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

Page 86 text:

Tl-IE REVIEW PERFECT DIAMQNDS UNLV NASH Diamonds perpetuate pride of ownership. 'INASI-IH on the pox means itls all paid for. WE SELL ONLY FOR CASHfffof course for-less. Vim JCI-IN A NASH M NASH 0 NASH Gallevies My Jgwglgfyn Galleries I 182 DUNDAS STREET 'Where You Will Eventually Buy FINE ARTS f ANTI .QUES f FINE ARTS Service 'at yowr dom Thais what owr Aatois fosr f f ' for 12 e da rice' X f l e1 Ie f QNTARIQ g K2 ,I:..r CLEANERS AND DYERS y xfs-TfIIes. I TTTTTXRRI S F01 Quality Cleaning and Dyeing MET. 6958

Page 85 text:

TI-IEREVIEW 63 BELIEVE IT OR NOT Don Miller says that coffee poured down the sink will purify it. His father has long advocated this method of disposing of the coffee made by Don. Wilson Reason and Chuck Seager say that many of their big song hits have been written in bed when they couldn't sleep. Insomnia is a terrible infliction. Bob Tamblyn says that during the summer somebody stole his watch, which was out of order. He declares that if he catches him he'll see to it that he gets the right time. John Moore says Ripe plums help to keep you slim, but you must be careful not to add too many stones to your weight. -n ' . 4 ' 5 .v 'Nl' -I ' rpfzff, -,lffl fl I-.'.ff Marion Keene says the average man is enough to prove that any s woman will take a joke. THE THUNDER FALLS The thunder falls on Ceutral's walls, And gloomy classrooms old in error, The light reflects on every desk, And lazy pupils leap ln terror. Work, students, work, get your pencils flying, Work, students, work, or you'll soon be sighing. s , n L ,f l , I tn-4 'Y ' of I ,i ii? iffy , ' f 1 If 1 1 ,f 7 ls f f 1 I I 1,1 ,1 f XIV I ,I !7,QfIy 1-1'.1f',fzff f,' , .N.'of! ' M T s L L I ' HOME FROM we mar ms PARTY O hark O hear how thin and clear, mm ,MI The old excuses used aga1'11,' - O harsh and loud with all heads bowed, The teacher says Come use your brain . Ilfork, students, work, your fingers to the bone, Ilfork, students, work, or 'twill be late when you get home. -cnfxs. SEAGER fwith apologiesj. HILAI RE LITTLE'S TITLES OF NEW BGDK5 IN OUR LIBRARY ELECTION SPEECH Mr. Chairman, Worthy Con- testants, and Fellow Pupils, 'Please I lend a little ear to my pleas' and HUNGEZ H61-3lTEZ5'alC-C.1.c4p-5751214 fz.o5FMj . 9 - 0 , 'tad-.cya 'v i 7 :: a 2 1 . X A n Q K 1 .5 s 9 Q ar 6 ' sees-tow ee .f I io. w- Q 1 grae Yr t 2 AQ :freer - . ,, u., N I Q 5' y ff., ,.,. 1 , 5: ft.-L - V. -'I .. yy' ,- - I J - - Z., A ., '.'Q,,,F',,,v ff, .7 vi .i, ,m.f:.,.1 .1 fi.. ,,,3.g,- 3 uf l' as W ,U '- X! f , ,, G ,, .. . .' 70 I 4 4 '1 ,f v .pw at-,az 'Wf9,.'..,'z.',f,-,,.1.:+ r,?.'.:'10n:qw,n I Ai,5:'.'e ' j Q'-515,141-:gg: G I 5 9 x 'v Q 5 I I C, -. Zj.'.' '.. c-.- L1 ' .-14' -,Q-:gig I , . , -f c. . . - -J e- ' iff: 4 ' .,- U 7 p. 'X V' 9 1 y 3 Q, - v, t5f '? ?5g, f?? ?d2- Y f'?'5 t92 , I Q, . 'W' M1c,2o5E 'WI E Hufvrfzs i gi A CzobMZ.L.c.cr U Q Q Q ' E1 I T I IJ ' C1414 ozsfv Or F45 DAWN il? .pen oglgxuf , WINE 'I'LL MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES,' for I feel as 'FIT AS A FIDDLE,' 'WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN.' Last night-at 'ONE MINUTE TO ONE' I thought to myself 'AND I STILL DO' that 'IT'S FUNNY TO EVERYONE BUT ME.' It is 'TRUE' that 'FOR ALL WE KNOW' 'I MAY NEVER HAVE A CHANCE' to appeal to you again. Now, to my nominators 'THANKS' said 'STRAIGHT FROM THE SHOULDER. RIGHT FROM THE HEART.' 'MAY I' for 'ONCE IN A LIFE TIME' ask you to 'DO ME A FAVOUR.' Don't be a 'SLEEPY- HEAD,' 'PUT ON YOUR OLD GRAY BONNET' and come out and vote for Hilaire Little for Treasurer of the Girls' Athletic Association and 'I'LL BE FAITH- FUL. ' il! Bk HIC lk Orlon Hall- My father's a teacher, I can be educated for nothing. Aleck Young- That's nothing, my father's a clergyman, I can be good for nothing.

