Galt Collegiate Institute and Vocational School - Specula Galtonia Yearbook (Galt, Ontario Canada)

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'il l' .,,, , V . ' . if . 11 . Janet EATED at one of the long study-tables in our museum the interview with our Girl Captain began. Before me sat the victim, a most attractive victim, you might even say a delectable victim. For the girl who bears the burden of the weaker sex of the school on her sturdy shoulders is a favourite of nature and gentlemen alikeg a sunny-haired blonde, blue-eyed, rosy cheeked, deliciously snub-nosed, with a sudden sweet smile. This is Janet. She is a splendid student. Although forced to miss an entire year of school, she came back and stepped into academic life as if she had never missed a day. However, fair Janet is no bookworm. On field day in 1928 she walked off with the Senior Girls' Championship. She has graced the Softball Team through three successful seasons. Last year she made the Basketball Team. This year she starred as a fast, hard fighting, almost invulnerable defenceman. Our versatile Janet has still some cards up her sleeve. In '29 and '30 she decorated the stage as Secretary of the Literary Society. Now she is the mother of us all, Captain of the feminine body of the school, elected by the girls for her ability, her sportsmanship and for herse.lf. Swimming and ball are her favourite pastimes-skates beautifully- plays tennis, but doesn't like it much-has naturally curly air-organized a kitchen orchestra for a Lit. meeting-uses only powder-eats breakfast -likes dancing-wears a great deal of blue and green-likes stories of adventure and travel-is fond of Richard Haliburton-is not averse to a sentimental novel now and then-and loves chocolate ice cream. Janet believes we should have serious little things like Student Councils and Dramatic Clubs around the School, which might promote more friendly relations between students and staff. One of the things I think we really should have, Janet insisted, is a regulation uniform for the girls, you know, tunic and Margaret Eaton blouse. Evening dresses in the classroom must be distracting to the boys. Janet likes pre.sent day fashions. She approves of long skirts for even- ing but hates them for day-prefers bobbed hair to long-dislikes the spring hats. .i'Another thing, Janet waxed ene.rgetic, I'd like to take a scrubbing- brush to a few of our phantom faces, the ones that look kalsomined, and scrub until they shone. Janet positively radiated excitement. Don't you think a tea-dance would be a great way to end the basketball season ? she suggested sudden- ly, and that is the last idea I have. No doubt the rest of the school will agree that her last idea was a great one. 37

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PAPA Tu l C U L' A A L' Pnuvrvs' ' decided that the poor old thing must be asleep. He laid down the bag, and rather timidly held a bun to the tip of the trunk. But the elephant took no notice. He patted the cold, damp trunk, but the elephant did not move. He patted harder, and still nothing happened. Then Jack tried to think how one talked to an elephant to make it understand. But even then the elephant took no notice. Suddenly, Jack understood What had happened. The elephant was dead-starved. He had brought the buns too late. The lump in his throat turned to real sobs, and he turned home broken- hearted. Jack will never forget the incident, and the shock he got when his father told him it was only a leathery, trunky pipe, coming out of a tank, to give the railway engines Water. LITERARY SOCIETY EXECUTIVE F ground-Honor Bailie, 2nd Vice-Pres.: Jerome Dietrich, lst Vice-Pres.: Gladys NVildman, Sec'y. B kground-Hume Wilkins, Pres.5 Jack Dawson, Councillor: Douglas Kemp, Sec. of Gen. Committee. 36 ,,' . 7,2-Z-F-, ,,..'-'

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AWA Tu l U Lf A Pnrrvs O, Union, Union! By ANTION ITTINGLY enough, this year, the newly inaugurated onion week and our examination week arrive at the same time. Misfortunes, of course, never come singly, and we are resigned to the prospect of having every- one but ourselves the victim of onionosis, while we exist on a frugal diet of coffee and aspirins and Latin, feeling generally cross with the rest of the world. The persons responsible for onion week must either be sworn practical jokers, or Communists, bent on wrecking the peace and unanimity of in- telligent society. Perhaps the thing was got up by the makers of Listerine or Lavoris, or Life Savers, with the sole end in View of hastening the return of prosperity by having everyone rush to the drug stores to buy their products, so as to be able to continue to appear in polite company. Whatever was the cause, it may safely be construed that the eiect will be gigantic. Each morning of onion week, as we stretch experimental arms from the land of counterpane to strangle clanging alarm stocks in the cold grey light of dawn, the aroma of omelettes will be wafted to our nostrils. But when at last we are seated at the breakfast board, and have tasted the first morsels, anguish will mask our shining morning faces,-the omelettes will contain chopped onion, when we enter our favourite tea-rooms to in- dulge in delectable lunches at noon-time, the waitress will ask us how we wish our onions. Thereupon We shall bolt those deluding cafes, and eschew luncheons during the whole week. At evening, when we enter our own hallways, tired, but happily expectant of pleasant dinners, again our hopes will fall-the odour of the all-pervading vegetable will even have crashed the gates of dinner, and we shall sit down to beefsteak, smothered in onions. It will be a week of weeping. As women all over the land sit, peeling onions, hot, unbidden, and un- availing tears will roll down their cheeks--tears neither of joy nor sorrow, nor repentance nor pain, but useless tears--tears with no meaning and no objective. It will be a week when men will avoid their friends. Companionable intercourse will be impossible, and thus intimacies will be shattered, men will grow morose and sullen, and an atmosphere of gloom will cover the earth. But the onions themselves will at last come into their own. Grocers will sell them by the barrel, housewives will cook them by the pound, and they will grace the tables of all the homes of the land, small and great, rich and poor. They will be fried, roasted, boiled, creamed, scalloped, and grilled, they will be eaten raw, salted, with or without vinegar, peppered and in salad. Onion pickles will take the place of ketchup and H. P. Sauce, and sweet cucumbers, enterprising chefs will find some way to use them in desserts. So the humble and oft-despised onion will be brought before the public mind, and under the public nose, and will gain a positive or negative pop- ularity. People's minds will be made up on the onion question. They will be through with their everlasting stalling off the potent fruit of the soil in public, and clandestinely eating it in the privacy of home kitchens, and will come out strongly either for or against its penetrating personality. Such a move will make for the equalization of the national mind, and will aid in the relief of strained mental conditions. 38