Malvern Collegiate Institute - Muse Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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E .li1E.,Blg'.Q-...c..-.iw I use JUST ONE MORE CHANCE By Gregory Cl-ark HAT shall I write about? I asked the editor of the Muse. Anything you like. said he, easily. Yes, but you're the editor. It is up to you to give the assignment. I How about this? he said, sitting forward with a jabbing finger, and all he needed was a cigar stub to look like Lou Marsh. How about-'If I had my high school days to live over again'? Sold, said I. If I had my high school days to do over again, now that my Har- bord days are twenty-live years behind me-texcuse me! Malvern was out in the country then: you don't mind if I went to Harbord, do you'?I I would do again many of the things I did. But I would play some game. I never played any game at Har- bord. Not even hookey. But now that I see the men around me, I notice that those of them who played games are not as lit physically as I am. They seem to have spent too much energy when they were young. Furthermore, most of them have a sense of the Manly Thing, the sportsmanlike thing, which I lack, and it gives me a fearful ad- vantage over them. If I had my chance over again, I would play rugby or hockey or something so as to be even with my fellow men. I hate to have the bulge on them like this. Then I would pay more attention to mathematics. The only way I got through mathematics-oh, well! Why tell such things. This isn't confession, and anyway I am a continuing Methodist. But here I am, nearly forty years old, without the slightest logi- cal sense whatever. And in a world filled with logic, with people whose brains work smoothly on the principle that a X b : c, I am terribly handicapped. They all said that what goes up must come down, and, like a fool, I believed them and did not spend one cent in the stock market. So I never had 350.000, as all the other fellows did, the ones who were good at mathematics. It would have been nice to have had S50,000. I said. have had. I had my chance, when I was young, to take a business course at high school. But I missed it. I would take that business course now, if I had a second chance, because everybody who knows about business knows what is wrong with business now. I'm different. l'm just ignorant. I don't know what is the matter with business. So it goes. Neglected, ignored, waved airily aside were all my chances to be a good, sound, knowledgeable Toronto citizen. owning my own home twith an 80 per cent mortgage on itj a good party man, voting the right way all the way-why, my goodness! I never vote the same way twice, and lately I haven't voted at all. And as for the mortgage on my house, I don't even own a house. The man who owns my house was good at trigonometry. CAnd rents are doWn.J E181

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THE MUSE Dear Editor:- Every year the Muse staff is chosen from Fifth Form and their term of office is one year. Any of you who have ever had anything to do with editing a magazine will realize just how much work it is when one has had no experience. I think that the senior members of the staff should be from Fifth but I think the junior editors should be chosen from Fourth Form. They should be elected with the idea of being the senior editors the following year. In this way you always have someone on your staff who knows what it is all about. I hope that due consideration will he given to this problem in the picking of the next Muse staff. -D. L. Dear Editor:- I have desired for some time to express my views regarding the annual school song. Due to this practice, the school has never devel- oped a traditional anthem. In my opinion, the prize-winning song written in 1931 by Miss Barbara Roberts should be instilled in the hearts of the First Formers till it becomes a very necessary part of their school lives. The upper school students should familiarize them- selves with it. It would be one more link in the consolidating chain of school spirit. The Maids of Malvern could continue to enter the yearly con- test, but I believe the song mentioned above should be made a school tradition and should become as sacred to the students as the Varsity Alma Mater to the University of Toronto. I heartily advocate this and believe and hope that those in author- ity will sponsor it. I would like to see something done in this line before I leave school in June. -A FIFTH FORMER. Dear Editor:- Say, why don't you have a column or two of notes, etc., from, for or to each Form-from 1A to 5Z-you know, to console the First Formers, who might tlike I didj thinkt?J that the Hon. Muse was written, published and owned and read by the old-timers only. -2A. Dear Editor:- When I attended Public School, I once looked into the Daily Register and saw printed there that for the opening exercises every morning there should be read a suitable selection from the Bible, then the Lord's Prayer should be repeated. I am glad to say that up to the Third Form this form of opening was carried out, but for the last two years all we have done, unfor- tunately, is to repeat the Lord's Prayer. I do not think this good old custom should be considered obsolete. Yours sincerely, HROBESPIERREH. I 17 l

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,T H E -IL Q55 No, ma'am. if I had it to do over again, I would certainly strive to be a number one boy, a good athlete and a first-class debater. You believe me, I am sure. For what did my high school, dear old Harbord give me? Just some rags and tatters of the things I loved and love stillg the rooms of my spirit are draped with bits ripped from Wordsworth lmy English master had never heard of The Prelude-it wasn't in the authorized school editionli glorious banners from Tennyson, sweet archaic bowls, mugs, platters from Shakespeare set along the mantel shelf of my heart: the carpet is a rag rug, a sort of hooked rug from old Quebec, with bits of Parkman, with authentic snatches of Mac- kenziana, and through it goes a pattern of thin, faded stuff that seems to be of Latin and Greek material .... I don't know: it might be nice to have a room for your spirit all checkered up with nice modernistic geometric patterns, with bright. keen paint on the walls, and trophies of sport set around. But I like the room Harbord helped me furnish. My heart is very happy there. NIGHT LIFE Anne Marjorie Beer 66 AN you night-edit to-night with me? said the Women's Editor one day as I, a green reporter on the College daily, went into the office to receive the day's assignment of work. Yes! I gulped in eagerness, and immediately after was torn between fear and yearning. Night-editing! The phrase conjured up no picture, but casual remarks of other night-editors haunted me for the rest of the day. My family received the news with a misgiving mingled with pride-never before had a member of our tribe stayed up all night to edit a newspaper! I scoffed at the misgiving and basked in the pride, and set out for the night office about eight o'clock. Any feeling of self-importance vanished when I arrived there. The monotonous sound of printing presses at work, the peculiar, haunting smell of printer's ink plunged me immediately into a new and strange world. Here and there were reporters and editors, trying to talk above the noise. pounding on typewriters, writing feverishly. Instantly impressed with the feeling that the task at hand was all- important, I hurried into the inner office where the Women's Editor was already deep in work. She greeted me cheerily, gave me a few words of general advice, thrust a pile of papers into my hand, and bade me proof-read. Inspired by the spirit of urgency that seemed everywhere I grabbed a pencil and commenced. How grateful I was for the proof-reading I had done in the good old days on THE MUSE! Ilfll