Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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THE ASHBURIAN Soon he grew to love the masters, Did his homezvork, did his quarters, Did his Physics, did his Latin, Even did his Ancient History, Clothed himself just as the rules say, Knew the time of every roll-call. But one habit of the Redskins, Found he very hard to give up. Found he could not altogether Leave alone his pipe and tom-tom. In the nights after lights out, Through the school were heard strange noises With frequent repetitions And with wild reverberations. While our noses were offended With a smell like burning rubber. Even worse than any Sixth Form In the lab. could manufacture. Of the cause of this disturbance Not one master had a glimmer. Perhaps young Pretzel was the culprit, (Young and lissom was he sometime) . Perhaps it was the rats that scamper Even now upon the ash heap. But at last there came from England, Came across the raging waters A detective zvise and owl-eyed. Came to teach the very young boys.

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THE ASHBURIAN THE SONG OF JIMMIEHAHA. Should you ask mc zvhence tJiis story, Whence this story sad and painf ul, I zvill answer, I zvill tell you, Search the records, search the Roll-boo Search the lists of impositions. You may find the facts related, You may see the proofs and data. But perhaps you may not. You shall hear hozv Jimmiehaha, Came to live and learn at Ashbury, Came to gather lots of Knowledge In the class-rooms of this college. From the West beyond Alberta Came this nezv and eager scholar; Not a tozvn before had he seen, Not a jigger, not a sidezvalk. Not a little thing did he knozv Of the customs here at Rockliffe. A zvild and red-skinned savage was he. Dressed in little bits of moose skin. As it zvere a little naked.

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THE ASHBURIAN Soon the culprit he discovered, Speedy were his skilled deductions From the odours, from the noises. To the station, to the choo-choo, Was the criminal escorted, And lest boys both white and goodly. Should want to play a noisy tom-tom, Should want to smoke a smelly peace-pipe. Never back to this our college, Came again young Jimmiehaha. THE EVOLUTION OF EVANGELINE One quiet afternoon while a certain illustrious college was peacefully carrying on its half holiday routine of games and other mental relaxation, a deafening, ear-splitting series of crashes caused a general cessation of all movement in or about the astounded insti- tution. Even the detention class stopped and stood with rifles at their shoulders, waiting for the worst. Strong students paled, while the weaker simply fainted. Thoughts of invasion crossed peoples minds, conjured up by that staccato succession of bangs and crashes which sounded like two modern pom-pom guns firing at full speed.