Page 87 text:

64 TI-IE REVIEW SCHULE DAIES CVVith Apologies to Chaucerj In ye goode olde daies beyond recall I didn't go to schule at alle Y on daies were full of peace- fulle bliss And alle daie longe I think of this. When I was smalle, tu snzalle in fact I began nii schule and never lacked T The joie that thrills the youth- fule harte When to ye schule he startes to starte. But ini joie did knot laste longe A nd sune I sang a sorrie songe. For I nu to ini disniae That I could never have ini sae. A nd so fruni that farre daie to this Su1nthing's allewaies bin arn-iss Whene'er I rise to voice ini wurd They calle ini thots just tu absurde. And suin daies I rniss ini schule For which I oft ani called a fule Juste tu talk with beaste and burrde And sae surn things I 'rn glad arn't hurrde. -lflfilsorz. Reason. o 0,0 TRUTH is STRANGER THAN FICTION The blizzard raged-blinding snow wet him to the skin, and the cold biting wind chilled him through as he struggled, gasping, panting, ever struggling onward. His head was bent against the driving hail as he trudged through the snow. Suddenly he pushed on harder, trying to reach his goal. Then before him loomed his destination --he ran forward eagerly- stumbled into Central just as the bell rang. .-Rulli Detwiler. The room was silent with breath- less expectation. The throbbing of the weary organ became slower. XXI I-IOW CENTRAL STUDENTS GOT THEIR NAMES How did Central students acquire such strange names? Intensive search failed to give a clue to this mystery. Recently, however, work- men, repairing the corner-stone of our scholastic home, discovered a parchment which had apparently been placed there at the time the build- ing was erected. It contained the following story which archaeologists, who have read it, declare might reasonably account for the origin of the names of some of those now enrolled in our school. The Strong, Young, English King gave a Ball. Invitations were sent to dignitaries of Church and state. The Butler admitted the Guests into the great Hall. These included an Earl, a Pope, a Bishop, a Dean, a Judge, Parsons and two Dam-piers. The Cook who had ordered a large Fish was horrified when a Whale was delivered. This will not do, cried the King! Let us go Hunt a Fox. All were Keene to go and they set out for the Woods. Before long they caught sight of a Gray Wolf but were unable to hit the Mark. l'Crouch here on the Moss and keep your Gunn ready. Something May come by, said the King. This Ruse was successful. Soon a Dean came in sight over a Little Hill, and with one Schott the Judge was able to Pierce it from be-Hynd., They gave a Strong Porter a Nickle to put the game in Sachs and carry it Back to the banquet Hall. Served with Mustard and with Beanfsl and delicious rolls which the Baker made from Whit Flower, supplied by the King's Miller, a Wright good time was had by all. Ac- cording to the Storey, the party broke up without a single Aikenhead. -Leslie Wheable. I-IOROSCOPE As I gaze into the future, to the years that are to be For our famous London Central many changes do I see. The students come in aeroplanes, the teachers come in cabs The students soon discover that there are not any labs. They are not bored by Latin, there's no such thing as Greek. But Arithmetic classes are had by all, as often as once a week. The hours are greatly lessened. We do not come till ten, e At twelve o'clock the school bell rings to let us out again We're back again at two o'clock and study hard till three, Our labours are over for the day,' and now we're served high tea. We do not toil for hours at night, with books piled 3 feet high Nor worry lest our small attempts next day will not get by. The teachers do the' homework, while the students gadabout . They memorize the Caesar and the Virgil lines they sprout tFor information on sprouting lines see Miss O'NeiD Now on our well-trained teaching staj there's not a single crank. Each takes a joke with kindly smile and laughs at a clever prank. For every day a Comp. is late, a mark is added on And if it's handed in on time, our chance to pass is gone. Half days are given for rugby games, and also swimming meets. While frequently we have a day for special kinds of treats. It grieves me much to think of these as changes yet to come, But the happy thought of such a pass, just makes my senses hum. is - Hilaire Little. The heavy silence between each beat became longer. Would the struggle be too great? It was a critical stage. Faintly came a chime from the village church which seemed to try to guide the faltering beats. Slower-slower- slower .until, overcome by the ter- rific struggle, the clock stopped. -Jean McNally. I He sat with a worried frown on his handsome face, his long slender white hands gripping the ends of the shining table top. He must tell them now. Could not the gods whisper to him what he must answer to this startling question. Yes, it came now from directly behind him. Na CLO2 Sir. -Isabel Cruickshank.