Kingston Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Times Yearbook (Kingston, Ontario Canada)

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263' hgfnx . -Q an I I f l 5 T557 --E .eg Editors: Betty d'Esterre, ISA, Lloyd Swaine, SK. TWIRLING THE DIALS Sunday Evening At Home. It has everything, free wheeling, syncro- mesh, ride control-swing low, sweet char- iuhut-this is the missus, just look her over she's mine-you try somebody else, I'll try somebody else-by special permis- sion of the copyright owners-I was intro- duced to heaven when I was introduced to you-Verily, verily brethren I say unto you -who's your little whoosis, who do you love ?-We want Cantor, we want Cantor --try Ludenls for quick relief-You can take my word that's living, living at heaven's door-I love everv bone in her noodle and there are manv there-what Drice. love. I wonder, what price love ?-potatoes are cheaper, tomatoes are cheaper-on the tuba. down in Cuba-Bulova watch time-it's plain to see I was just another bov friend to you-the program with a purpose-by authority of the Federal Radio Commission. E. B. CLooking at the Times Coverl- Wliat is it? HS.-It looks like a book-end. Major K.-No, it's a book beginning. THINGS HEARD IN THE TIMES STAFF ROOM Wl1ere's the ruler? X!Vl1CI'C,S ZK write-up? Who took mv pencil? Where's the write-up on the K.C.V.I. library? -88- Count the number of words in this write-up. 77, 78, Qinterruptionj-99-100-- There I've lost count. A.K.-Edith, where's your exchange? Editor at the end of the day-How many lines in a letter? No I mean how many lines in a word? Somebody tell me what do I mean ? Mary R.-I think I skipped ten. Now where was I? DK.-Call out the numbers and I'll add them-34-18-Z9-13-Z7-Oh, wait a minute -these aren't counted-24-19-33. Editor-This writing is foul-putrid! A.K.-What am I goi-ng to hammer this down with? EB.-Use your brains. lst Flapper- What did you have for lunch ?', Znd Flapper- Oh, I just had a double malted milk with an egg. First- Who was the egg? For iifteen minutes a hotel guest had been ringing for a bellhop. At last one showed up. Did you ring ?,' he inquired. No, replied the sorrowing traveller, I was just tolling. I thought you were dead. jewish Customer- I vant some face- powder. Clerk- Mennen's ? Customer- No, Vimmen's. Clerk- Scented ? Customer- No, I will take it wid me.

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Q KnNG..r'roN c:oi.i.EGlA're vocA'rloNAi. INSTITUTE' 9 SECOND PRIZE SENIOR S TOR Y FOX By Isabel McLeod, SD. 1r Bill Wfeston and his dogs had travelled ma-ny miles since daybreak, but they were almost at their destination. They were bound for Norilla, where Bill was going to turn in a winter's catch of furs in exchange for a load of supplies. Weston was a strange man, but no less strange were his dogs. They were large gray huskies, with sharp black eyes and great bared fangs. They were wonderful hunters and were invaluable in mushing. There was one dog, however, which stood out among the others, partly because of his colour and the shape of his face, and because of the almost human look in his eyes. His colouring and his pointed nose resembled that of a fox, and on account of these quali- ties he received the name of Fox. The dogs were beginning to tire, but it took only a word from the figure running beside the toboggan to urge them on to greater speed. At his master's voice Fox strained at the harness with renewed energy and soon the -little clearing came into view. Bill drove straight to the little hut he had built for such excursions as this. Be- fore he himself thought of eating he un- harnessed his dogs and from a bundle, tied to the end of the toboggan, he tossed each one a couple of fish. Having cared for his dogs he entered the little hut, and soon had a merry tire going. He filled the tea kettle with clean snow, set it on the stove, and went over to the store to do his bargaining. His toboggan loaded with supplies, he returned home to his evening meal and a good sleep before back-trailing the route over which he had just come. After an appetizing meal of coffee, bacon and eggs, he settled down to read a magazine which he had picked up at the store. The silence was broken only by the howling of wolves, and the crying of a lynx. Bill's reading was in- terrupted by a persistent scratching on the door, and Bill opened it to admit Fox. VVith a growl of pleasure Fox stalked into the room, shook himself and curled up beside his master's chair. Bill's eyes soften- ed and he bent over and patted the dog's head with gentle hands. Old Fox, he said lovingly. Uthe greatest pal ever. Fox lifted his head and looked at Bill with large intelli- gent eyes. The silence was again broken bv the howling of the wolves, and Fox stirred un- easily. Bill looked at the dog in surprise, VVhy, Fox! he cried, VVhat's wrong? The dog whined and licked his hand. Bill blew out the light and finally turned in. It was a little after daybreak when he was awakened by the loud throaty cries, which shattered the stillness. The noise seemed to come from the little creek behind the school-house. The hair was standing up on FoX's back, and he gave little growls to be let out. Bill opened the door for him, and away he rushed. Bill quickly donned his clothes and fol- lowed. It was a tragic sight which met his eyes, when he finally reached the water. A big moose was being pursued by wolves, which had driven him to the water's edge. The creek was a fairly swift one, and the ice was not very thick. It surely could not support the weight of so large a moose. The moose, however, proceeded to cross. This was unusual, as these animals seem to know instinctively where danger lurks. He had taken only a few paces when the ice cracked. The great animal knew he was doomed. His pursuers crowded around him, and in the midst of the pack Bill could dis- tinguish Fox's red coat. The moose turned back and made one last attempt for his freedom. Before the leader of the hungry pack could jump and sink his teeth in the moose's neck, that ani- mal had lowered his head, and with his antlers had gored the body nearest him. Even as he watched Bill saw the moose raise his quarry in the air, and let it fall. He well knew whom its victim was, for there was no mistaking that red coat. Bill was sick at heart, but he was power- less to do anything for he had left his gun in the shack. When he started back on the trail, however, Fox's body was strapped to the toboggan, for Bill was going to bury him in the tall timbers which he had always known as home. ---Isabel McLeod, 3D. .-87...

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