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

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CELHAQS BOY FRIEND By EUNICE SMILLIE, V A. ' - WEN if y' are takin' Celia out, l Frank, ya can't wear my tie, ya big hunk a baloneylv The afore-mentioned portion of ground meat removed his brother's neck- tie from the proximity of his Adam's apple, substituted one of his own, and strode from the house in a discreet and manly silence which was. however, largely induced by that most unromantic of afliictions-a cold in the head. As Frank swung along the street his line of thought was singularly monoto- nous: Am I really Celia's boy-friend, or aren't I? Am I or aren't I? he demanded of himself at frequent intervals. Pre- viouslyhe had thought of various expe- dients for ascertaining this most weighty problem, such as consulting daisies and The Heart-Throb Column in the local newspaper. Now. these paled before a new and particularly daring scheme-he would ask Celia herself. Rehearsals were begun immediately, and occasionally an unimpressed telephone pole was apostro- phized, Do you know, Celia, weive gone to two shows and three rugby .... and, You do rather like .... These results were so remarkably unimpressive and un- romantic that Frank, plunging into the depths of dark despair, gave up. But here was his lady's sacred abode. To give himself the necessary savoir faire as he approached he jingled impor- tantly the two quarters that were to take Celia and him to the theatre. The woman in the case was seated on the front steps engaged in the delightfully domestic pas- time of shelling peas. Heddo, Cedia, he began. Curse it! He had forgotten his cold was that bad. She looked up, surprised. Oh, I'm awfully sorry, Frank. but I can't go to the show tonight. You see, Mother and Daddvve gone to the station to meet Aunt Elizabeth, and I've got to be home when she comes. It's too bad I couldnit have let you know and saved you walking over here. page twenty-four Thad's too bad, Cedia, I'b awfuddy sorry, quoth our hero. What else was there to say? He shifted his number twelve's thoughtfully as the moments flew by in a practically golden silence. At length Celia burst out, Oh, there are those awful birds again. Indeed, there were some birds-whole flocks of noisy grackles and starlings with the apparent intention of spending the night. Very evidently, however, the neighbours were not of the same opinion. Doors were slammed in violent succession, a wash tub was kicked resonantly, blank cartridges were fired, and shrill whistles were emitted. The birds received these more or less friendly overtures with complete sophistication-a surprised murmur, a polite flutter, and that was all. . 1 xiii ggi- ' I 'L' 1 E M 29417 s as 5. - S 1' fume. ' bi?-T' . my . . . I .,-M. ' is 'ff .XX I g 'll X 'X , ' 54 xx N ' f , P qi, 2 i , , . 'ti'-'R ' .l ff se A il V I ' ll: it 1 ' . .-.r f. If 11, 's fif 1 xv v ,fig , ' .- I QP 'J at!! - .. A q s ... C Q. xv f, ? ' l '-l ,- I f r ' a nx SSI ,,, ,e ll-1 3 Aunt Elizabeth looked at him. Well, Celia, I ccwzft sary as I think much of- We do this every night, explained Celia apologetically. We better do some- thing, too, or they'll all be over here. They're an awful pest. So together they sat on the front steps and beat tin pans at frequent intervals. Miraculously, Frank was able to speak again, Dook ad thad bad getti'g the hose to ged the birds. With that he gave up . Cturn to page 8-H THE ORACLE

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THE LOAN By ALEX. MCLEAN, IV C KRa.1zked first in Short Story Contestj LD JOE MCGUIRE set the tin l pail down outside the door and l wiped his feet sadly. It's no l use, Martha, he muttered as he came in the door. Jackson up at the bank told me that I couldn't get that loan. He said I didn't have enough security. The old man sighed heavily and sat down in the creaky rocker by the window. Don't you worry, Joe, Martha re- assured him, Providence always has helped us and I think we'll manage some way. Well, I'm not fretting against Provi- dence, said Joe, but I don't see how there can be anything done this time. Three hours later Old Joe carried the milk from the barn and was opening the door, when a long, black touring car swung to a stop before the porch. Listen, neighbor, could you spare me a gallon or so of gas? asked the dark and dapper little man at the wheel. To be sure, said Joe. He picked up the tin pail on the porch, which he had brought from town. I just got a couple of gallons this afternoon, and he readily poured the fluid into the tank of the big car. I'll be in town again tomorrow and you're welcome. The heavy car roared away toward the town. Listen, Luigi, said the little driver, are you sure this gas'll last out?,' Oh, quit your worrying, growled the driver. Sure it'll do. And next time you make sure there's a tankful before you start for one of these backwoods places. The town was dark when the car stopped before the bank. 'Take it easy, said Bill. I'll get the soup out of the keister while you open the place. Luigi paused momentarily before the door. Then it swung open and the two men entered. For the next twenty minutes there was no sound but the oiled whir of a keen bit biting into the tempered steel of the old bank vault. SOUTH C. I. Okay, shoot! Luigi quickly covered the cracks of the door with a brown soap and then, from a tiny bottle which he held cautiously in a felt pad, poured a greasy liquid into the drilled hole. Take a look out front, he muttered. Bill peered carefully out the window. Okay, blow it! A match flared. The two men crouched behind a steel filing cabinet. There was a dull roar and the vault door toppled back- ward in one little surprised hop, and lay flat on the floor. Never mind the bags-probably all coppersf' growled Bill. The two men scooped empty the cash drawers and raced to the curb. The starter of the big car whined. Again the starter made the little, choking murmur, but the big engine made no response. With impatience Bill shoved his com- panion from the wheel. Here come the cops, he yelled. Get out of here, you-,U and his foot found the starter as the words flowed on. Next day Luigi's body lay crumpled on a marble slab in the coroner's office of the nearest city, his blood-reddened hands clutched over his heart. Bill, in defiant hate, slumped against the back of the chair across from the detective-inspector. Well, you caught us cold,' 'he spat, Hbut you wouldn't have come near us if that triple-starred car hadn't quit. I was going to tell you about that, Bill, smiled the detective. You remem- bered where you stopped to get the gas? You mean that old man I gave the fake half dollar to? Yes, replied the detective. He was in this morning. It seems he is a little careless and last night when he went to give you the gas he picked up the coal-oil can. The coal-oil burned all right while your engine was hot, but when you stopped,-well, you stopped right over for court today. . Kturn. to page 822 page twenty-three

