Glebe Collegiate Institute - Lux Glebana Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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UX GLEBANAGQQ- ,sg,PALERE FLAMMAM The College That Business Men Recommend STEPHEN T. WILLIS, President and Principal 62 BANK ST., OTTAWA The New Type, High Standard College for those who prefer quality, refinement, and efficiency. ' ' Our Thorough Instruction, Practical Commercial Courses, Business-like Atmosphere, and Genuine Personal Interest in every student have won the approval and appreciation of those who desire the best in business training. This is the only College in the City equipped to train students on Bookkeeping machines in addition to the pen system. All large concerns now use Bookkeeping machines. We have three different types, electrically powered. 4 We have complete,Calculating Machine Courses as well, including Comptometer. Our popular Pri-vate Secretarial Course includes: Shorthand, Typewriting, Bookkeeping, Commercial Law, Secretarial Arith- metic, Executivc Correspondence, Practical English, Spelling, Secretarial Procedure. - f - Our Other Courses: Stcnographic, Accounting, Salesmanship, STEPHEN T. wn.Lxs ' . . . . . . . . Prmcipa, . Commercial Scienceg Secretarial Science, Civil Service. Ask for descriptive catalogue. N D I V I D U A L Night SchoolwMonday and Thursday nights. Enter any time. . PLEASE NOTE, E F A . Stephen T. Willis wishes it known that he has no connection 7367 My Tune with any other business college using the name Willis. Do not , be confused. Mr. Willis owns and conducts ONLY the STEPHEN T. WILLIS COLLEGE OF COMMERCE SPECIAL SUMMER at52 Bank Street. C O U R S ES Y on are Invited to Visit and Inspect this Progressive Institution S h TW'll'Cll fC ECP CI1 . I IS 0 CSC O OITIITICECC 62 BANK STREET, OTTAWA, Telephone QUEEN 4644 flsst

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UX GLEBANAGXQKQ- CAFETER RASH, BANG, helter skelter, y they come. In a moment the GEORG A cafeteria is filled with a ravenous throng of laughing, empty boys. VV ith a sigh of reluctance, the waitresses take up their positions, knowing well what is to come. Trays, forks, spoons and knives produce an arousing African melody as they are grabbed. Ten-cent hash Cjust like mother used to makej thrown together in an indistinguishable man- ner, finds a place in empty stomachs. Soup- and what soup-is snatched by the hurrying multitude. In an impatient bread-line each waits his turn. Hot dogs and bottles of milk, for the I110St part, are consumed before the pay- box is reached. Some who have devoured their red-hots hastily wipe the remains, including mustard or catsup and crumbs, from their faces, then show the milk, pay a nickle-and get away with it. Accidents happen incessantly. A luckless chap, pushed by the jostling crowd, sprawls upon the fioor amid a clatter of broken dishes and lost victuals. The superintendent, with a baleful eye, pushes herself through the jam and with a grim request thrusts a mop into the victim's unwilling hands. Finally, with an experience which puts Christmas shopping to shame, you are through the ordeal. Now begins the frantic search for a seat. Full-mouthed gluttons impolitely decline to offer any assistance. Wildly you hunt among E QHQALERE FLAMMAM IA RUSH the feeding multitude. Ah- at last a ray of hope - a ' measly ' space between broad convulsive backs. Then, if you value your home-training, there is no room for protruding elbows. Hurriedly you eat. Soon boys will be doing home-work, and who wishes to devour food mixed with ink? Quite unconsciously you find yourself taking a bite of your neighbour's sandwich. Punctuating the general noise and revelry, merrily the cash-register clicks, and still the bread-line only thins. Sweetly-too sweetly-a boy entreats for the removal of your feet from his shoes, and woefully re- gards the mar on his brilliant shine. Empty milk bottles, left there by boys too shy to walk among the ranks of scrutinizing girls to return them to their proper places, dot the landscape. McLEAN 3-B Amid the turmoil and confusion, stalks the bouncer, an I dare you attitude in his whole being. With measured steps, he makes his round, ordering boys, usually small, and gently asking girls to be sure to throw the remains of their meal into the refuse tin. Eagerly he anticipates his reward. The teachers, of course, aloof from the pupils, gaze disdainfully at the chattering mob. Small boys, because they fill up faster, leave first and engage in an hilarious game of tag in order to digest their food. Finally, with an air of immense satisfaction emanating from your whole person, you leave. DUSTPROOFED COAL Think 'what it means in Your H ome to have a C lean Coal Bin and Basement, no Soiled Rugs, Curtains, Drapes, etc. JOHN HENEY 8g SON LIMITED COAL - 'COKE - FUEL OIL PHONE QUEEN 4428. - IZ Telephones, including 4 Trunk Lines. Head Office: 40-42 ELGIN STREET, OTTAVVA, CANADA I HOVER SIXTY-SEVEN YEARS OF UNFAILING FUEL SERVICEU 45410, I - L

