Burlington High School - Rarebits Yearbook (Burlington, Ontario Canada)

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RAREBITS gg. get Shnulh 2 Attenh Glnllegr? By KATI'iLEEN COLEMAN IIIA. Pau.vc', fnjforr you -1-0lll'l1C'-If 011 To give ear unlo my worry. SHOULD WE ATTEND COLLEGE? This is one ofthe most important questions that we, as the youth of today, have to face. Vtlhat is our reply to it? .XVe should respond immediately in the affirm- ative. If you are one of those who hurl back why I will endeavor to dissolve your why into a conviction that a College Education is all important. Vtlhen you desire to build something worth while you select the very best material and then commence working. The world demands this of you when you set about building your career. Today one finds it extremely difficult to obtain a worth while position without a college degree. If you wish to specialize in any line there is only one place for you and that place is College. If' you desire to be a Civil Engineer, a Govern- ment Zoologist, an industrial Scientist, a Teacher of a Secondary School, a Dentist, a Doctor, a Druggist, or an Architect, a college course is imperative. Thus to get anywhere in the world one is forced to attend college. You should not feel that going to College is a compulsory law passed by the demanding world, but you should seek it eagerly as a betterment of yourself. To develop and strengthen your body exer- cise is requiredg similarly, to develop and in- crease your knowledge a further education is requiredg the same applies to your outlook and general development. The intimate contact between your mind, as the student, and the cultivated mind of' the pro- fessor promotes greater mental development. The outside activities, such as discussion groups, debating, music, art, and dramatic clubs, and in short all the organizations which form the recreational side of college life are of inestimable value to you. Then there is your association with your fellow students. You are a unit of a large body which has varied interests and is following many walks of life. The essence of' youth is enthusiasm and when those about you are bubbling over with eager- ness to tell you what they are interested in, you listen and learn. This extensive knowledge obtained through contact would otherwise be denied you as your interest would not be intense enough to follow it up in books. A College Course is within the reach of every boy and girl who has physical strength and perseverance. The only person who would deny himself' all that even one year could give, is one who does not know the intangible and well as the tangible benefits to be derived. Tixzxrninzxtinn.-ze H11 DORIS Srirru It was nine bells ringing, And exams had just begun, And they all were thinking, As they scanned the questions, One by one. It was noontide ringing, And the first exam was done, They their homeward way were winging As they hurried home to study, For the next one. Thereis a liar bell ringing, i At the finish ofthe last one, And many voices mingling, And fair cheeks hot and tingling At the days to come. f. 5 Q ,, ililippetg-iHlnp J Laugh again! Play again! Dance and be gay again! Gladdest and maddest are crooning Strike up the blues! And then YVail the retrain again! All the wild ache of it calling to go. Punch in the coffee-pot! Glide to the super-hot! Partners and playmates, come boop-boo Thrill to a random chord! All to abandon. Lord! lust one I care about!4vagabond you. 29 in? .ea x it low. p-a-doo! .,,f'iif . 3 ,ff

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28 RAREBITS G.. ae. 'WB at If I he nming uf the Glnuaina as .-R32 By FLORENCE RICHARDSON SCENE I. nice place. There is a river not farlawayI - ' ' 'll be ab e to o h h f .h C I t , h y noticed, as we came over, we wi g T 6 pore O I e IIC ison Colm F5 ouse a swimming. Didnt mother say Aunt Ellen very dull hot morning in August. CHARACTERS Loraine, Elsie Iackson, Tom and HZlFl'j' Maxwell. L0l'lll.llL'1cSIttIIlg in a low swing in a shady corner reading, gets up and throws her book on the floor.j- Such a crazy story. I do wish one of those handsome men that we read so much about would cross my path one of these days. Enter, Elsie, a friend. l9'l.r1'e-What's this you're talking about now? Loraine-Hello. I was just reading one of those silly love stories. I wish something exciting would happen, I'm fed up with just sitting