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

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RAREBITS 23 Starz - By PAULINE TAI-ICOCK IIIB We all know something about stars, but most of us know very little. We know, at least, that they are bright, beautiful celestial bodies, which are invisible to us in the day time because they are obscured by the sun and are seen only at night. All of us know the Great Bear or Dipper and could find the North star, but very few could name half a dozen other constellations. The stars appear to move as the earth rotates and some of them that are near the horizon rise and set. The sky thus assumes a different aspect at different hours of the night and does not look the same in the early morning as it did the night before. Some people who have to go to work before dawn see the stars quite often but probably nobody here ever has that experience. Nor do we see the changing colours of sunrise, which we sometimes read about in poetry, but so seldom pay any attention to in real life. One reason for this failure is that if we do get up early enough it is usually because we have to complete our un- finished homework, but the most important reason is that we almost all agree with Sir Harry Lauder's song that: It's nice to get up in the morning, But it's nicer to stay in bed. Scientists who study the stars are called astronomists. They have found out a great many wonderful things and speak of distances that no .ordinary person can imagine. They use figures that make some people dizzy and give others a sinking feeling. This is all rather dis- couraging to those who do not like mathematicsg so it is probably time to change the subject. This we can easily do by talking about other kinds of stars with which you are all more familiar. Some of us keep pictures of 'them which we put up on our dressing tables. In fact, some people are quite absurd about them. These are not the stars which we see in the sky, however, and whether they will all eventually go there is not known. Some people think not. I refer to such personages as Constance Bennett, Greta Garbo and Will Rogers. They are supposed to resemble the stars of the heaven in certain particulars, and no doubt some of them do. For instance, some are beautiful and possibly bright, but sometimes the imagination must be stretched to concede the latter. Then again, the figures used when speaking of these stars almost make one dizzy. Fifteen thousand dollars a week! This sum is quite dazzling and inspires in many girls a secret ambition to shine in Hollywood. Other brilliant stars who attract the admiration of the boys are Charlie Conacher, Howie Morenz and King Clancy. These also show quite staggering figures financially speaking and many boys cherish a hope of becoming this kind of star. There are many other stars of less prominence but of great importance that one might mention. There is the kind used in books. You will find they are used in almost every exer- cise of your Algebra. They mean, Look out, and mark the place where the nasty sums begin, those that you will probably get wrong the first time. The answers will be in the back of the book to prove that you really knew much less than you thought. In other books this kind of star is used to refer to a footnote. This indicates that the matter therein is not of much importance, but look out for it on your next examination. Finally, I would like to mention the stars we occasionally see in the day-time. These are sometimes of great brilliance but the circumstances are such that one usually has little in- clination to stop and admire them. The most favourable occasions for seeing these are during a strenuous game of basketball or football, while falling on the back of one's head on ice or on the floor of the gymnasium. Of all these various kinds of stars, however, those that probably deserve the most study and will repay your efforts in interest and happiness, are those that are found overhead. flbhh Zilauatzs By NINA EDWARDS IV In the life of every man there are always some things which he likes intensely and some other things which he absolutely loathes. Probably he could not say exactly why he takes the attitude he does to these things but the fact remains that he does and it cannot be explained away. In short, what is one man's meat is another man's poison. For instance, take the matter of food. I don't know why but the very mention of eggs makes me shudder while I feel the same way about milk. Pie I never eat because it is sickeningly sweet while lettuce seems to have no taste at all and gives me the feeling that I am eating rubber. Of course there are some things which I do like very much. Oranges are in this class and so are potatoes. For chocolate, plain chocolate, I have a kindred feeling, and strange to say, I like soda biscuits immensely when they have about half-an-inch of but- ter on them. While talking about eating I might mention the fact that I never like to eat a mixture of things. For instance, I like peanuts and chocolate separately but I do not like choco- late with peanuts in it. While this will probably raise a violent storm of protest from those well meaning people who affirm stanchly that eggs and milk and also lettuce are good for one, it will just as probably raise as violent a storm of approval from those other people upon whom, as in my case, eggs and milk and let- tuce had been infiicted in large quantities in the days of their lives when they were too young and yielding to resist. In support of and in sympathy with the latter has this ar- ticle been written and I hope they will take some comfort out of it.

