Kennedy Collegiate Institute - Kencoll Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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THE KENCOLL 1941 31 ..MJIMMIIIMIIt.I.I. mil ... Mill.... ....... Ill. . . . Mrs. Jackson—Margaret, haven’t you ever heard ‘Never put off ’til tomorrow what you can do today?’ Margaret—-Do you mean ' The sooner you don’t do it the quicker it’s too late?’ ♦ Ken Kirkwood—Next to a beautiful girl, what do you think is the most interesting thing in the world? Jack Hobbs—When I’m next to a beautiful girl I’m not worrying about statistics. Walt Deanna—Hey Lu what was your ambition as a kid? Lu’ Cudin—To wear long pants; and, brother, if you can find anyone who wears his pants longer than 1 do, I’d like to see him. ♦ Elizabeth Lanspeary—I wish the Lord had made me a man. Tickie Duck—He did; and I’m the man. Mr. Knapp—-How’s the chemistry mark, Don? Donald—Under water. Mr. Knapp—What do you mean. Don—Below C level. We heard about one class that is so dumb that if the pupils stood in a circle they would be raided for being a dope ring. ♦ When shakespeare was on his death bed he refused to be attended by a doctor. He died a natural death. ♦ Kruno Saccaro (after working on an algebra problem for half an hour)—“Doggone it, all that work and the answer is nothing.’’ Judge—“What name?” Humourous Aviator—“Angel, Sir.” Judge—“Where did you come from?” Aviator—“Heaven, Sir.” Judge—“Well! How did you get here?” Aviator—“Slid down a rainbow, Sir.” Judge (grimly)—“Well, take six months for skv lark¬ ing.” Mr. Fox: “What is the most deadly poison known.” Mike F: “Embalming fluid! You’re dead before it touches you.” Mr. Walter:: “I take great pleasure in giving you 85 in English.” Johnnie Mills: “Make it a hundred ancf thoroughly en¬ joy yourself.” ♦ About a hundred years ago A wilderness was here. A huntsman with powder in his gun Went forth to hunt a deer. But now the times have changed somewhat. And on a different plan, A dear with powder on her nose, Goes forth to hunt a man. ♦ ♦ Pauline Buchanan: “What’s a twip?” Marie Wright: “Not being one; I wouldn’t know.” Pauline B.: “A twip is a wide on a twain.” Mr. Thomson: “Ray, what is dust? Pvay Smith (after much thought): Mud with the water squeezed out.” ♦ ♦ All men arc born free and equal, but some of them grow up and get married. ♦ After the quiz sheets were distributed, one of our English Guests was about the ask Mr. Riggs what was meant by “Post Office eliminated.” One of his fellow students furnished the information. We wonder what they call it over there? Scene: Bob Hope’s program. There is a sound of swishing waves—then silence. Colona: Water on the knee. THOMPSON HARDWARE 127 Tecumseh Road West 3-0721 Windsor, Ont. Want Real Bicycle Value? See the New “SPEED KING” And “Speed Queen” BICYCLES ‘ $ Also C.C.M. Bicycles $31.50 up 26 .95 $1.25 Weekly CHERNIAK’S 129 Sandwich E., Cor. Goyeau THE ARCADY COFFEE SHOP . . . at . . . THE PRINCE EDWARD Is Open Till Midnight Enjoy a Snack After the Theatre and Dance” SHOES FOR THE FAMILY 2 GREAT STORES Ouellette Ave. at Park St. Ottawa St. at Gladstone Ave.

