Montreal High School - Magazine Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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40 THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE Q. lf ' --:X T I ex. -. -1 SM-T , I 2 . ,HE t w . - -.32 x-.41 3 ' My !' I We, as ----2' , f sf- 1- anh v - ztrfxgmmf BOOKS from every student, nothing would be rejected, A darkened room, a cosy chair, And I so snug within mylair, Here, by my hand, a book or two, Books that are old, yet ever new. These are my friends, in heat or cold, To me, they're worth large sums of gold, For in their tales my life I pass, Like Alice Through the Looking-glass. And when I've read one story through, I take another--read that too. Ah! do I hear Adventure's drums? No, just the sandmanlmhere he comes. EILEEN COLLINS, 11-2-A. THE IDEAL MAGAZINE PRESUME it is the ambition of this school, as of all such institutions, to create the perfect-the ideal magazine. Therefore, gentle reader tall readers are gentlelj, perhaps you would not be averse to considering for a few minutes the respective advantages and dis- advantages of such a production. First, let us get a clear understanding as to what the word perfect really means. Webster's dictionary tells us that it designates something that is complete, and without spot or blemish , but alas, the latter half of the definition is impossible in this case, so we shall dismiss it from our thoughts at once. This leaves us with the warning that to be perfect, it must be complete, and indeed our magazine would be complete, It would contain articles or sketches nothing altered, everything as we had wished it to be. Oh, what a magazine we could haves- as large as the Encyclopedia Brittanica! And how we should enjoy it, as we devoured our own humble efforts! But, unfortunately, we cannot repose on a bed of roses, without finding the thorns, and alas, there are many thorns here. What are these thorns, you ask? Read on, and you will soon know. Little work could be done, for lessons would be neglected while we pored over the gigantic volumes, our teachers would be frantic, lest we might all fail in our approaching examinations, we would grow pale and sleepy- eyed with sitting up late in order to peruse our masterpiece, and also be worn-out with the exertion of carrying the huge hooks around with us. Such would be our lot if the perfect magazine were ever published, but it never will be. For eager pupils would swamp the editorial board, queues of more eager pupils would extend far down University St. an d block the traffic. Then our efficient police force would niarch up to the school, pull the members of the board out of the deluge of papers which enveloped them, and carry them off to jail. So now, gentle reader Cdoubtless you are feeling rather ferocious if you have read thus far, but nevertheless, Ugentle reader sounds more con- ventionalj, perhaps you realize that the perfect magazine, the ideal magazineefeis an impossibility. By the way, we forgot to define ideal,l' so, referring once again to our Wfebsterls, we read, Hideal: existing in imagination only. This, indeed, is true, our perfect magazine must ever exist 'fin imagination only . LILIAS L. DAVIES,11-2-A,

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HE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE 39 HAROLD BARRINGTON CThe Greatjz K'My strength is as the strength of ten. Occup.: Scout Boys. Pet. Exp.: Drake feathers. tendcnt. Prob. dest.: Clerking in the Royal Bank. FRED. V. CERINI QFritzD: 1 I closed my lids and kept them closed. Occup: Sleeping through classes. Pet. Exp.: S'fake. Ambition: To own wan biggahottadoggastan' Prob. dest.: Alderman of the 'nth Ward. ROBERT S. COLEMAN CShmokJ: t'If I had the wings of an angelf' Occup.: Aeronautics. Pet Exp.: Uh huh. Cmeaning ycsb. Ambition: To fly solo. Activities: Sr. football, Prefect, Mag. Board C. F., Sc. Soc., Capt., Class rugby, Class basket ball, baseball. HOWARD FERNYHOUGH QFernyD': Oh hell what have We here '? Occup.: Latest dance steps. Pet Exp.: Oh girls. Activities: Regular social lion. Prob. dest.: B. F. Keith's circuit. Cloud Scene Ambition: To be a Sunday School Superin-

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