Elmira District Secondary School - Oracle Yearbook (Elmira, Ontario Canada)

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THE ORACLE 17 take a second glance at all those new houses and streets built around it. , Strolling north, I stop at Ernst Street corner, and who should I see but L. Robertson Klinck, E. of S., the manufacturing magnate, step out of his Kuldesac Emperor . It is really too bad I can't speak to him, for he was an old pal of mine. Candi boy, what we didn't get into ll As I pass the park, I notice a group of small children playing on the ancient cannon. Pray, little fellow with the brush-cut, what is your name ? David, sir, David Rowland Jr. My papa is a Colonel in the Army, he replies. , And my name is Mildred, cries a little girl with a toy gun. Walking farther down the street, I notice the difference the town affords. A large, modern theatre shoulders its way between A. Ru- dow's Tinsmith Shop and the Li- brary. In the post-office, behind the wicket, is Mr. Ross Weichel giving Policeman Oscar Z. Schedewitz his mail. And, there before my eyes, stands my dear old acquaintance, Bruce De Vitte Ruppel. Why, hello, old friend, he cries, How is everything going ? Oh, so-so, Bruce. By the way, what are you doing for a living ? Oh, I'm running the store, and Leonard: is helping me. Sort of a partnership, eh ? Well, not exactly. He takes care of the business end, I look after the .girl-clerks. Ha, ha, you know. Sure, I. understand perfectly. But now, tell me about some of the gang. Okay, I'll just tell about any of them here anydrthere. First of all, 1 Stanley Beisel is a professional boxer, and Marie is his manager. The former Betty Y. is living out by the creamery and June Weichel is in the States, most likely in Hol- lywood. She made her first picture recently. Eleanor Arnold married -well, you know whom she would marry. Really I'm sorry, I must get to the store. Business, you know. Bless me, that looks like Wayne Pettie walking down the street. He must be in the air force, judging by his appearance. That little fellow riding on his shoulder is sure hand- some-black hair, flashing dark eyes, and a countenance covered with smiles. Well, well, how are you, Earl ? Howdy, brother, don't stop me now. In a big hurry. Say, do you know what I didn today? I was down by the railroad bridge, when I saw a weak girder. As the train was coming, there was naught to do but to hold up the bridge by the girder and let the train pass safely o'er. Well, got to be going-big hurry, you know. Must see the chief about my permit. Same old Earl, same old Brox. Hello, this must be a beauty Shoppe. On the door it says, Monsieur Pettie, H.D. I guess old Junior is in his glory. My, look at all the femininity in that shop! That looks like Ja-mes Alfred Vice hurrying down the street in the derby. I suppose he is operating the foundry now. Heavens above, what in the world is that unearthly racket? What-well, starch my suspenders, but it's an old black and yellow Ford tearing down the street! Who could be in it? It must, be-well, I'll let you guess. -NORMAN HATHAWAY

