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

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T2 THE NORTHLAND ECHO Form V Collegiate Miss Gliddon Velma Martin JOKES Mr. Firth tin Botany period discussing the liverworti: Now in these green ge-mma cups which look like bird nests, what are we going to find? tmeaning of course gemmal. Daisy: In a loud voice, 'Little green birds.' Mr. Firth tdiscussing the food habits of a fishl: Now, Miss Rankin in your own case of swallowing yourself -but quickly correcting it- leaving out the yourself. Evidently he thought it would be too cannibalistic. Mr. Firth tdiscussing the fish againlz Now, you spell these ducts in connec- tion with fish, 'd-u-c-t-s,' not 'd-u-c-k-s,' as some of you think. Mr. Simpson in Trig.: Now, we are coming to the section in Trig where we will soon be able to measure the height of mountains without first having to climb them. Mr. Simpson again: Now suppose this is the little a that wasn't there. HAIL HISTORY tSeptemberJ XVe know not what thou art, If friend we greet thee heart to heart, If stranger such no longer be, If foe, our marks shall conquer thee. tJ1meJ All are dead who lived it, All are dead who wrote it, All will,die,who learn it. Blessed dead, they earned it. Anon. lmm WE ASK YOU VVhat's in that old saying, Don't tell tales out of school ? We Fifth formers are beginning to think it would be a good idea if it were changed to. Don't tell tales in school. For example, the recently founded order of Babblers incorporated in a certain room by two twe believe? certain teachers. When will Mr. Firth realize he embarrasses us by asking, VVhat do you do with all your time anyway? He should know by now how earnestly and patiently we do our homework. For the first time in the history of school year 1939-40, and it Leap Year too, a boy's smile didn't convince Miss Gliddon that she should reconsider. What's wrong, Cummings? Is there really something after all in that song, O Johnny ? At least one teacher thinks so according to many references which'inspire his jokes. Is Rosie really as shy as he claimed to be one day when Miss Gliddon took it upon herself to introduce some of our girls to him? What order of Insecta does a jitterbug belong to? Also how many horsepower has a horse fly got? STATION B.U.N.K. 8.30 a.m.- Muscular Munches that famous breakfast food, features the Vth form hockey team with Advice for the Amateurs. 8.57 a.m.-S.O.S. How.to reach school in three fleeting moments by Superman Rivet. .' ' , , 9.00 a.m.-Vocal selectiolns Joy Vth with a special request for one teacher of O Johnny. ' ' 9.30-10.30 a.m.-Heather Bird ,Seed Hour with the warblings' of our Scotch lassies the McCubbin Sisters. 10.30-12.00 noon-An open debate. Pupils vs. the Teachers. To take or not to take your detentions. The pupils of course take the negative side. I 1.30 p.m.-The art of slipping in late tthat is without being seenl by Mary Kenny. - 2.00-3.00 p.m.-Mystery play with Miss Gliddon as detective tracking down that fugitive from classfs, Eleanor J. 3.00-4.00 p.m.-Readings from Shake- speare by Orson Welles Vinette. 4.00-4.45 p.m.-The new pastime. Deten- tions with an added attraction. Miss Gliddon will render Careless dedicated to those who failed to keep their appoint- ments with her. HIGHLIGHTS OF OUR LITERATURE PERIODS Miss Hamer certainly puts across her ideas to one certain pupil at least. She had been vainly stressing the idea of seeing th- pictures in the poetry we were reciting without much success until she called upon Monsieur Vinette. Our Orson Welles Vinette had taken this teachei-'s words to heart with the follow- ing result: A lover sighing like a furnace with woeful BALLAD, became a lover sighing like a furnace with woeful BLASTS. Apparently he was picturing it too well.

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THE NORTHLAND ECHO 73 Miss Hamer would appreciate any information she could get on a certain puzzling subject. Shakespeare claims that the centre of one's affections then was the liver. Miss Hamer would like to know if they used livers on Valentines instead of hearts. Anyone know? If so, Miss Hamer is waiting to be enlightened. VTH Who says our fifth is not the best? Why of course we far exceed the rest! No form's pupils are quite so bright Nor are we' exceeded in wit or might. Ask any teacher and they can tell How all our homework t'?l we do so well. But casting all these jokes aside, Now of our pupils we will chide. Fifth Form's pupils are large and small, Some are short and some are tall. We have the famous McGonegal twins, VVho are as much alike as two straight pins, Doc Wyatt is our man with wings Who skims the air as the wind does sing, Eleanor Jennings Miss Gliddon can never find And Whitham, Hall, Duff and Cummings all have a hockey mind. They are the backbone of our team VVhile Vinette with his orations is a scream, Daisy is our Guiding Light in the show, And Cherico, Willoughby and Rosevear make our orchestra go. Misses McDonald, McCubbin, McAughey are all Scotch lasses VVho uphold Bonny Scotland in our classes. Misses McGibbon and Robertson in Biology shine So Mr. Firth thinks they are quite fine. Rivet at Latin is a whizz Just as Helen McGillivray in basketball is. So you see why Vth is best VVith these above and all the rest, Our classes echo with wit and zest And so make us by far the best. , TO THE TEACHERS Please don't interrupt us Where there are stars in our eyes Can't you see it shows We're dreaming of some bluer skies Where water flows And no clams or flies Are there to bother us? History and Trig and all that junk Are far, far away In some unknown dump. Music makes our bodies sway The jitterbugs begin to jump And we have fun all the day Instead of sitting like a bump. On a log in a chemistry lab Chlorine etc. floating around Or listening to a teacher gab About Caesar's army holding ground We would rather nab A chance to travel roqnd In dreams to far off lands. Again I plead to you Don't wake us up just to say So and so you will do This French for class next day We don't care if vous means you Or me. So if I may I'd like to say, Keep quiet, do! WHY? Why should we have to learn All thase subjects each in turn? French which we may never use, So why bother to parlez-vous g Geometry with all its detail Certainly can make one fail, Biology with its buttercup we find Is another subject for the grind. Why worry how many fins a perch does own Or whether an ant lives in a colony or alone. Trig, with its sine, tan, and cot Certainly can muddle one a lot, Modern History we find quite old With Napoleon and Louis in its fold. What does it matter who won the war, Or whether Britain won all the lore? Physics is as puzzling as can be, With all its silly formulae, Chemistry with its awful smell Makes our poor heads often swell. Why do we learn of gold and lead And other things just as dead? Algebra also makes our heads go round With all its book work, deep and sound. Caesar and Livy develop our Roman frown And Latin Grammar gets us down. Literature and Comp. never thrill us much As we learn of Shakespeare and the such. So everyone looks forward to the day When we'll be going on our way Leaving at last our dear old class To join perhaps the working mass, Then school we'll find was not so vile And fond memories will make us smile So we will often wish we could return To that dear old class where we did learn.