Kitchener Waterloo Collegiate and Vocational School - Grumbler Yearbook (Kitchener, Ontario Canada)

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30 THE GRUMBLER A Masterys Interpretation ot Jazz Maru- Lautf-nslagffr. A Xl c A master of the classics looked down from the above where he abode since his death in 1904. The spectacle tore his heart and he ut- tered in anguish, It is an abomin- ation. They call themselves mo- dern when they are like war danc- ers wriggling to a primitive con- coction of a jazz band. Now that I am dead. I may without a prick of conscience visit this club called the . . . . Jive Hive . There the orchestra is tuning up noisily and brazenly. The so- called bobby sock Susies in baggy sweaters and slovenly poses are waiting at the rail while the Joes beat out snatches of rhythm with impatient feet. Oh! that sudden gust of music is almost deafening- hot and sweet they describe it. Couples are beginning to shuffle and hop. The night is slipping by, and the tempo seems to have ac- celerated. The musicians no longer lean back, but sit forward, alert. There is a knock-knock-knock of a wood- en hammer, prolonged rumble of African tom-tom drums and crash goes the orchestra. It is jungle time! That wild. horn wails like a jaguar in distress, the saxophones seem to quack sardonically like ducks, trombones bray like don- keys, a brass horn croaks in imi- tation of a bull frog. How the blending of it all can be enjoyed by civiliezd minds is more than my faculty for understanding per- mitsf' These young people, I fear, are depriving themselves of richer and fuller lives which might be found in the appreciation of our sublime classics. Anyone with an aesthetic taste would surely love Mozart's clear, melodious symphonies. Ah well, my life on earth is now only a memory, but how often I do recall being able to brighten dark hours of dejection and even des-pair by drowning them in the strains of that universal language -music. Oh that these mortals might come to this realization Y F 0 o t in a ll Bill NICK:-f-. A Xl D -The most dangerous single threat to mankind- to-day is the game of football. This statement was made by Professor I. B. Noots of Hicough College at a re- cent caucus of the World Society of Imbeciles and Deranged Individ- uals, Local 173. The Professor is well qualified to make this state- ment as he is one of the world's most famous students, having stu- died under Rachminanoff Publisky and Alexander Graham Bagle. tYou never heard of them I-Well to tell you the truth, neither have 1.5 Our hero is of slight build. Cstanding only six feet six in his stocking feet? with hair that falls to his shoulders and a. long up- turned nose. Two front teeth. miss- ing from his upper jaw, were mis- placed one morning when he mis- tlfontinueil on page l66l

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THE GRUMBLER 'Gb 5,0658 C. jk Q UO ECICLWZ Jean Lackie. A XIII A Baby Dawn, what thoughts are thine? What lies in those eyes so blue? Is it the light of a future world Destined by God, through you? Will your small hand, in future days, Paint nature at its best? Will suffering souls be gently eased By your soft touch, so blest? Will music flow from your street soul As years roll swiftly by? Or will you just dream of things unseen, Ancl wonder, the same as I? is

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THE GRUMBLER 31 For the Faffen Robert Hintz. T XII A No longer will we hear them tra- versing our King Street with fal- tering chugs and clanksg no longer will we see them staggering and lurching down our ill-paved thor- oughfare, for they will end their time in rust and rot: a memory of light-hearted days. Now when we are forced to stand when coming to our beloved insti- tution, we can travel in a vertical position, without losing our equili- brium and our pride as well. Has no one a kind word for our erstwhile friends? Has no one a concerned thought for those who gave their all? They did not ask much-a ticket or a nickel. They did not complain when they had to wend their weary way, battling the elements and tenderly carrying a load of humanity. Have they not sheltered us from nature's raging anger? Have they not carried us home from a late show? Have they not transported screaming human- ity from K.C.I.'s portals? It is we, the students, who owe our respectsg for students, strong than time's strong them more arms, quite vanquished them: Then their mighty motors, and burst amid a shower of jeers and anti- quity's dust, they fell. c Qlili U Q 1 Z! 9 Z f 2 2 We ' f- ' T' 1- ' 65 U f f' f , T 3 j 'H Lff ' 'Nile K f, 1. if CS? Y , C7170 more u11f0rfzu1a1fc Carina, azcazy, Ripped, and 11lfs111c'n111creal, ffm sfrcetcars fayf Hacle them up icmferfy, 511161511 ff1c111 lL'l.fl7 care For K.C.I. rvzenzorfcs arc h14r1'cdff1crcf