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

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Jestnuts By Peter Mason IVC. B. Buchanan: My father gave my brother a dime to behave himself. H. Beilley: Oh, l suppose you're good for nothing! The people who came over on the l-lindenburg say they had a high old time.. Does your landlord ask very much for rent? No, only about twelve times a year. B. Turner: l like playing tennis better than going out with the fellas. M. Fraser: Then 'love' means nothing to you. After a big dinner of mutton, a very bad sea arose, and the ocean liner was tossing wildly. A pale-faced passenger crossed the dining-room and said to the orchestra leader, Er-would you mind playing, 'Don't give up the sheep'? She: Oh! My kitten has scratched me! Bacing Enthusiast: Don't Worry, dear, many a good horse has been scratched. if 1: ar And then there was the referee at the track meet of the lunatic asylum who started the races by shouting, They're off! Mr. Armstrong: What's the formula for copper sulphate? Graeme Camerol: Er-What did you ask me, sir? Mr. Armstrong: Cu after four, Graeme. Sl' 'k Q' How's things, mister? Well, l have to scratch around for a living. HoW's that? Oh, l'm a furniture mover. 1233 Z l X x e- l A ZNN Z 2 7 Q 'malxes me siux- fjicanl- he use his heaci. l think one half of education consists in associating with brilliant minds. Ohl l was just wondering Why you've been hanging around me. i' if A' B. Hill: l actually take Women off their feet. G. Cameron: l-low? By selling them shoes too small? Mary Fraser: Am l made of dust? Betty Ferris: l should say not. M. Fraser: Why? B. Ferris: Because you never dry up. The typewriting machine may make good im- pressions, but it's the adding machine that counts. lf your boss came along now you'd be sunk. Yes, l'm a deep-sea diver. 'k i' 1' lrate Customer: Here, look What you did! Laundryman: l can't see anything wrong with that lace. Customer: Lace? That was a sheet. 'R' it W Bert Buchanan: l never do anything by n + f halves. It's no use talking turkey to a man that's F ,Bill Inhnntnnr Hob UO? HOW dn You eat grape' chicken-hearted. mm? ' F R A N K S M I T H LONDUN'S ORIGINAL - CASH AND CARRY Dnnning Every Evening 10-00 - 2-00 GROCERIES HND FINE FRUTTS IN SEASON Saturday, 9.00 - 12.00 'T - Friday Night is Collegiate Night - RAY Kissing AECESESTRA WARREN SMITH, l.s.c.1. '25. GLADYS SMITH, L.S.C.'. '31 all . .' 51

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Southern Times -, - Q-7 7 A Y SA Hueston News Phntn Back Row-J. Garside, R. Young, R. Parker, J. Colwill, R. Hill, R. Calvert, R. Morgan, R. Shannon, L. Bum-h, J. Wuulley J. Walker, G. Jeffery, L. Clinton, G. Carruthers. Middle Row-H. Black, W. Dicks, M. Hicks, B. Marsh, N. Young, H. Scheiclfnzr, B. Baker, Mr. McKillop, B. Mnure, li. Millar J. Purser, R. Walters, FI. Kelly, C. Hoare, L. Wray. Front Row-D. Witvhell, J. Gamble, N. McAlpine, E. Gordon, T. Buck, D. Bannimza, L. Cule, L. Axforfl, M. Kelly, P. Gilmrmr D. Norton. J, Fountain. 5th Year' Back Row' -lLeft to right!-R. Mclntyre, J. Burridge, D. Park, I. Owen, H. Dwyer, D. Fillmore, F. Chesham, C. Jensen, D. McKenzie, R. Parker, I. Simington, F. Southcott, C. Cunningham, H. Foriht, L. Moon, L. Button. Middle Row-E. Trout, P. Dewan, J. Govan, M. Muldun, J. Williams, B. Macfle, B. Ferrfs, Miss Macpherson, C. Macklin, M. Fraser, H. Hamlyn, M. Corneille, M. Dennis, E. Gray, J. Lee. Front Row fR. Canniff, E. Chesham, M. Stevenson, B. Kains, J. Jnrmain, D. Bryan. L. McFadden, J. Hickman, I. Miles, I. Hobscn, E. Marshall, C. Watson. 1 . J p ,-mix

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fit Hman- -2250 -1 Y ! s X .91 ff Q GQ-2 ixwu'-u I had QIXMSTQRY thzl vvouli YQWHI nqiexgf Betty Ferris: Don't you think Ken Keene is an angel? Mary Fraser: Yes, no good on earth. 1- i- al' Mr. Byles tto Pete Mason coming in latel: What kept you so late? .. Pete Mason: Well, you told us to obey the traffic signs and the sign said 'School, go slow'. Q Q- -A- SONGS Q Nudist Song: My baby don't care for clothes. Triplets Song: Trees. Symptom Song: Symptoms I'm happy and symptoms I'm blue, Corset Song: Some of these stays. Mr. Ireland's Song: 'Ohm, Sweet 'Ohm. Cuspidor Song: Oh how I miss you tonight. Vegetarian Song: Till we meet again. 'P 1' i' She was only a bootlegger's daughter, but I love her still. 1- 1 1- She was the apple of her father's eye, but she was only appealing to me. ir 1- 1- ZERO MORNING There may be some few supermen Who jump up when they ought to But most of us crawl out just when We've absolutely got tol i' i' 'I' Miss MacPherson: No, I don't drive my car in winter because I hate the ruts. Mrs. Carr-Harris: Well, at least they keep you on the road. A- vt- 'A- ' Don Fillmore: I am one of the leading lights at South. Mr. Dinsmore: Yes, you're one of the fixtures. 52 Herman Scheiding Ipondering over a physics problemlz I don't see where you get your four feet. Mr. Ireland: I only have two. How many have you? if Il' 'k In Germany, since the black-shirt regime everyone has been having a hard time to find a white-collar job. 1- -A- 1: Teacher: Why haven't you learned your geography? Bill Olmsted: I heard Dad say that the world was changing every day, so I thought I would wait till it settled down. -A- al- A- Mary Fraser I got zero in French Comp. to-day. Betty Ferris: Thats nothing to worry about. i' 'A' 'k MISS CONGO I am a hippo-pota-mus ' A-playing steamboat in the stream, I'm thirty-six around the bust, And forty round the beam. 1' 1' 1' I-Iow do you like your chimney sweeping job? , I Oh, it soots me. 1' i' 1' Betty Turner: What makes the leaves turn red in the fall? PeqQY Gilmour: I guess they blush to think how green they were in the spring. Bob Calvert: Do you keep hairbrushes for boys with genuine bristles and ebony backs? Clerk: No sir. Bob Calvert: Well have you got a comb for youngster with Celluloid teeth? 1' ul' 'k Mr. Burns: Fallis, give the principal parts of the verb 'to hear.' Fallis: Psss-t, Smith, what's the verb 'to hear'? Smith: I dunno. Fallis Idunno, idunare, idunnavi idunnatumf' Mr. Burns: What on earth do you think you're giving? Fallis: I dunno. , Mr. McKiIlop was testing the general knowl- edge of the fifth form. Slapping a half-dollar Ori the desk, he said sharply: What's that? Iack'Macaulay: Tails, sir.