London South Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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TO OUR ADVRRTTSERS f i gh HE Business Staff wishes to take this opportunity of thank- ing the business men of London ft p Qi? for supporting THE ORACLE. The publication of THE ORACLE is partly due to their advertisements, and so we sincerely appreciate their support. We should also like to thank Margaret Dennis, who very kindly donated a leather notebook for the person who brought in the highest amount of advertising. It was won by Betty Heaslip, who Secured seventy-eight dollars' worth of business. This year the Business Stai has re- ceived more advertisements than in any other year in the history of THE ORACLE, and so much of the credit for the success of THE ORACLE is due them. We hope that next year's staff will meet with the same success. Dora Dicks Betty Heaslip Anne Gordon Jeanne Murray Creena Wallace Eleanor Speiran Eileen Knowles Irene Hunt Nancy Santo .aaa RR? Elizabeth Pegg Bill Hartry Neil Love John Kidd Charlie Wideman Doug. Parnell Jack Casey Jack Kennedy Ken Jones -KEN JONES. V B. - 3111 illlvmnriam - They shall not grou' old, as we that are left grow oldg Age sim!! not 'Z!'6Cl,'l'1l them, fum' the years cmzflemiz. At the going clozmz of the szm., am! in the mornivzg We shall 7'0'i7Z-G'HZb6'7' them.. GEoPcF TPOTT, March 17, 1933. HILDA GOWIE, August 6, 1933. HAROLD MARSHALL, October 5, 1933. page l ezty THE ORACLE

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SHORT STORTES Editor, BETTY PLANITZ. VA f F T EQ HE Short Story group has been 3 fortunate indeed, this year, in having as a judge of its con- fess' AEM tributions Mrs. J. W. Thor- burn. Mrs. Thorburn is a writer of experience, and under the name of Amy Campbell became known to hundreds of readers in her stories and, perhaps to an even greater extent, in her verses. That the judges decision in the matter of short stories was eagerly awaited, then, goes without saying, but the group concerned was scarcely prepared for the delightful way in which this decision was announced. Over an informal cup of tea, Mrs. Thor- burn discussed each story in detail, show- ing an amazing appreciation of each writers problems and difficulties. She was most generous in her praise, and in several instances urged the writer to send his story to a publisher. One incident in connection with the choice of the winning story is of interest. After selecting the three best stories, in her opinion, Mrs. Thorburn, giving no hint of the decision, submitted the entire collection to a friend, Mrs. Ecole, of St. Thomas, herself a well-known writer of verses and stories. To the great delight of the judge, Mrs. Ecc1e's decision was identical with her own. Having thus been doubly assured, Mrs. Thorburn enthusi- asticaliy announced her selection of win- ners to the Short Story group. lt is difficult to express our appreciation of Mrs. Thorburn's interest. Her practi- cal advise was of the greatest assistance and her enthusiasm, together with her gracious words, will not be forgotten by those to whom these words were indeed an inspiration. -M. C.-H. page twenty-Iwo Thanks to the generosity of Mrs. John Rose, there has been a very real competi- tion in connection with the award for the prize short story. This department of THE ORACLE wishes to express its very deep appreciation of the interest shown by Mrs. Rose. A SKY SCRAPER By LLOYD STEVENSON, III D. 5 AST and white against the MTU! ia' smoke and squalor of the city rose the awesome shaft of steel and stone, straight and mighty and grandly aloof. At its base scurried a race of pygmies, but its spire pierced through the clouds and looked far out to the level fields beyond. Towering and majestic, it dreamed above the unrest of the great city, and sentinelled the comings and goings of a million men and women. So it appeared from an upper window of a tall building near by. But viewed from the cockpit of an aeroplane, fifteen hundred feet above the earth, it seemed entirely different. Gone was the illusion of vastness and grandeur, gone the feeling of awe. The great sky-scraper, that had looked so colossal when one stood close by, now appeared to be nothing more than a splotch of white on the outstretched map below. It called forth no respect, enkindled no admiration, inspired no awe. It was just another buildingz' brick and steel and stone. That was all. THE ORACLE