Essex District High School - Argus Yearbook (Essex, Ontario Canada)

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THE ARGUS A N N U A L realizes that it was his fault that the beloved Dr. Hudson had died and he resolved to work and prepare himself to take Dr. Hudson ' s place in the world of brain surgery. In time he completes his course, and having discovered from a code diary Dr. Hudson ' s obsession, he accepts it also as his and thereafter becomes a most successful surgeon, inventing an electric scalpel which re¬ volutionizes brain surgery. Around these facts a very intriguing love story is woven. We discover what the Ob¬ session really is and our attention js held until the very end. The author ' s latest book. Forgive Us Our Trespas¬ ses”. promises to be equally interest¬ ing. —Frederica Chapman THE CALL OF ENGLAND By H. V. Morton This book is a delightful companion volume to another by the same author. “In Search of England”, which is one of the most popular books on England published for many years. In The Call of England”, the author describes how he sets out alone in his motor-car in search of adventures on the high road, on one of those gold mornings which April borrows Irom June . His love for the country and its green hedges calls him north to the abbeys of Yorkshire—Fountains, Rie- vaulx and Jervaulx—to the sea-coast of Northumberland, to the Holy Isle of Lindislarne. across England to Lan¬ caster and the great manufacturing towns and cities ot the North and Mid¬ lands. His description of the abbeys is most beautiful. In the author’s own words, only the birds sing ves¬ pers now . . . the shadows lengthen, a oar ot sunlight falls across the green high altar ot Fountains, and the space between the pillars of the nave grows darker. It is difficult to tear yourself away. ' I he stones are soaked in peace”. Mr. Morton aptly describes the beauty of rural England and the fas¬ cination of the great towns and cities, and we are sure that everyone would enjoy reading it. —Melba F. Malott Russ Hill: “The girl I kept looking at this afternoon has made a date with me. Arnold Mulcaster: “You ought to thank your lucky stares.” A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW In a little home, in West Seventh Street, a young married couple sat. They were not doing as recently mar¬ ried couples usually do, but they were quarreling. And why were they quar¬ relling? Simply over a little matter of a hat. George, the same as all men, disap¬ proved of the latest styles, while Vi was accusing him of being old-fash¬ ioned. Finally, when they were tired of quarrelling, they went to bed. And so he dreamed. The following morning: Vi: “George, my clock on the wall just announced that it is eight o ' clock. How would you like to have your breakfast in bed this morning?” George : That would be fine, Vi, but who ' s going to get it if you lie in bed? i: hy George, don’t be so old- fashioned—your breakfast is on the table beside you.” George: “You don ' t mean this little round pill, do you? i: Yes, that pill is composed of grapefruit, coffee, eggs and bacon.” George: It may consist of all those things, but I would like to see what I am eating. What is that noise? It sounds like an aeroplane.” i: It is an aeroplane—it is the paper boy. Here is the paper. It came through my special tube.” George: “What ' s this two by two bit of paper? The headline is ' Money ' , and the weather savs, ' As you desire it’.” Vi: “What is so peculiar about that ?” George: ho ever heard of weather being as you desire it?” Vi: hy anyone can have whatever weather he wants. Here is some rain, and now a little sun and there you have a rainbow. Now, George. I think we had better get dressed.” George: “What is this, a suit with a zipper up it? Am I supposed to wear that? What happens if the zipper gets stuck, or if it won’t stay done up?” i: Oh. George, be quiet and put it °n. Here, put this lawn out, will you?” George: Why, Vi, what, did you call this. ' It is only a dark green hand¬ kerchief. i: That is our lawn, and it is the biggest and best in the town. We are

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THE ARGUS A N NUAL order to reach the traps, which were a mile or two from the shore. Suddenly his good dog, Bruno, that had been running ahead on a deer track, stopped and began to growl. Be¬ fore Thomas could carry his rifle to his shoulder, he was surrounded by In¬ dians who had sprung from their hid¬ ing place in the thicket, brandishing their tomahawks and yelling fiercely. The old man was brave, but he was not rash enough to fight against such odds; and so he laid down his rifle and folded his arms. He knew but little of their language, and they could speak even less of his: but by signs and mo¬ tions. he let them know that he was not on the warpath and meant them no harm. When they understood this, the In¬ dians ceased to threaten him. They were much interested in his arms and dress, for they had seen but few white men. They knew all about the snow- shoes. but the skates puzzled them. As the hunter saw their curiosity, a happy thought occurred to him. and his grav eves twinkled merrily. “Ice moccasins, he said, putting a skate to his foot, and making with his hands the motion that the feet make in skat¬ ing- “Ugh! grunted the Indian chief.- pointing to the narrow blade of the skate and shaking his head. As plain¬ ly as looks do it he made the hunter understand that he was not so foolish as to believe that anybody could stand upon those things. As they were near the ice. Thomas proposed to fasten them on a young brave for trial. The Indians welcomed the plan with glee, for they are lovers of sport. Se¬ lecting a courageous young fellow, the chief bade him put out his feet, which he did rather suspiciously. The skates were soon strapped on. and the young brave was helped to his feet. The ice was like glass, and. as he started to move, his feet flew from under him. and down he came. Such shouts of laughter as the others sent up! But the young fellow was deter¬ mined. and scrambled to his feet; but again and again the result was the same. The chief now signaled to the hunter to show them Jiow he used the skates. Thomas fastened them on with great care, picked up his rifle, and pretended to support himself with it. He moved a b o u t awkwardly, and stumbled around, while the Indians laughed and capered to see the sport. Gradually he moved farther away, whirling about and pretending that it was hard work to keep his balance. Suddenly he grasped his rifle firmly and dashed up the lake like an arrow. If he had disappeared in the air, the Indians would not have been more astonished. Of course, they could not hope to catch him by chasing him over the glassy ice and so they stood gap¬ ing after him, wondering more and more at the magic ice moccasins”. Nothing pleased old Thomas more in after years than to tell how he escap¬ ed from the redskins. —Dora Levi. V Form THE MAGNIFICENT OBSESSION By Lloyd C. Douglas One of the most widely read books in Canada today is the Magnificent Obsession”. It was written by a min¬ ister of Montreal and takes nlace. for the most part, in a clinic in Detroit. The dominating figure in the first part of the story is an eminent brain surgeon. Dr. Hudson, who is. indeed, possessed with a “Magnificent Obses¬ sion”. His only fear is that of drown¬ ing and he tries to overcome it by go¬ ing swimming frequently at Flintridge. As a precaution he has an inhalator in¬ stalled at his cottage. When the story opens we see him very much worried over his motherless daughter. Joyce, who is leading a verv wild life with a grono of the “idle rich of which the chief leader is a voting and clever but rather irresponsible fel- low—Bobby Merrick. Tt chances that one day some people rush to Dr. Hudson’s cottage to borrow his pulmotor to save the life of a chan who had been knocked unconscious bv a jibing boom, and pushed into the water. In the meantime Dr. Hudson, himself, collapses in the water and drowns as a result of not having his pulmotor. When the young chap is at last revived, he is found to be none other than Bo bby Merrick. During his convalescence. Bobby ex¬ periences a change of character. He

