Indian Head Collegiate - Whisper Yearbook (Indian Head, Saskatchewan Canada)

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10 THE WHISPER stood a complete destruction of the “Lab” and I see—Oh ! Oh ! You’ve upset my goldfish, I was keeping in alcohol and he must be drowned,” as Prof. Jackson changed his tone from one of reproach to that of bitter sorrow. Berry observed a goldfish flopping and flipping disconsolately on the floor. “Drunk,” he soliloquized. After restoring the fish to his unique domicile, the Prof, formally presented Berry with the permission to use the “Lab”, “just once more”, a thing he had done every night for a month. Just then the telephone rang, so Prof. Jackson sprinted up two flights of stairs across a landing and answered the tele¬ phone. He was informed that Mrs. Green would call at six o’clock the following night and could she see Berry, if she did? She could, and so she said she would come. The Professor informed Berry of the coming visitor and then he said, “Berry, somehow your mother’s voice sounded familiar to me, can you think of any rea¬ son why it should ?” “I dunno, but were you ever at Indian Head ?” “Indian Head ? Of course, I went to Indian Head Collegiate.” “Well, so did mother, she was married there too, but now she’s a widow.” “Oh, perhaps I shall remember her when I meet her.” Next night arrived and with it half past five. Prof. Jackson could hear nq sound in the “Lab.” He was thinking that perhaps Berry might really discover something worthwhile, when he heard a, foot-fall. Glancing up, he expected tq see Berry, but instead a pleasant faced dark haired lady was entering the room, “Grace !” jumping up, he upset an ink bottle down the front of his suit and all along his coat sleeve, however that de¬ terred him not at all, in a moment Grace was in his arms. “Grace Badenoch !” “Green,” she corrected. “Where have you been since we left school ” “Well, first I married Arthur and he died and then I met Green—but where’s Berry ?” “We will go and see,” conceded the Professor, blissfully ignorant of his some¬ what addled aspect. And so hand in hand they travelled down the stairs to the “Lab” and there they found an inert Berry seemingly un¬ able to move. “Berry !” screamed his mother. “Berry !” echoed the Professor. “Kick me, prick me or something,” whispered Berry in a quavering voice. The Prof, did so and Berry’s face lit up with joy. “I’ve discovered it at last,” he said, but I took a two hour dose, I’ll be alright in five minutes.” During those five minutes, the happy pair moved out of Berry’s sight. As soon as he recovered he shouted, “Dr. R. M. Dewar said he’d get me millions if I got it; we’ll be rich forever.” Prof. Jackson and his soon-to-be-bride scarcely heard him though the latter murmured, “I wonder if there’s a pain¬ less method to get ink off one’s neck ?” BETTY GRAY Grade XII

