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

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THE NORTHLAND ECHO 65 Girl: Are you a toe dancer? Partner: No!' Girl: Then get off my toes. Time stands still when I'm with you, dear. No wonder, your face would stop a. clock! .- You'll find the present crop of politi- cians surprisingly well up in all the big questions of the day if you refrain from answering the answers. Some time ago newspapers carried the news that Italy devised a process of making wool out of milk. It must make the cows feel sheepish. The following story was told by Mr. Hardwick one day in IIC, much to our amusement: One evening, Mr. Hardwick did relate, Finds a gentleman going to keep a date, With his girl-friend at his girl-friend's house, He felt timid as a rabbit, and frightened as a mouse. He rang the doorbell, waited in dread, Wishing to goodness that he were dead. And when she answered the door, he wore a nervous grin, He spluttered and blurted, 'Is Irene in'?' Well they spent a quiet evening, the way all couples do, And, she said as he was leaving, 'Here's something you never knew.' She had smeared lipstick on his tie, it was no use to struggle, His mind was blank, he could not think, He did feel quite befuddled, 'You're the light of my life,' to George, Irene had said. Dad shouted down the stairs to her: 'Put out that light and come to bedl' And so ends our tale, as the gentleman fled. Mr. Simpson was giving IIC a pep talk to encourage them in their sale of tickets for the play and for a shining example he told the story of a Collegian of the past who was so anxious to sell tickets that when he went to one house the lady who answered the door said it would be impossible because her husband was away that week-end and she had no one to mind the baby. The Collegian inquired eagerly if that was her only reason and when she said it was he immediately offered his services saying that he would mind the balby. That, said Mr. Simpson, was his whole-hearted spirit. He looked expectantly around the room to see if his pep talk had struck the responsive chords in the students. but they were strangely unmoved with immobile expressions until Guenette leaned forth and said, You forgot to tell us how old the baby was! AH HEAVEN!- QTHEME SONG OF IICJ Oh give me a life of pleasure, give me a life of ease, My joy I could never measure, to travel and do as I please, Don't let the old school bell hold me, Or sound of the teacher's voice But let me travel alone, all on my own And all by myself I'll rejoice IIC ROMANCES Around the room in French period, I took a hasty glance, And I learned right then, why French was called the language of romance, For there was Guenette struggling, and trying his very best, To help sweet, Ruth Walker, out with that hard French test. I looked at Betty Thompson, with her come hither smile, Which Bebee seemed to worship in French period all the while, And then blonde Clara Johnson does let her glances stray Over towards Burrows, where eventually they do stay. Then, Ruth Rankin, in her naive way, that's shy For Upton she does not conceal, the romance I imply. Bob Weegar talks to Doreen, he chatters all the time, But what they say I Wish I knew, I'd write it in this rhyme. And Doris Axler chatters, about her romances many While I sit back and bemoan the fact Poor me, I haven't any! Alas for Mr. Hardwick, alas for all us too, For while all this goes on in class, how much French could we do?

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64 THE NORTHLAND ECHO Did anyone notice a very peculiar gas in the atmosphere of the Science Room February S, 1940? A certain brunette lass of IIC wore a new pair of shoes to school and after suffering the most painful tortures and untold agonies during History and Latin periods, she took her usual seat beside XVilma and then with a sigh of relief kicked her shoes off under the desk in the Science Class. Guenette is a firm believer that the most famous VVALTONIAN expression is You'l1 stay for 45 minutes. Judging from the selection of nick- names, one would be led to believe they are chosen to suit their temperament, but that does not explain Cupid Unger, or does it? Vvhat IIC lass used the Latin word amo with the proper emphasis while talking to her heart throb who does not take Latin and his curiosity became so aroused that he asked a friend who did know its meaning and since he found out he has gone with her ever since? Per- haps Confucius could explain it. Stranger than fiction and strange as is seems, two very good friends of IIC took violently sick during the dinner hour. lThe hour detention they gained previously from Miss Walton gave them indigestion I guess.i Anyway, something even more strange, or perhaps it's just a coincidence, is that Thibiault Hill was perfect that day for skiing. Is Bruce Larochelle the reason for Ha.zel's numerous half-holidays? It's been rumored that Muriel Reed adores McIntyre's cherubic expressions. So does Miss Walton. Note: She also believes Fred Weegar has eyes like Bette Davis. Well- I'm sure Mr. Hardwick would love to listen in on Clara, Burrows and Lowry's jokes sometime. Everyone does. If Bette Baxter were searching for a. suitable theme song why not try There's Something About a Soldier ? NVQ all know that there are many fornalf-s attracted to his magnetic charms, but who attracts him? Wouldn't we love to know! JOKING! Mr. Simpson: McIntyre, stop that talking! McIntyre: I wasn't talking, but now I'm going to speak my mind. ' Mr. Simpson: Ah! Silence at last! R. Lowry to Clara: What's the seven- letter word for mushroom? Clara tbrightlylz Parlour. Miss Walton: Ray, what are you doing? Bebee: Nothin'. Miss Walton: That's not hard to believe. Miss Walton: Bob Weegar, here you are talking, after promising me you'd be a good boy, and you know I promised you a detention if you weren't. Well? What have you to say for yourself? B. Weegar: Well, Miss Walton, see- ing I didn't keep my promise, you don't have to keep yours! Mrs. Hoey: Decline a third declension noun for me, June. June whispers to Marian P: Wha.t's a third declension noun? Marian: Dunno. June: Dunno, dunnio, dunni -etc. Mr. Hardwick to McIntyre: You must spend a fortune for gum. B. Weegar: Naw! He gets it from under the seats. Miss Walton: Guenette, you better come to your detention tonight. Guenette: Why can't I come tomor- row night? Miss Walton: Now, Guenette, it's not convenient for me to come tomorrow night. Guenette: Well now, Miss Walton, it's not convenient for me to come to- night. Editor: You wrote every line of this poem yourself I understand? Poet: Yes sir, every line. Editor: Well, I'm glad to meet you Edgar Allan Poe. I thought that you were dead long ago!