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l UX GLEBANAGKQ- WA R A G A I N ' I I lConlinucd from Page 35 the industry, and so the American navy would be built of inferior materials. Only two things remain to be added-the government steel plant was never built, and in 1916 the Bethelehem Shipbuilding Company, a subsidiary of the Bethlehem Steel Corporation, received an order for eighty-five destroyers at a cost of one hun- dred and thirty-four million dollars. A few years ago the trial of the British engineers in the U.S.S.R. brought up the name of Vickers, the company which employed them. How- ever, Vickers has other enterprises besides building dams for the Bolsheviks. In 1930, at the time when relations between England and Russia were most strained, Vickers sold fifty of its most powerful tanks to the Soviets. Arm- strong-Whitworth and Company sent, about the turn of the century, an agent of theirs, R. L. Thompson, to japan and China. Thompson used these nations as tools for his company in the typical way-getting one to buy a battle- ship and then pointing out to the other the deficiency in its navy. During the war, conditions everywhere were appalling. At Briey, behind the German lines, but within easy bombing distance of the French planes, lay rich coal mines and munition plants, producing the weapons which tore the French boys to pieces. Yet at no time during the war were they harmed. Did someone ask why? It is so amazingly simple. A group of French munition makers held an interest in these works and they intimidated the French parliament into giving orders that this sector was not to be bombed. The reason given at the time was that if the Briey works were destroyed, the Germans would retaliate by destroying Dom- baste fMeurtheet-Mosellej. Of course, this would have ended the war much sooner, but the hand which destroyed human life and art treasures so ruthlessly was stayed when it approached the iron mines of the arms' mer- chants. On the battlefields of Flanders, the conditions were almost as bad. Incompetent generals nearly lost the war. At the Somme men were drowned in the mud. At Passchen- daele the conditions were ghastly, continuous drizzling rains and heavy artillery had reduced the country to a pulp. If a man fell, wounded, he sank in this quagmire never' to be seen again and his relatives received a cablegram report- ing him missing. An officer, having come up to see why the men could not take the objec- m,Y3PALERE FLAMMAM ..,,AfX +-1.-Z z .S tive, a slight hill, said with horror, My God! Do We ask men to fight in this? Siegfried Sassoon in his Memoirs of an Infantry Offi- cer says, I particularly remember, as I passed down the trench, a pair of hands Cnationality unknownj which protruded from the soaked ashen soil like the roots of a tree turned upside down. And floating on the surface of the fiooded trench was the mask of a human face which had detached itself from the skull. What was the civilian's lot-the original inno- cent bystander? In Belgium, he lost his home, his crops, in Poland, he was faced with starva- tion. In England and France, he was rained upon with bombs. In Paris, the screaming shells of Big Bertha tore their way through his buildings-even his churches. In Armenia, he was driven from his country. What is the aftermath of all this carnage? Is the world any further ahead? We are in the throes of a great depression which has practically knocked this old world off its axis. Every year more men die prematurely from causes which can be directly attributed to the war. There is no further need to convince you. War is the curse of mankind. How can anyone do his part to make this world a better place with this sword of Damocles hanging over him? A practice of the Golden Rule is what we need. War is legalized murder. I cannot ever think that it is right to kill your fellow- man. What harm had the Frenchman or Britisher suffered from the Austrian or Ger- man that gave either of them the right to take his life? He was a man with wife and children, or a mother who depended on his support. Why should they be deprived of it that the munition-makers might profit? Or does the solution lie in Britain's acting as the policeman 'ls6l