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THE WHISPER 9 Thirty Years After “What !” You’ve broken another of those expensive test-tubes ?” “I have, sir,” came sorrowfully from a somewhat shabbily dressed youth of about twenty years. The scene was a chemistry labora¬ tory in a prominent Canadian Univer¬ sity, the time ten to six, and the only persons in sight were Prof. Jackson, the lean-faced teacher of chemistry, and the aforementioned youth, Berry Green or rather “Green-berry,” as he was commonly called by his associates.. The “Prof.” at first glance appeared a stern and cantankerous individual, but in spite of the scowls and his brusque manner, he seemed to have a soft spot in his heart for “Green-berry,” the would-be scientist. Had it not been for him Prof. Jackson would long ago have been reading “Scientific Endeavors of the Hottentots” by R. Williamson, M.D., or “The Psychological and Theo¬ logical Processes of Woman’s Mind,” written by his colleague and friend M. M. Faryon, but as it was “Green-berry” and chemistry experimenting were in¬ separable, so Prof. Jackson very kindly stayed around the “Lab” until Berry should deem his experimenting for that night sufficient. And as had often been the case hitherto, Berry had had an ac¬ cident. Berry always experimented with med¬ icines, new explosives or fireworks and such like harmless things. Afterwards he tried them out on stray cats or dogs. If his latest invention in the medical world proved fatal to a cat, he deemed it unworthy of human consumption and promptly destroyed his formula. But to go back to that sad conversa¬ tion of Prof. Jackson and Berry. “You see, sir (Berry always said ‘sir; when in distress) I was mixing ether and chloroform with that new acid I made last night, to make an anaesthetic which would deaden pain and yet leave a patient conscious.” “Yes, but how did you break another test-tube ?” “Well, you see, sir, it was like this— the hypochlorus-aluminium magnesite (that’s what I call my new acid) bottle was here and a bottle of nitro-glycerine there. The bottles were just alike, you see, only one was there and one was here—no, I mean, one was here and one was there. And just by the merest ac¬ cident I added nitro-glycerine (at least I think that’s what I must have done) to my mixture of ether and chloroform. There was a slight explosion, sir, and now there are pieces of test-tube all over the ‘Lab’.” “You, you added nitro glycerine to chloroform and ether—you had an ex¬ plosion in the ‘Lab”—you come to me saying you broke a test-tube. I bet the Lab’s wrecked, corroded and in a state of -of-of delapidation.” (M. M. Faryon had mentioned “delapidation of woman’s mind” in his popular book, favored by Prof. Jackson, i.e., “The Psychological and Theological Processes of Woman’s Mind”). Having used that powerful word, Prof. Gordon Jackson stopped speechless with horror at the scene his imagination created in the “Lab.” The next moment Berry and the Pro¬ fessor were proceeding labwards, Berry earnestly proclaiming— “I’m sorry Sal-er-Professor, but I really think I’ll be successful with that anaes¬ thetic yet, give me only to-morrow night and then I’ll have my fortune made, pay for all my accidents, and I’ll ap¬ point you head janitor of my extensive private laboratories.” “Maybe, but I don’t think you’ll ever do anything but break bottles and test- tubes with dangerous and foolhardy ex¬ periments,” sighed Prof. Jackson cyni¬ cally and pessimistically and then—. “Why Berry you deceived me, I unde

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THE WHISPER 11 Miss Nelson Mr. Harris Miss Argue Mr Trecarton Bookshelf of the I. H. C. “Seats of the Mighty”—The Office. ‘Wild Geese”—Grace Irwin, Edna Ford. “Daddy Long Legs”—Gordon Dewar. “So Big”—Leone Cochrane. “Vanity Fair”—Grade XII at recess. “Chatterbox”—Ruby B. “Naughty but Nice” —Violet R. “Revolt in the Desert”—Grade XI at re¬ cess. “Sense and Sensibility”—Meriam Dickert. “Chums”—Nora T. and Madeliene M. “Red Pepper Burns”—Allan F. “Little Lord Fauntleroy”—Leon C. “The All Conquering Power”— Mr. H. “Wild Animals I have Known”—Leo Q. and Harold J. “The Story Girl”—Margaret McKay. “A Study in Scarlet”— Austin D. “All We Like Sheep”—Boys of Grade XII. “An Unexpected Hero”—Eddie H. Honors At the stock judging competition in Saskatoon a great percentage of the prizes were won by collegiate boys, who were coached by Mr. W. H. Gibson. In¬ dian Head is justly proud of these W. Vann, R. Boa, A. Dewar—bronze medals each, and a shield for poultry judging. Robert Williamson—medal for poultry judging (special). C. Douglas, R. Williamson, C. Martin— silver medals for poultry judging. C. Martin—silver medal; second in¬ dividual Grand Aggregate. B. Badenoch—pencil, fifth in Grand Aggregate. C. Douglas, R. Williamson, C. Martin— silver medals team Grand Aggregate. C. Douglas, R. Williamson, C. Martin— J. C. Smith Memorial Trophy, team Grand Aggregate D. MACKAY