London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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T H E R E V i E W 31 ' AN APPRECIATION On behalf of the students of this school the librarians would like to take this opportunity of thanking those members of the staj who have so kindly made contributions to the library. We are indebted for these to: Books Magazines Miss Wyatt Miss Morrison llliss Blat Kinnon M' r. .Miller ill r. Nethercott Miss McCann Marion Fergusson Jldr. Buck .Mn Gray Jlfiss Illacpherson Miss Thomson Katheryn Clark Mr. West Jllr. Cameron Jlfiss Armstrong Algernon Chesterfield contemplates Suicide ' ' Mmgam MMS YOUNG chap of about seventeen might have been seen, one day, walking thoughtfully down the street, hands thrust deep in his pockets. Anyone of the town's inhabitants could have told you it was Algy Chesterfield. Algy, his full name was Algernon Montague Archibald Chesterfield, it having been thrust upon him by a doting mother, had recently, in fact just a few moments ago, proposed to a certain beauteous damsel, Gwendolyn Arbuthnot by name, several years his senior. Much to his surprise and indigna- tion, she had burst out laughing. Algy was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to him that his suit might be rejected. He left hurriedly, despair weighed him down. In crossing the road a motor lorry nearly ran over him. The driver cursed him heartily, but Algy did not care. He rather wished that it had hit him, then Gwen would have realized what she had lost. He pic- tured her bending ,Weeping-over his mangled body, wringing her hands in heart-broken despair. This picture was rather pleasing than otherwise and cheered him considerably. A cynical smile played around his lips. Yes, sir, if he were to die she would be sorry, she would wish she had not laughed at him, and turned him down. Suddenly, ,-': .. 'N .arf gf L . :QL ':' F:T 3- -lil' l i'-ef D 1 mA.iA1- i,yW,N Vi- ' , ll.,i:ll1f ,ij il Rl. in f. r gi '-l,,'illmif,l. t . . ll i 1-L, Nl , jfs- ' Gilli s .l,'eif'il'll i.-Av, i ii if Y l ' Eg' ef - 1 wi, ff f. li :-K QQ. M' W ,i iz f i 5 fgsll Xi :V 'lllli xo - if QF!- S ' -,f I 1' ,JK iz ir H L-a ti: - Ae-Z If -'iff i ...- Y T-1-1--JEAN 'ref-:N NT She burst out laughing a daring thought rose in his mind: supposing, just supposing, he were to commit suicide. In his mind's eye he saw himself lying cold and lifeless, again Gwen bent over him, sobbing wildly, begging his forgiveness. A Hood of self-pity engulfed him at the thought, a lump arose in his throat, but his determination strengthened, and he began to plan how best to go about it. He had it, the very thing -his father's old service revolver! He quickened his pace, and soon reached home. He let himself in quietly and slipped upstairs to his father's room unobserved. Going to the bureau, he searched through the drawers and dis- covered the gun under a pile of shirts. He ascer- tained that it was loaded, and then went softly to his room. He locked the door, and leaned against it for a moment, pale and shaken. Finally, he braced himself, and crossed over to his desk, where, having sat down, he proceeded to compose a fare- well note. He wrote, and destroyed five, before he could decide on the exact wording. He read it over with evident satisfactiong its pathetic tone brought tears to his eyes as he thought of the grief which would be attendant on his tragic demise. He picked up the gun and placed it against his temple in the best approved cinema fashion, his face a stony mask: then, he took it down again. Before departing this earth, he would look upon it once more. He crossed to the window, a bitter smile hovering on his lips, he looked out and there, cruel fate! was Gwendolyn Arbuthnot out driving with the Smith boy. As they drove by, she looked right up at his window and laughed. That she could not possibly have seen him did not matter, she was driving with Tommy Smith and enjoying it, right after breaking his heart, and that was enough for him. All thought of suicide was dismissed, and the relief on his face was apparent. She was not worth it, he would show just how much he felt her refusal. He would call on Mabel Jones and take her out. She was a lot prettier than Gwen any- way, and would probably make a better wife. Yes, sir, that's what he would do, and maybe he might even go to workg the thought was appalling, but he faced it bravely. His father could get him a job in his office, goodness knows dad had com- plained enough about his idling his time away all summer. A glow of well-being surrounded him as he descended the stairs to 'phone Mabel jones.