around reading. tsighsj. It certainly is dull with everyone away having a good time at Camp and you and I sitting here roasting in this heat. Have you heard any news lately, Elsie? IZ!.n'e-Oh, yes, that's what I came in for, Mother just received a letter this morning from my aunt who is coming up for a couple of weeks and bringing her family with her and I suppose it will be my job to look after that family of hers while they are here. I came over to see if you are going to be doing anything. I thought if you weren't you would help me. Loraine-Yvhat are they, boys or girls and how old do you suppose they are? L7l.r1'e-Oh, I don't know. Alother says she doesn't remember. It is years since she has seen or heard from Aunt Iolene, but I expect they are a couple of young kids about ten or twelve and will want to be amused all the time by some kind of childish pleasure. YVon't that be fun now, amusing a pair of infants? lvhat a cruel old world this isl Loraine-You might be wrong, old dear, they might happen to be a pair of handsome youlg men. They wouldn't be hard to amuse. And in either case I, your faithful slave, will be quite willing to help you out. lflmzie--There isn't much danger of that. Oh welll they are supposed to get here some time today, so hope they are tired and will have to go and rest after their long journey. I guess I had better be getting back homeg I have some work that I must do before they arrive. Lorazinc-YVait a minute and I'll come with you and help and then we can go for a swim before the pests arriveg it is such a hot day. I'm nearly cooked and very probably those two dear cousins of yours will be afraid of catching cold if they went swimming. SCENE II. A room in Elsie's home. Cozcmfn Tom-Xvelll here we are planted on a farm for two weeksg I do wish mother hadn't insisted upon bringing us with her when she Came to visit her relatives. Ilarliy-XVe could be in worse places tlooking around the roomj. This seems to be quite a had a daughter? Tom-Yes, she did, but I suppose she is only a kid, I don't see her around. She is likely having her afternoon nap, or is playing with her dolls somewhere. Enter Loraine and Elsie. Elmie-Ohl where did you come from and who are you? tstartledj. Yom-Hello there, I'm Tom Nlaxwell and this is my brother, Harry. Now, if I may ask, who are you? Elwie-Sol You are the cousins I am supposed to entertain for the next two weeks. I am your cousin, Elsie, and this is my friend, Loraine Iackson. L0raz'neeThen these are the young kids you asked me to help entertain. I guess it won't be such a hard task after all. We were just going swimming before the two infants Elsie was expecting to have to look after arrived. XVill you join us? QGirls go toward the doorj. Ifarry-Certainlyl Caside to Tomj. This doesn't look like such a dull place after all. Do you still think so, Tom? Tom-No, it surely Qloesn't. In fact, I' think we're in for a pleasant holiday. ' lk Pk Bk 1 A 1 ,. Q y faux I 2 f ' 0 - .4 0 ' Lx . . A x if Q S lf. M ftf If 'f . I ff ff 1... Lingus .- naw?-R21-.L Evev Male A P241 Ou. o , nav . Me. hfdmgag gidyou- D0 I T A

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50 R A R E B I T S She ilinzea 1-Im' mhrella By KATHERINE GASH, CCommercialj lane made a perfect private secretary. Like her name, Iane Brown, she was plain, serviceable, neat and undistinguished. She wore clothes that suited her, that always followed the mode, but very discreetly. Iane had not been born plain, but she achieved this effect by large, shell-rimmed spectacles and a very unbecoming coiffure. Paul XVetherby, her employer, asked for nothing better than lane. He would cross his fingers and mutter to himself Gosh, but she's good! He never told anyone this, because it may have subtracted a bit from his glory. Paul you see, was a go-getternand junior member of the old, conservative firm of Kane and Wether- by, Advertisers. The company was dying of dry rot when I breezed in, he would say to his cronies, but I've put new life into it. New ideas, pep, up-to- date approachf' He moved snappily from con- ference to conference, always 'ton his toes , as he phrased it. Always a picture of what the well dressed man wears, he caused many skipped heart-beats among the girls. Chiefly they were enraptured by his good looks-quick grey eyes, tanned skin, lean fitness and his perfect groom- ing. 