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

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Ag ggTHE MUSE ALUMNI l - HE Grad's of '31 have Q V' gone,theh'paths have dr v T .3 verged and they have left l I ' 1 Malvern's paternal walls, and T g have sallied forth to battle T 'jfitc' -T51 'c with life armed with tive ' A' .J 'P year's training. But though 1 'swf 'J they no more stroll through A W the halls of their Alma Mater l f. ll ,im ',., ,QQ they will never be forgotten, 'K for they form a link in. Mal- , vi 4 vern's glorious past, without ,, '42 ,4g.,igY44,y4,' ,, 'r ' - g which the chain were incom- T - , plete. Thus, we take this op- f' S V - '4 ' ' L, K A portunity of making known to 1 A W H 'jf you the activities which many i J.- . ., of your former friends and ' ,A f ' M' colleagues pursue. am- I ., W wa. v , - g f - A number of last year's ' ' , ' f illustrious fifth despairing A over the much discussed weak- aywge nesses of modern youth. felt disposed to prepare them- selves to take coming generation in hand and for this purpose are attending Normal School. These inspired students are Charley Box, Betty Brownlee, James Davey, Kathleen Geddes, Harry McArthur, Thelma Parker, Sarah Siegel. Muriel lVellar, Margaret VVestlake and Rowan 'Wilson. Ernest Aeberli and John Birrel are studying at Varsity, while Mimi Gould, Elizabeth Kennedy and Dorothy Schauflier are also ex- periencing the first thrills of college life. Helen Duke and Phyllis Reid are training at St. Michael's, While Helen Curliss is practising the noble profession at the General. Cleeve Horne is following the natural trend of his genius at the College of Art. Betty Oakes and Mary Starr, feeling that financial circles will provide the greatest scope for their activities, are now employed in the Canada Life, while Dorian Wray and Gertrude McGregor have enlisted the help of Shaw's before making their debut into the world of secretaries and stenographers. Margaret Wilson and Reginald Watters are, of course, taking advantage of the scholarships which they won. We wish them every success! Ruth Philips and Ruth Reed are at Gregg's Business College. l 52 l

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THE MUSE The students of the past year certainly seem to have upheld Malvern traditions and to have been successful in their attempts to establish themselves in the world, but this success has not merely been confined to last year's pupils as clearly shown by an extract from a letter which Elizabeth Harris, a graduate of Malvern, writes to us. ln an all too short visit with Miss Barr. I inadvertently consented to jot down a few of the events in my life since leaving Malvern. Where to start is indeed a simple enough matter, but what to say and when to stop is quite a different one. On the day of my last matriculation examination I returned to St. Louis to live. In the fall of 1924 I entered Washington University. which is located in St. Louis. Four years later I graduated-some what wiser, no sadder, and much richer in the friends and knowledge which I had acquired. Another year was spent in graduate study, but it was not until June, 1930, that I received the degree of Master of Science. Immedi- ately after finishing my work at the university I became an engineer- ing assistant with the Southwestern Bell Telephone Company, which position I still occupy and enjoy. There are many others no less worthy of attention than those noted here, whom we would have liked to mention, but as space does not permit we may only express to one and all sincere desires for their future fortune. -DOROTHY BELL. IN THE WOODS Blue patches far above the rustling green, Gold sunlight on the dark stem of the pine, Brown fragrant needles, glossed with satin sheen, Sweet silence-and this magic hour is mine. Two butterflies are flickering in the blue, Two little flames, all shining bronze and gold, Two living bits of sunlight, fluttering through Where more light is than all the leaves can hold. Across the branches of a fallen tree A fragile, trembling, spider web is spun, All soft and pearly gray, and fair to see, All flashing opal fire in the sun. Here is no care, but loveliness and 1'est. Here Beauty walks, in misty green and gray, Here is the heart by perfect peace possessed, And quiet joy, that will not slip away. -RUTH SHEPARD. 5531