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TIIIIEE SIIATTIEIRIEIO IDOL By EDNA GARDNER, IV Bq OR over a week the Harrison family had suffered. It began when Eve met the curly-headed , gl Adonis in the cottage with the striped shutters. With the exception of the love-stricken Eve, they all bitterly regretted having come to Silver Beach for the summer. 'Oh. Mumsf, Eve glanced anxiously along the beach, I do believe the peroxide blonde is trying to vamp him. Eve! her mother protested, I cannot allow you to call Sally a peroxide blonde, even if she is trying to vamp your new flame. Please, please, Mums, Eve looked up soulfully, don't refer to Alfred as my flameg this is the real thing. What on earth are you turning your eyes up, like a dying duck, for L? Mr. Har- rison looked up from his paper. Are you ill, Eve? You just don't understand, Tom, Mrs. Harrison's mouth twitched, t'Eve has met her ideal man. Yeah, she has fallen for a walking collar-ad, by the name of Alfred Telfer, Roy, Eve's older brother, said disgustedly. 'tAfter all she said about the name, 'Alfredif' You keep still, Roy, Eve turned away impatiently. If I disliked the name in my extreme youth, that doesn't mean I can't change my mind. Anyone can make a mistake. Alfred is all right, Billy, the youngest of the family, put in with an impish grin. He is a bit knock-kneed, but nobody is perfect. Mother, Eve stormed, please speak to the boys. Don't let them talk like that. Mrs. Harrison gave the boys a long look, and they took the canoe paddles and went out grinning broadly. Mr. Harrison had returned to his paper and Eve was free to rave on, sure of one sympathetic listener. ' Should I wear my new pink dress to the dance tonight? she asked a little SOUTH C. I. anxiously. I look more grown up in it. But I don't want you to look grown up, Mrs. Harrison objected. After all, you are only seventeen, and you look so sweet in your little white dress. lx X.'X X. ' X xl ' X X ,I fkiy . ' - f 1 , X, X ,I fXX X V 1. ZX. 1 P X ,-X ,x ,rs . ,N Ts fyy' f i ,fi i. gi . ,LL ' g.i'J56. 35125 . 44' ggi YT 129 2 X '1'-'fJ'5'L2f' , ' ' .iss f xxx .V A-1 A X' l figs I ll, gf I n 2 Wim! xl jlx x' yxrlj. . I ' 'X ' ' 7 I . was .ill , ,fm A 5 WV-5 A -as - 7594 'f . I.- 1 2.522 l A H I 55'-iii iii Y i Y Y - 7 ' -- g-gg . T AQ fsf - I A 1 -e islam? He is Cl bit knoclf-A'1zeed, but nobody is perfect. Oh, mother, you are making things awfully hard for me, Eve wailed. If Alfred sees me in that silly dress he will just fade away. I look too young in it, and he is twenty-one. Quite an old man, her mother mur- mured. Then, perhaps because she remem- bered her own iirst love, she consented to the wearing of the disputed pink crepe dress. When Eve was dressed and waiting for her escort that evening, she turned a pair of pleading brown eyes on her father. Daddy, will you please sleep inside to- night? she begged. I will be mortified if we are greeted by your loudest snores when Alfred brings me home tonight. A plain snore is bearable, but you whistle as well, and you can be heard for blocks. Oh, well, rather than have you morti- fied I will stay off the porch, Mr. Harri- son agreed good-humouredly. But I bet your boy friend can do his share of snor- Ktzzwrn to page 862 page twenty-five