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16 THE ORACLE shout of command, I, Hannibal, or- dered Mago, Dave Rowland, to pre- pare a raft to ferry us across the river. When all completions were made, we endeavoured to get the elephants on the rafts, but the clumsy creatures fell into the wa- ter. The fright of death made them swim to the other side. On we pressed towards the Alps, whose dim shadow we saw before us. From out of a cave, a band of sa- vage Gauls, under the captaincy of Jack Strong, sprang upon us. But under the magic glances of Donald Freeman, their fierceness was sub- dued and we advanced. At last the 'foothills of the Alps came into view. A rest was order- ed. We slept, and, during an inter- val of sonorous snores, a change took place around us. When we awoke, we found ourselves in a tourist camp. To our dismay, our pack-horses and elephants refused to stir. The Cities Service Station agent, Laverne Miller, informed us that the animals needed refuelling. We filled them up with Ethyl, no- knee-nok gasoline for perfect knee action. We refreshed ourselves with cokes and cream buns. We cranked the elephants' tails, and, spreading their ears, we took off. Up we soared and, receiving a wire- less message that the enemy was below, we released the high explo- sive water bombs from the trunks of the elephants. When we reached the summit, we stopped to visit the Hermit, Doug. McKay, who in- formed us of a short cut which had to be taken on skis. We set the elephants on long marks and went down the declensions covered with snow. With an Active Voice, I shouted On to victory l We slid right down to Lake Trasimenus where we barged in on a beauty contest on Bovis Beach. We decided to stay awhile and get acquainted with the contest winner, Bruce Ruppel. While we were having a regatta on the lake, along came Fluminius, Bill Arnold, an-d his shock troops under the joint leadership of Sum, Esse and Fui, in other words Don- ald Weichel, Louis' Klinck and Keith Keller. When Fluminius came out to en- gage us in hand-to-hand fight, we despatched an envoy for consulta- tion with the result that he imme- diately agreed to join forces in a drive to buy War Savings Stamps. Was it War Savings Stamps I heard? My wounded eye was not blind but there seemed to come to my ear-drums a present day, fam- iliar hum. It somehow savoured of a classroom. Dimly there seemed to still linger the Perfect Active of fero , melodiously recited by Mary Howard. Now was I sure? No! Fero was over and done- what I really heard was Flaminius pressing on his drive to sell War Savings Stamps. But lo! Flaminius took on the familiar form of our Principal, Mr. Currie, praising our patriotic Grade XII for their splen- did response in buying stamps, and thus I awakened from my Latin dream. MARIE WEICHEL ELEANOR ARNOLD STANLEY BEISEL BRUCE RUPPEL GRADE XII. FOR I DIPT INTO THE FUTURE By NORMAN HATHAWAY f W inner Second Prize Prosej Yes, it's truly amazing lg I am walking along North Arthur .Street of the Elmira of 1961. My, such drastic -changes have taken place! The high school looks the same, but

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18 THE ORACLE THE STORY OF DORISE NEILSEN, M. P. During the last Great War, among the thousands of Londoners who ran to seek shelter from the air raids, was a fourteen-year-old girl, who to-day occupies a promin- ent place in Canadian politics. She is Mrs. Peter Nielsen, Canada's only woman representative in the House of Commons. Dorise Webber was born and edu- cated in England. She became a teacher and taught for three years in the elementary schools of Lon- don. Miss Webber wanted a change so she came to Canada. She se- cured her first permanent school at Norbury, Saskatchewan, but six months later she married Peter Nielsen, a western homesteader. After her marriage Dorise Niel- sen's problems increased by leaps and bounds. She knew absolutely nothing about farming, but through her husband she became interested in Saskatchewan farm- ers' movements. Then came the de- pression and the horrible drought years. The Niels-ens with their family of three, were forced to go on relief for three years. Slowly Mrs. Nielsen came to the conclusion that political action was her only hope. In 1930 she supported a Far- mer-Labor candidate and later she joined the 'C.C.F. Today, however, she stand-s for a Unity platform and remains a completely indepen- dent and free member. In 1939, Mrs. Nielsen was nominated as the Unity candidate, and, although' there was no money to carry on the campaign and no publicity, Dorise Nielsen won a seat in the House of Commons. Mrs. Nielsen is now living in Ot- tawa with her three children, while her husband continues to farm the land. She feels that she has been sent to Ottawa to bring to the at- tention of the public the condition of the poverty-stricken people in our great west. In Mrs. Nielsen's first speech in the House, she vividly illustrated the relief conditions as they exist at present. She feels that the people of the west are not being given the opportunity of becoming refined and cultured. How can young Can- adians, who are gifted in science and arts, make a name for them- selves, if they are not able to se- cure the proper training? Mrs. Nielsen is certainly a coura- geous woman to stand up and. voice her opinions against so much oppo- sition. She is very much against the new budget, which, she thinks, does not provide enough funds for domestic relief, and she did not he- sitate to state plainly her views against it. Her interest lies constantly in the western provinces and she never forgets the farmer and his problems. It was the farmer who sent her to Ottawa and- she will never forget that. Because of her many years of actual experience, Mrs. Nielsen speaks with firm con- viction and confidence about the problems of the west. , Possibly the most memorable words of Mrs. Nielsen are these, made in her speech against the Mobilization Act: ' Democracy is a living thing. If you seek to bind and chain demo- cracy, if you seek to keep it for awhile without letting it live, and without permitting it to exercise itself, democracy will wither, it will die. A T-GLADYS HOLLINGER, GRADE XIII.