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20 THE KENCOLL 1941 COMPLIMENTS OF Trott Shoes Limited 352 OUELLETTE AVENUE COMPLIM ENTS OF Windsor Recreation I Nature’s Most Perfect Food MILK For Better Health ARTHUR BACK plumbing and heating PHONE 3-8312 A jest’s prosperity lies in the car of hirn that hears it, never on the tongue of him that makes it. —Shakespeare. Mr. Lowden—I’ve had this car for fifteen years and never had a wreck. Mr. Deagle—You mean that you’ve had that wreck for fifteen years and never had a car. Bertie Dean (having tripped over Bob Gallen)—Hey. big boy. why don’t you put your foot where it belongs? Bob Gallen—Don ' t tempt me, little chum, or I will. Cannibal Kins (rushuig in)—Am I late for dinner? His Wife—Yes. everybody ' s eaten. Miss Janes—Do you like Kipling? Peggy Durst—I don’t know how to kipplc. ♦ Dorothy McEwen—We had a chicken for dinner on Sunday. Jane Flock—Croquette? Dorothy—Sure, do you think we ate it alive? ♦ Mother—What have you been doing all afternoon? Jimmy—Shooting craps. Mother—Why Jimmy, you should be more considerate; those things have as much right to live as you have. Dike father like son; Father is on Board of Education. Son is just bored of education. While marking Gabby Granziol ' s history paper, the teacher came on one space with the picture of a tomb¬ stone in it. On the tombstone were the words: “Sacred to the memory which always deserts me on such oc¬ casions.” Beggar—Have vou got a quarter for a room tonight. Mister? Mr. Knapp— No. Beggar—Got a dime for a sandwich? Mr. Knapp—-No. Beggar—Got a nickel for a cup of coffee? Mr. Knapp—No. Beggar—Say. you’re in a heck of a fix, aintcha? Kenny Jacons was walking through a cemetery when he saw a tombstone marked: NOT DEAD; BUT SLEEPING. Kenny looked at it for a minute and then walked away saying: “Brother, you ain’t fooling nobody but yourself.” An optimist is a man who sees the light that isn’t there; and a pessimist is the darn fool who is trying to blow it out. Who’s Yehudi? He’s the guy who makes the rimless glasses with the invisible lenses for the little man who wasn’t there to read between the lines of the unwritten law.

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CENTRAL RESOURCE LIBRARY 32 THE KENCOLL 1941 iiiuiii mu iiiimiittiininimiiiiitmiiiiHiMHimimiHiiimtiiii THE BATTLE OF BRITAIN By Evelyn Reeves The land is dark, still, still as death. And no hells strike the hour; For England stands on guard once more Against an evil power. The soldiers stand beside their guns, As searchlights sweep the sky, For every valiant British heart Fights on to win or die. Suddenly the silence of the night U broken by a mighty roar Of Messerschmidts that from the sky Rain death on England’s pleasant shore. Then from the ground in greatest hoards Rise British ships to meet the foe; The skv is filled with fire and sound; The Messerschmidts swoop low. Throughout the night the battle roars. The Briton against the Hun; When every enemy fighter falls The British job is done. The war may wage through night and day, But the English have no fear. For in their hearts they truly know That victory is near. Their hearts are true to England old. They smile through the battle’s din. The Battle of Britain niay be long But they are sure to win. COMMERCIAL CLASS RECIPE 4 months typing. 5 months shorthand. 3 months penmanship. 4 months bookkeeping. 4 months spelling. Mix above ingredients thoroughly adding Short Forms Pests one month at a time and stir constantly until the mixture is blended. Sit aside during the Christmas Holi¬ days to settle, then add the following: 6 months typing. A or 5 months shorthand. 6 months arithmetic. 5 months bookkeeping. ... If the mixture is not rising rapidly enough add another l months of Rapid Calculation. To all this add Business English until thoroughly mastered. Bake on the third floor of Kennedy Collegiate until all examinations arc satisfactorily passed. ICING l suit of clothes, neat and well pressed. 1 pair of well shined shoes. 1 pinch of confidence. 1 handful of go- get- it. If the above product is one of the delicate sex, add a finger wave and straighten out the stocking scams. Spread the icing and present for an interview. N.B.—To obtain successful results omit the gum- chcwing. A CAPITAL SAILOR A sailor has no K Z time When on the D P sails, It’s R D finds aloft to climb Exposed to I C gales, And then in K C makes a slip, Or if lie 1) Z grows, A tumble from the lofty ship Is the last N D knows. And overboard, for A D cries With N R G and vim And tho of little U C tries A vain S A to swim. But when no L P finds is near, Nor N F. way to save; He then in an X S of fear Must C K a watery grave. Old A T sailor seldom know ' s But if old A G gains H U of ’baccy cures his woes, His pipe L A’s his pains. Wc envy no poor sailor’s life In D D has no fun, And. feeling P T for his wife. Our M T talk is done.