'He was a modern hero! Here was Iane's one defect. There was some- thing lacking in her polite attention when Paul would interrupt her work to tell her of a new plan. She failed to be properly impressed, or something hard to defineybut he felt it. It was well that she had much work to occupy her time. For lane did not make friends easily, and, save for her work, her three years in New York had been quite empty. At the boarding-house the girls drifted off after dinner with young men, and, at the office, if she approached a whispering group of girls, they separated, and asked tentatively: Did you want something, Miss Brown? It gave her a shut-out feeling, and it hurt- Nobody suspected that it hurt, and they thought Iane's shyness was coldness. The real trouble was that she was a battle- field. Inside her small person, Gallic fire and love of beauty inherited from her French mother fought iron control and distrust of anything beautiful, inherited from her New England father. Her mother had died when she was a babyg consequently her father's ideas dominated. 'She had a picture of her mother and three beautiful trinkets she dared not wear. It would seem that the Puritan side had won the victory until that day, that rainy day in April. lane was working in her office which guarded the entrance to Paul XVetherby's impressive rooms. He was not there, because he was staying at Long Island for the week-end. It was a wet, dirty day, and only routine appoint- ments were scheduled. so he had been sure lane could handle them. Iane's mouth tightened at the implication. So lane sat alone, working. She was so busy that she didn't notice a drip-drip-drip on her rug, until a throat was cleared and a pleasant masculine voice inquired: Is there some other place you'd rather I'd drip? This looks like an expensive rug. Looking up, startled, lane beheld the wettesf object she had ever seen. Every Puritan in- stinct she possessed had a voice in her exclama- tion: Oh, dear, my rug. Yes, darling, but where am I to stand? The room is so small and the rug so big there is no space left, answered the wet object. lane flushed, whisked a paper out of her desk, put it on part of the rug, and asked him to stand there. Quite so, agreed her visitor, and shook him- self like a great shaggy dog. However did you get so wet?U she asked. Well, I was sure I saw enough blue between the clouds to make a pair of sailor's pants, and that means it won't rain anymore. Superstition, sniffed lane, you got pretty wet following it. Didn't I though? he agreed. And of course you had no umbrella, she thought aloud. Why the 'of course', sister? he asked. You wouldn't carry an umbrella. I'm sure,', Iane said. Thank you, he said feelingly. But what for? lane asked. For telling me I'm such a courageous soul. You see, the umbrella is the symbol of caution. Now, I very much fear, you are an umbrella carrier. Iane's eyes turned to the corner where her hat, coat, and umbrella were neatly hung. The man's eyes followed hers. Ah, yes, he sighed. Iane came back to earth, Is there anything I can do for you? I came to your hospitable office -he glanced at the damp paper on which he stood- to see Mr. Wetherby with regard to a contract. Mr. Wetherby is out of the city, but I am his secretary. Possibly I can be of some assistance? I'm sure you can tell me what I want to know, as well or better than Mr. Wetherby, he said, shrewdly. I am Robert Knowles of the Radio Corporation, he introduced himself. lane supressed a gasp. Robert Knowles of the great Radio Corporation! If Kane and Wetherby could get the radio account, it would be the biggest job they had had in many days. Her knees felt wobbly. Then she remembered Tom Se al, a young copy writer on their staff, who hacf shown her some of his work, and she knew it was good. He could map out an adver- tising campaign that would be a winner. She pushed a button, and told the office boy who answered the call to bring Mr. Segal to her. Then she realized that Robert Knowles was still standing on a newspaper. Oh, please, won't you sit down? she asked in a very small voice. Why the change of heart, sisteru Ifm as wet when I'm Robert Knowles as when I'm nobody. He was accusing her of snobbery, and she knew it was true. But something was happening to lane, so she cocked her head, and said: You are not nearly so wet now as you were, she said. Please step off the paper, and bundle itdinto the wastebasket, so my office can be ti y'