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THE REVIEW 33 Th, Counterfeit !-lero ' ' ' AWWMW HROUGHGUT the room the radiant beams cast by the crackling fire endeavour to dispel the early autumn gloom. The books lining the shelves, the soft thick carpet, the deep arm- chairs and, above all, the massive desk cluttered with papers, pens and more books, give evidence that this is a study, a man's room. Wreaths of silvery white smoke curling lazily upward from the depth of one chair reveal the presence of the owner. Huddled in the chair as he is, one sees at a glance that he is a tall, well-proportioned man, whose rugged face with its square jaw and high forehead give the impression of daring and trust- worthiness. He mutters to himself in a low voice, while a paper lies limply in his hands. Another exposure! Another impersonator shown up! Another 'counterfeit herol' Poor beggar! Perhaps he was the victim of circum- stances! I wonder what would be said if I should tell people I was not Martin Beatty but his cousin! Probably no one would believe me. I tried to convince people five years ago. Even his wife-my wife now, Lorna, was sure I was Martin -but now sometimes I wonder - Lorna looks at me queerly sometimes - He breaks off as the door opens, admitting a woman. She crosses the room with firm graceful steps, and stands before the man. The light from the fire reveals unexpected strands of gold in her chestnut hair, and outlines in shadows the vivid beauty of her lovely face. 'lMartin, we are not going to the Hughes on Friday-the stock-market, you know. Marsha says they are practically wiped out, and are going to Canada to her parents. Poor things! I wonder if there is something you could do-that is if we are all right. And a mis- chievous, yet sympathetic, smile parts her lips. An answering smile comes from the man, but a sombre light lingers in the depths of his eyes, as he answers, I'll see what can be done-not much I'm afraid-he was pretty deep in the mire. Yes, we are perfectly safe-at least right now. Pk Pk Pk Sli Pls The scene shifts to a busy office in the down- town section of a large' city. We find Martin seated before a desk similar to the one in the quiet study at home. Two months have passed, and the brilliant beauty of the painted leaves has fled, leaving only bare black branches, desolate and drear for want of fresh white snow. Miss Jarvis, please get the latest report on Morton's Class A and Class A preferred. Yes, Mr. Beatty. Mr. Grey asks if you will please attend the service in memory of those who died in the explosion that you saved ln UNO! Tell him I'm too busy M165 rot! Having a service for the dead. Perhaps, if they had been given more service when they were alive it wouldn't have happened.-Tell him no! Yes, sir. I am sorry I mentioned it. The secretary leaves and the man, throwing his pen down with a vicious thrust, crosses to the window. That damn explosion! Why Martin had to be killed and why I had to be found, wan- dering around in the fog, covered with ashes-! Some fool said he'd seen me hauling out people-4 probably Martin-just like a thing he'd do! And no one would believe I wasn't Martin-so here I am running his business, and what a business-ye I Continued on page 92 L. C. C. I. COMMITTEES 1934- 35 From Back to Front Rows. From Left to Right. 1-DRAMATIC SOCIETY EXECUTIVE D'Arcy Zurbrigg, Kathleen Smith, Esther Ginsberg, Xvalter Pope. Mr. Carr, Mr. Buck. Alice Der Stepanian, Paul Smith, Marjory Roulston. Absent.-Miss Roddick, Miss Edge, Gordon Houghton. 2-FIFTH YEAR EXECUTIVE Walter Shrives, Miss Vlliancko, Mr. Shales, Miss Macpherson, Mr. Gray, Mr. Hall. Francei Copeland, Evelyn Coughlin. Tom McLean. Jack Smith, Marion ee s. Charles Seager. Bette Xnksater, George NVong. Absent-Miss Morrison. 3-GIRLS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION EXECUTIVE Marion Keene, Ann Little, Aldean Johnston. Betty Birch, Marion Bees, Bette Inksater. I I Miss McCormick, Miss Armstrong, Miss Henderson, .BISTJOTIE Madge, Betty Scott, Jean Crawford, Carol Phelps, Jessie Schaef, Hilaire Little, Isobel Nevin. 4-LITERARY SOCIETY EXECUTIVE Shirley Shoebottom, Frances Copeland, Megan McNaughton. Mr, Affleck, Miss Wyatt, Mr. Buck, Shirley Read, Bonnie Sharpe, Mr. C . Bill Syrgltt, Frances Ivison, Frances Beal, Elizabeth Harvey, Stewart Miller, Walter Shrives, Bob Tamblyn. Absent-Gerald Wyant. 5-BOYS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION EXECUTIVE Mr. Anderson, Mr. Shales, Geoffrey Miller, Mr. Entwistle. Kingsley Vogan, Laird Bovaird, Jim O'Neil. Clifford Sharpe, Wilfred Brown, Jack Bower, Worth Chisholm, Charles Seager, Blake Hughes. Russel W'eir, George Wong. Absent-J ack Fraser. G-SECOND YEAR EXECUTIVE Miss Wyatt, Miss Thomson, Miss McKee, Bob Tamblyn. Mr. Carr. ' Geolirey Miller, Shirley Read, Jean Crawford, Isobel Nevin, Margaret MacQueen, Bob Gunton, Ed Houghton, Mr. Anderson. Absent-Miss Henderson, Mr. McCallum. 7-FIRST YEAR EXECUTIVE Mr. West, Miss Armstrong, Miss O'Neil, Mr. Maddeford, Miss MacKinnon, Mr. Webb. Blake Hughes, Marjorie Madge, Megan McNaughton, Betty Scott, Bill Squires, Jocelyn Little, Bill Watson, Bill Syrett, Jim O'Neil. 8-FOURTH YEAR EXECUTIVE Aldean Johnston, Miss McCann, Mr. Buck, Mr. Aliileck, Mr. Adamson. Miss Gilles, Laird Bovaird. Bonnie Sharpe, Christine Bell, Jim Bell, Jack Morgan, Marion Keene. Absent-Mr. Entwistle, Gerald W'yant, Jack Fraser. 9-TI-HRD YEAR EXECUTIVE Mr. Bluett, Mr. Liebner, Mr. Cameron, Betty Birch, Miss McCormick, Miss Roddick, Ann Little, Mr. Nethercott, Worth Chisholm. Jack Bower, Stewart Miller, John Moore, Dorothy Mark, Bob Clarke, Frances Ivison.