Hamilton Collegiate Institute - Vox Lycei Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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Easter Y U X L Y 4' E I 1921 U. .I. I ul I HH I I Wine, Women and Song Life in the olden days, as a Roman poet saw it: O Varus mine, Plant thou the vine Within this kindly soil of Tiburg Nor temporal woes, Nor spiritual, knows The man who's a discreet imbiber. For who doth croak Of being broke, Or who of warfare, after drinking? With bowl atween us, Of smiling Venus And Bacchus shall we sing, l'm thinking. Of symptoms fell Which brawls impel, Historic data give us warning: The wretch who fights When full, of nights, ls bound to have a head next morning. l do not scorn A friendly horn, But noisy toots, l can't abide 'eml Your howling bat ls stale and Hat To one who knows, because he's tried 'eml The secrets of The life l love fcompanionship with girls and toddyj l would not drag With drunken brag lnto the ken of everybody: But in the shade Let some coy maid With smilax wreathe my Hagon's nozzle, Then all day long, With mirth and song, Shall l enjoy a quiet sozzlel ll 1 1 l 73

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Easter V O X L Y C E I 1921 FOURTH FORM I RUSSELL WAINES, Representative. Waines- All the great painters, Di Vinci, Michaelangelo. Rembrandt. are dead, and l'm not feeling well myself. THE LOST COIN The hours you spend with me, dear mon, Are very few it seems to me. I count you over, every dime apart, My salary, my salary. Ten cents a dime. ten dimes a plunk. To earn them is an awful grind, I count each dime, until the end, And there- A dun I find. Oh toil, that is so poorly paidl Oh salary! spent before we greet. I kiss each dime, and try to find A way To make both ends meet- Ye Gods, to make ends meet! WHO KNOWS ? Our grandma never was a Hirt, Prude was her middle name. And though she wore no sawed-off skirt She showed 'em just the same. Miss jones-- Say, Miss Mcllroy, why do old maids wear cotton gloves? Rhena- I dunno. Miss jones- Stupidl They haven't any kids. WHO IN ROOM ll? lf Benny asked of her to say, What twice ten was, or three times seven, She'd glance in quite a placid way, From heaven to earth. from earth to heaven, And smile, and look politely round To catch a casual suggestion, And make no effort to propound Any solution of the question. ADS For Sale-One jersey cow giving three gallons of milk a day, a bale of hay, a small keg of nails, and two stores. Furs made for ladies out of their own skins. Wanted-A front room by an old lady with a bay window. Wanted-A pony by a young school teacher with a long tail. Bella- What part has Inglis in the play? Betty- Oh, he's propriety man. Bella- I didn't think it was that kind of play. YOU TELL 'EM Ladies from Bagdad usually buy seven yards of cheese cloth for a costume. One is inclined to wonder what becomes of the other six and a half yards. IGNORANCE IS BLISS? Miss Cole- Why didn't Moses take mustard into the ark with him? Miss Morwick- I don't know. Miss Cole- Because Moses didn't go into the ark. Ain't you had no fetchin' up? Mr. McGarvin- There will be a higher type of civilization than ours. Miss Perney- I..et's hope there will be a higher one than Coleman's. WHERE DID HE GET THE SCRIPT? Little Robbie Clifton had been sent to the drug store to have a prescription Ell- ed, When the druggist filled the order he called Robbie. Here are your pills, said the druggist. Do you want them put in a nice little box? Why, of course, answered Robert. Did you expect me to roll 'em home?

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Easter V O X L Y C E I 1921 tmugt V i E ENT 0 dioifioioio'o'uiof3figCu oogigilbgioio 0 0 0 I 0 0 0 0 l 0 0 0 o:I.l'ot QQmisfoDocciiooowriocoior.01011330 l3c30ioia 01'cf- a 0ilLroiioooi.oooolucoaoioiootowl ro-1030-.-0 0 Q 0 I I noooo.xco0O0olO0OOooooocooolooolocooolooJoolouoo3-lolom.030.3000000000000 Ivan Caldwell HE afternoon of Christmas Day, and nothing to do. The inseparable four were leisurely lounging about, to rid themselves of the after effects of their Christmas dinner. Well, fellows! What shall we do? asked Ted. who was forced, through cir- cumstances, to play the role of host to- day. l..et's take in the Lyric, suggested Ken. Nix! l..et's go up to the 'Y' and shoot some pool, volunteered Dick. No, not mel What do you say if we go to the bay and have a little game of hockey? Coshl That's a good idea Buzz. That's just what we'll do. What do you say, fel- lows? Half an hour's time found the four chums seated on a cold log on the shore of the bay, hastily changing into their skating boots. They were soon on the ice and as they skated about exchanging hello's with their friends and gathering enough of them to- gether for a game of hockey, they no- ticed several small boys skating over to- wards the channel. Dick shouted to them and warned them to stay away, but he might better have saved his breath. They watched with growing anxiety the increasing recklessness of the young trio, and the inevitable happened, when the leader, with a cry of dismay, crashed through the thin ice encircling an air hole, and immediately disappeared from view. The chums simultaneously increased their speed to a racing pace, and a few seconds later arrived on the scene of the accident. Dick had outskated the others and without a moment's hesitation dove into the ice-cold water, where the helpless lad had disappeared for the third time. The first shock almost knocked the breath out of his heated body, but he quickly regained his senses and swam downward with all his might into the dark depths below. Would he never reach the bottom? How deep was the channel out here anyway? The pain in his head was terrific and his ears ached with such throb- bings that he could hardly keep his senses. At last, after lashing around hopelessly for what seemed like an interminably long time, his hand clutched the hair of the drowning lad, only to be himself clutched in a death grip around the throat. One cruel rap, dexterously delivered behind the ear, knocked all the remaining con- sciousness out of the struggling form. Crouching on the bottom with his left arm encircling the limp body, he mustered all his remaining strength into one mighty spring and shot upward with his charge: and then,-everything was blank. as is vs How is Dick this morning, father? inquired Buzz. Not very well, son, replied Dr. Hayes, l fear there is little hope for the recovery of your chum. And thus on Christmas Day this noble, self-sacrificing youth, had given his life and his all, that another might live and enjoy the privileges that should no longer be his. Here lies an algebraic man, Who died in a collision. A motor car subtracted him, He perished by division. And being mathematical ln all his thoughts and actions, lt surely was appropriate To end in vulgar fractions. Miss Robinson- l am collecting for the suffering poor. Foucar- You're sure they're suffer- ing? Miss R.-- Oh yesl l often go to their homes and talk to them for hours.