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66 THE NORTHLAND ECHO IIIA Collegiate Mr. Hardwick George Barker FORM NOTES Miss Hamer: Gwendolyn, what was the character in the Bible called Job afflicted with? Gwendolyn: Worms, tBoils.D Miss Gliddon tafter sending McLean to the boardl: Now pick out someone you want to keep you company. McLean: She isn't here. Miss Gliddon: Taylor, why don't you walk right? Taylor: I can't3 my ancestors were apes. The topic was the comparing of the prices of men's and wornen's clothes. Miss Morgan: It costs just as much to make a skirt as to make a pair of man's trousers. Wigston: But don't women buy more clothes? Miss Morgan: How do you know so much about women's clothes, Wigston? VVigston: I've got three sisters. A FRENCH PERIOD Theres a scuffle going on ahead. It's VViggy and Martin throwing lead. West and Cummings fight it outg Torrance and Godin start a bout. Sadie and Miriam scratch and spitg June and Lila growl a bit. Peaver and Holmes gab and grin, Duquette swings at Taylor as he sticks out his chin. Mr. Hardwick lays lustily about, But a flying book gives him a lusty clout. The teacher is hit on the chin By a spitball aimed at Gwendolyn. He jumps in the air with a shriek and a roar, And goes off his nut for evermore. JUST A VERSE Lowry's perpetual motion, VVigston's continu'd commotion, And Cummings' ever ready asides Break the peace that always abides In Mr. Hardwick's IIIA Form. With teachcr's ever warning storm VVe need some new and waking thought From boring subjects always taught. dhmvfa ?'scsai ssichtol'ssT IIIB Collegiate Miss L. Hamer R. Coombes WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW Why a certain-girl blushes so when we pass IVB in the hall. Who is he, Alma? Why Anita Burnie is always singing Oh, Johnnie '? I guess she means Jack B. Q Why Eleanore Jacques likes the lower hall by the office. They say he has curly hair. Where May Smith's Superman she talks so much about lives? Why Marg. Owen won't come to our Arena. I guess it isn't anything like she sees in Burwash. What boy in Toronto gets his mail from the Richards girls and B. Coombes. They say he's ,Bernice's cousin. What happened to make Frances S. sit sideways in that roomy seat in Miss Gliddon's room? Why Marg. P. has started taking pri- vate lessons in Algebra from Mr. Moore. What is in those long notes Barbara C. is always writing. Why B. Clarke goes with her brother or is H. Clarke her brother? Where Marion A. got that ring that's too big for her. She didn't have it before she went to London. Why Betty E. blushes so sweetly when anybody mentions Archie? Why E. Meeking has found such a sudden interest in dancing. They say he's a jitterbug. Why did Dorothy Burrows change the words of a popular song to, When I walk I like to walk with Reggie. That's what we wondered till we heard about a certain lad who lives on Sixth Ave. THEME SONGS OF IIIB Anita Burnie- Oh Johnny. Eleanore Jacques- Hold Tight. Barbara Clarke4 I get along without you very well. Dorothy Burrows- I took a chance! Gloria Ringrose-Any Nursery rhyme. 1 In Musty Gulch lived Crusty Pete Who never washed hands, face and fectg The people South would often say Winds North, Pete's on the air today.' i