North Bay Collegiate Institute and Vocational School - Northland Echo Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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' THE NORTHLAND ECHO 33 way back into town that night, and they were on the verge of hysteria. when they reached home. Is that all? I asked, a little impatient at the idea. of it not being as gruesome as I had expected. No, some time later the same two girls were dining in one of our down- town restaurants. They had both ordered apple pie for dessert. One of the girlS cut down into her pie and what do you think she found? Mary! I screamed. Her ring? No! . . . Apples! LAVENDER Ross Dickey It was the day before my mother-'s birthday and my friend, Ben Timberly, and I were down town trying to think of something I could buy her for a present. How about a pair of gloves? sug- gested Ben. A woman can always use a new pair. No, I said, this has got to be a real present, something that she can wear any time. How about a pair of shoes? Ben again suggested. No, that won't do either because I don't know what size of shoe she wears, I replied. Well, then, I know the very thing for her, Ben cried. Some perfume! And I know the very kind and just where to get it. You finally hit upon something worth while, I said. Where can I get it and what kind is it? It's Lavender perfume, said Ben. and you can get it at that new Laven- der Shop that opened last Wednesday on Main Street. Swiftly we went down a few more blocks until there, before us, stood a huge glass-fronted, black and white shop with a large Lavender Perfume sign hanging out in front. We entered and were met by an attractive young woman who asked us what she could do to help us. I was wondering if you could help me select a bottle of perfume for a mid- dle-aged woman, I stated. You see, to-morrow is her birthday and it needs to be something very special. I have the very thing, replied the clerk. It's our 'Lavender De Luxe' and it only costs five dollars for this small bottle. Here, smell it, and judge for yourself. She held the bottle below my nose and I inhaled a strong, sweet smelling aroma, That will do very nicely, I told her. Wrap it up and I'll take it now. I paid the girl and put the bottle in my coat pocket. Ben and I having com- pleted our task, started for home. As we hurried homewards we were obliged to watch our step because a light rain had made the streets very slippery. Since I had come over half way home without falling I suppose I became a bit careless and didn't think that it was necessary to take such great precaution. I had hardly gone a half a block, how- ever, when I tripped on a curb and fell on the pavement. Take care, said Ben, as he rushed over and helped me to stand on my feet. Or you'll break that bottle oi perfume. Say, you didn't break it at that, did you, because I smell something very strong? I reached into my pocket and my hand came into contact with some broken pieces of glass and a wet, sticky sub- stance. Sure enough, I had broken that bottle and the odour of Lavender De Luxe was spread around me. That's done it, said Ben, Phewl what a stink! Walk on ahead will you? I can't stand the smell of that stuff. I removed my coat and with it slung over my arm I renewed my journey home with Ben walking several yards behind me. Carry your coat for you Madam? cried one of the amused people passing by. Where is the flower show, girlie? yelled another. What perfume company are you advertising for? shouted another. One old lady even had the nerve to ask me what kind of perfume it was and where she could buy it because she liked it so well. With these embarrassing remarks to make me uncomfortable, I finally arrived home with my face as red as a beet. What ever is that smell? inquired my mother, as I entered the house. I explained it all to her as best I could and then ran to my room to take off my suit. I hung it out in the air for about a week to see if the smell would go away and seeing that it did not help matters very much I sent the suit to the clean- ers to see if they could do anything about it. The cleaners returned the suit nicely pressed and cleaned, but still a little of the aroma remained. At last, thinking away. that it was useless, I threw the suit So ever since I have never liked the smell of Lavender.

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34 THE NORTHLAND ECHO 'Multi it wwillil' F, ililiiiil 'fi' .V X ly um5.gM,f Q L l , X.iNlIi...X , 'V ' ex iii X il? . i N -,,.W.,i. l9'3?????Y F f iii 2, vp sE ti . u ii ' .-. R12 I: . LYLE VVHITHAM, Sports Editor All boys' sports arc under the super- vision of Mr. M. L. Troy, B.A.. who coaches all the teams with occasional assistance of a senior player, Speaking on behalf of the players on tho senior teams I would like to thank Coach Troy for spending his time and, at times. his money for our benefit. It is not only as coach and players as 3 fvx 26. that we come in contact. but as the best of friends. The only return that he asks is that each boy under him will develop into a clean-cut, courageous, honest young man. There is no need to say what a grand job he is doing: that is very evident. Once again from the boys and myself I would like to say, Thank you, Sir. swf' if -1-4' 1. -I'IXlC1'I'TlVlQS OF THE ATHLETIC SOCIETIES Back Huw: Tom lfrziir, Glen Wliitham. M. L. Troy Front Row: Mnigtiuiitu Lzxlruncc, Beverly Gunn, Marion Alford