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24 R A R E B I T S Flhr Super Slruih 571111195 By E. MANNING IV Lord Licorice Lollypop was finding it difficult to uphold his end of a long line of Lolly- pops. Besides, he had other worries! The pearl necklace which he had intended to give to his wife for her birthday had gone astray-lost or stolen. His economical nature would account for his other trouble. Ever since a confederacy of cut-throat confectioners had planted a load of contraband candies in his house by mistake-probably through being sick- ened by their own merchandise-he had been licking in order to get rid 'of them, for he could not waste them. In this, he had admirable cooperation from the rest of the household with the exception of Lady Lollypop who did not approve of their quality. However, his despotic doctor, because the lord had sugar diabetes, had prohibited him the use of these sweetsg the bills which represented this arbitrary command were appalling especially to the thrifty nobleman. Thus, an economic revolution was set up in the household. As Lord Lollypop was a pacifist, the revolution and all it represented-including the pearls which 'he did not desire to replace-literally drove him to a sugar-coated existence. At the time this story begins, Lord Lollypop was furtively engaged in unwrapping a frozen sucker in the solitude of his study. Crash! Crash! Some rabid person was demanding ex- pedient entrance-a necessity if the door was to be saved. Supposing it is the Doctor, he thought aloud. The candy stick dropped from his nerve- less grasp. He had barely time to fling the stick to the blaze in the brazier before a man burst in. Detective Buttin of fthe Large Orb Detective Agency? had followed the advice of his employers to always make a decided entry. Licorice gasped with relief when he perceived that it was not the medical monster. Are you injured badly? questioned the super sleuth thinking that a murder had been coupled with the robbery and that this exhalation was among the last. Did you permit him ingress? angrily digressed the lord, speaking to the butler who was standing apologetically in the doorway. The butler sensibly refrained from responding to the aroused aristocrat, but retired de- jectedly to the newly-established cupboard of candied apples to ias the song saysl lick his sorrows away , for he knew the chances of a day off for viewing SpiiT Eights had faded into obscurity. The detective, of the peculiarly disjointed technique, spying the red sucker stain said, Ho! -murder! Gore on the Carpet -the current mystery thriller, had come to his mindg evidently a solution would soon be forthcoming. Who employed you? inquired Lord Lollypop of the detective. I did, a cacophonous voice proclaimed from the doorway. The enigma solver was Lady Lo1lypop's secretary. It's perfectly all right, replied the lord of the mansion gently, for he was afraid of the secretary-she reminded him of his spouse. But where is my wife? Licorice went on. She has departed for her mother's and she will not return until you get the pearl neck- lace, the secretary replied with an air of smug satisfaction. Remove yourself! ordered Lollypop of the detective when the secretary had disappeared. The detective had learned not to take advice on a case, but he had another suspect-the butlerg therefore he decamped. What shall I do? recited Lord Lollypop to the world in general. Take a drink, rather vulgarly suggested the parrot from her cage nearby. A good suggestion, pronounced Licorice sampling some unsolidiiied suckers of strong scent. I wonder if she would distinguish the difference, he mused, handling an imitation necklace. This reverie was cut short by the secretary's voice which drifted in from the hallway saying, Good morning, Doctor. I will have to pay my bills if he sees me with this, for he will think it is genuine, the Lord murmured, thoroughly alarmed. He would not have enough money to purchase the Spiff Twin Eight if he did pay themg hence his agitation. He dropped the necklace into his untouched drink and not an instant too soon for the doctor breezed in. Hal said the Doctor, Sweets again, eh! This is mouthwash, Lord Lollypop replied miserably. The doctor sniffed. The peer quelled before the sniff. Suddenly the doctor withdrew a stethoscope and jammed it home on Lord Lollypop's chest.