Gordon Bell High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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58 GORDON BELL HIGH SCHOOL Women were made before mirrors —they’ve been before them ever since. “Your Hugh must be the ‘idol’ of the family.” “You said it,” snorted Mr. Haw¬ kins in disgust. When a woman’s in love she thinks there is no other man in the world— When a man’s in love he thinks the same thing. Reverend “Snowball” Rieth—“And de wicked shall be whirled into ut- tah dahkness foheveah mo’.” Brother “Eightball” Jackson — “Whirled widout end—Amen.” If it’s possible, it’s done; if it’s im¬ possible—let’s do it. Mrs. Colquhoun—“What were you doing at school today, Donald?” Don—“We had a swell time, shoot¬ ing craps all day.” Mrs. C.—“Now, Donald, I want you to stop shooting those poor little craps, you know they want to live just as much as you do.” Edelstein—“I have a new baby brother.” York—“Is he going to stay?” Edelstein—“I guess so, he’s got all his things off.” Miss Groelle—“What does ‘pas de tout’ mean?” -“Father of twins.” It is when we forget ourselves that we do things that are remem¬ bered. Dot—“Gee that one-step made me dizzy, I gotta sit down.” Jim—“There’s a swell bench at the foot of the garden.” Dot—“Thanks a lot, but I’m not so dizzy as all that.” Old Acquaintance — “Hello, Mr. Simms. Who are you working for Mr. Sims—“Same old bunch, wife ’n two kids.” Gallant (eagerly)—“May I come, too?” Kay—“You’ll never come to, un¬ conscious.” Blessed are the homesick—for they shall go home. There is only one thing that I can think of that is more harmful than drink—thirst. Mr. Gow is only a high school chemist but he sure has some hot retorts. Flirtation is paying attention with¬ out intention. Mr. Fyles is only a History teacher but he sure knows his dates. Mr. MacIntyre is only an Algebra teacher but he sure knows his fig¬ ures.

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GORDON BELL HIGH SCHOOL PRIZE POEM (By a “Schuler” of Gordon Bell) I gasped as I glimpsed her beauty so fair, As in the moonlight she danced quite bare Of ornament or dress. I marvelled at her lithesome way, Her Sylvan grace was like the spray Devoid of any stress. Her naked beauty seemed to en¬ trance Me all the more in her nocturnal dance. I gazed in speechless awe! She fairly rippled—so lithe was she! No mortal could so graceful be, She was without a flaw! I longed to take and hold Her forever there How could I be so bold? I could no longer motionless stand; I rushed to her before she was aware. Oh! Could I ever dare? I touched her with a trembling hand. I stood aghast with fear- Boy oh boy—the lake was cold! No swimming for a while this year! PRIZE STORY By Sinclair Swim For months he had been planning this out! His scheme was perfect. They would never prove his guilt. There would be no evidence, no proof against him. But if he were caught—he shuddered to think of the consequences. He dismissed fur¬ ther speculation from his mind, for now he was started on his deadly mission. He crept down the stairs; feeling his way down. Cautiously, at first, but growing bolder as he progressed, he stole down to the very cellar. There his groping hands found the object of their exploration—a ham¬ mer. Stealthily creeping up the stairs, he made his way to the fate¬ ful room—the room where he was soon to do away with that dreaded spectre haunting him. He would not be bullied much longer. It was his house. He was master, even if he had to prove it by force—aye, brutal force. He raised the hammer in his hand —claw-end downward. “This will do it better,” he mused malevolently, fingering the claw of the hammer. He crept up to his helpless victim. He raised the deadly weapon—there was a horrible crunching sound as he brought it down with full force. He struck again and again. In seeming madness he rained frenzied blows upon the object of -his hatred. The deed was done! A grisled object lay on the floor—a shape¬ less, lifeless thing it was. Algeron Pinklethwaite Winterbottom had pulled that unsigh tly nail from the wall! It Presentation Bouquets and C Corsages a Specialty ( fciilllOlTIt ' -Jw ■ o n i s i r 534 Broadway | Phone 34 621 Day or Night We are your neighbors, why j shop miles away? j CAMPBELL DRUG CO. LIMITED Maryland and Wolseley | Wolseley Grocery and Confectionery Everything for the Table Fresh Fruits, Ice Cream, Soft Drinks, Tobacco and Cigarettes We Deliver W. J. SHEPPARD Phone 37 473 for Service Percival’s Confectionery | 891 Westminster Ave. | Ice Cream Cigarettes ] Magazines J Phone 37 589 j