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THE ARGUS ANNUAL having dinner in Ottawa in five min¬ utes, so hurry.” George: I think you are crazy, but I’ll have to hurry anyway if I want to catch the trolley. Vi: “Don ' t be silly, George, and get into this Delivery Tube. Here, press this button. Good-bye. George: “Hello. Miss Thompson, take a letter. ’In reply to your re- cpiest-. Yours truly. George Hall.’ “Another Miss Thompson: ‘In your catalogue I sec-. Yours truly. George Hall.’ “All right, good-bye Miss I homp- II son. Yi: “Why. hello. George, you are on time, fust a moment and I ' ll be with you. Ottawa at last, and it took ten whole seconds to go just over 700 miles. Tsn ' t that slow service! We must go in here and get our dinner. Yes. another pill. Hurry up. George, a minute for dinner is entirely too much. Let’s leave. Ah. here we are at home at last. Ding-a-ling-a-ling. George: Who started this system anyway. Vi. who did?” Vi: “Who started what, dear; you must have been dreaming. If you don’t get up you won ' t have time to eat your eggs and bacon before catching the trolley.” ' —Vivian Martin. II-A FRENCH JOKE Sous un noyer magnifique pres d ' un village deux petits garqons out trouve une noix. — C ' est a moi”—a (lit un gar -on— “pour je I ' ai vue d’ahord— . “Non. elle est a moi —s ' est eerie l ' autre—“pour je I ' ai ramassee. Puis il y a vait une dispute violents. “Je ferai la poix entre vous”—a dit un traisieme garQon |ui passait a ce moment. Celui s ' est place entre les deux pretendants. est ouvre la noix et est prononce cettc locution. “Une des voquilles est a lue qui a vu la noix le premier. l’autre a lui qui la ramassait quant a l ' amande. je la garderai pour la frais de la cour.” “N’est-ce pas ainsi qu ' un proces se termine ordinairement?”—il a ajoute. rirant. —Mary Louise Webb, III UN ACCIDENT TERRIBLE Mardi, avril cing, une des plus grands aeroplanes des Etats-Unis a ete frappe par eclairage. Beaucoup de peuples ont ete tue. Un autre aero¬ plane a ete frappe aussi par eclairage pendant qu’il cherchait l’Akron. C’est arrive vingtaine de kilometres du bord. Les mouvelles a ete envoy tout autour de l’Amerique du Nord. Les peuples ont apprendus bientot l’accident. —Carson Radcliffe, III OUR BASKETBALL (Latin Version) Pila sporta est bonus Indus omnium, Et pueri et puellae in ludis dimicant. Sive superent sive in proelio amittant, Amnes opera sua facere optima ten¬ ant. Gymnasium victorias multas nostrum vidit, Signa quattuor muri pilae sportae abdunt. Multi homines nobiles in suas portas ierunt. Multae turmae fortesque potentes- que hie pulsae sunt. (Pila sporta est Indus certe amnium. Sed fuisse hominum solum volumus. Turn forsan celeriter mittere potuis- semus Puellas ex gymnasis hieme omnius). Our basketball motto—“primus in¬ ter multos”. —Donald Richardson FRENCH POEM Quand je suis avec vous Tout cela m’est egal Si je suis dans la salle Oil si c ' est a un bal Quand je suis avec vous. Quand je suis avec vous La nuit devient le jour Nous marchons a la cour Raconter le mal de coeur Quand je suis avec vous. —Donald Coutts, III Just Imagine Doug. Keeley—doing bis Earl Schultheis—in long pants. Maurica Weir—not talking. Wilbert Queen—an ash blonde. K. Lttle—in pig-tails. Popeye Purvis—in kilts”. €