held on our behalf on the 24th of September. Passing through the receiving line, composed of the staff members and their wives, we then assembled in the auditorium where Mr. Copp, our Principal, on behalf of the staff, officially welcomed us to Peterborough Normal School. We received also words of welcome from Mrs. Ovens, who brought greetings to us from her husband, Mayor Ovens. In her pleasing manner, Mrs. Ovens, a former graduate of P.N.S., wished us every success in the year that lay ahead, and hoped that we would enjoy our stay in the city of Peterborough. The special speaker of the afternoon was the Rev. I. Morgan, of Murray Street Baptist Church. In his address, he told us of the responsibilities we must face as teachers. To face these we must be persevering and industrious. At the conclusion of this talk we no longer felt our task ahead a trivial one, but one in which we must try to do our best at all tirnes. The program concluded with a vocal solo by Miss M. Alexander. accompanied by Mr. Charles Allen, organist of George Street United Church. Miss Johnston as hostess, assisted by a few of the girl students, served refreshments. Tea was poured by Mrs. L. W. Copp and Mrs. F. B. Smitheram. We left the school that afternoon with a feeling that Peterborough was really trying to treat us kindly, and We must try to do our best to make this a happy and successful year. -IRIS HOLLAND. Page Twenty-nine

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VINCENT SAGRIFF Lonsdale AUSTIN THOMAS r Blackwater O. T. Training HOUGH melodies sweet pour from the music room at all hours of the day, it is during noon that the deserted building reverberates with the tortured notes of the O.T.'s. These musical outcasts have difficulty in following even such simple tunes as: Autumn leaves are falling down I Red, brown and yellow, they cover the groundf' Never could one forget the mingled rapture and dread of that first O.T. lesson. Don't tell me, began the instructor, that you can't sing! Why everybody can sing! 'tNot I, came the reply-hopelessly, yet fully hopeful. Come to the piano and try a few notes of 'God Save The King' . Bravely came those quavering notes and encouragingly quoth the musician, Fine! Fine! Of the four notes in that measure you sang four flat notes. Let's try 'Happy Faces'! One! Two! Three!-Sing! Another deep breath, with the look of a cornered animal, the pupil emitted those pitiful 'doh soh's'! Sing Higher! Higher! Higher! Stand on your tip toe! Higher! As I pull your hair, sing higher! Higher! Higher! Ouch! cried the O.T., hitting three Hat notes, higher than the piano keyboard. t'Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Only the ringing of the bell saved that O.T. from complete baldness. How fortunate that Mr. Woodruff had returned at noon that day to test the bell system at 1.05 p.m. There is really nothing like an O,T. class-for either pupil or music instructor! -NORMA DEMPSEY. . M. Alexander, getting acquainted in rural school. And after whom are you named, my boy? - After both Paw and Maw. - What is your Father's name? - Ferdinand - And your Mothers? - Eliza - And yours? - Fertilizer -l Barbara McLeod was driving along a country road when she spied a couple of repair men climbing telephone poles. Fools! she exclaimed, they must think that I never drove a car before. Page Twenty-eight

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The l'lallovve'en Party HOSTS, goblins, witches, a crow and figures unrecognized, swarmed about the Normal School on Hallowe'en. Through darkened portals, they entered to be greeted by a negro lady. 'Twas as eerie feeling then to grasp the slimy hand of a weird apparition which led guests into the subterranean blackness. Peals of laughter mingled with terrorizing shrieks as along strange passageways one faltered. With deep satisfaction and loud sighs of relief, the familiar Assembly Hall was reached. Strange- ly, everyone did arrive there safely. There, a riotous round of games, amusements and dancing followed in quick succession. What a display of roller skating! The costumes,- how varied! Then the judging came. None other than Conchita was the winner, a modest Joan Cameron taking the honours. The 'tCrow was judged the best men's costume-won by a friend of Doris Fox. As pirates, Mary King and escort took the couple's award. The frolic reached its climax by consuming the products of the Home Economics Department. Don't you remember those baked apples? Thus appeased, at midnightls stroke, the motley spirits vanished leaving only weary bodies and happy hearts to cherish an evening's enjoyment. ---1- -HELEN BURNS. Christmas Party AUSING in the midst of Christmas examinations, the students and friends assembled on the evening of December 17th to enjoy some relaxation in the form of a Yuletide Party. A sing song of Christmas carols led by Blair Hanthorn was much appreciated by all. Games and dances filled in the remainder of the evening with joyous entertainment, topped off by a dainty lunch. Then came the great event of the evening when George Cronk, imper- sonating good old St. Nick, arrived midst a flurry of bells and distributed the gifts from a well-laden Christmas tree. Ross Fleming and John Ryck- man seemed to have considerable trouble unwrapping enormous gift boxes, which, much to the merriment of those viewing the operation, were found to contain one little aspirin. Mr. Smitheram was completely happy with his counting beads. After Santa had departed, the gathering enjoyed a few more dances and then all too soon the evening drew to a close and the students departed in the spirit of 'fPeace on earth, good will towards men. -l -MARION MCGILL. The Sweater Hop E JAPERS! None but the Irish could arrange a sweater hop! What, with the wearing o' green and the lilt of Irish laughter could be finer for St. Patrick's Day in the evening at eight! An Irish bingo started the affair agoing under the direction of a fair colleen behind the piano. Indade, ,twas none other than scourge of the tardy who came late himself. Begorra, whose kitty was Mistaire Copp after feeding? Did you notice he was airly enough for lunch even though some parsimonious Scot attempted to stretch a coo-pon by salting the sugar? No e'en that outrage, nor the odd discordant note could mar the fine celebration of St. Patrick's birth- day. Truly, 'twas a large aivning. Page Thirty