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

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THE NORTHLAND ECHO 31 T0 A PUZZLE Bxsrriz DESJARDINS, IIIC jig-Saw puzzle, What right have you To hold my interest The way you do? VVhy do you lie On the table there And will me to sit In the opposite chair? Why do my fingers Toy with your parts Till my eyes grow weak And a headache starts? Why do I follow Your notches and curves Like a lover who hangs On his sweetheart's words? VVhy have you cast Your spell on me? Iill conquer you yet, Old Mystery! TINY TALL'S FATE ALICE MooN Once there lived a little man, Who was but eight feet tall, His blonde straight hair was curly black: His black eyes green as gall. When Tiny Tall, for t'was his name, Wanted or wished a thing And used his lungs to call aloud His weak voice made ear drums ring. One day our hero took a walk, While riding in a flying car, His beautiful hair blew round the wheels: Car's stopping jerk threw Tiny afar. He landed on a distant star. ,Way underneath the dry, dry sea, Where meeting a lovely mermaid fair, Married and lived, so happily. THE WORLD I LOVE I love this world when skies are blue, And when the birds sing all day through, Beside a brook I love to stand And watch the sparkling, golden sand. The waters rushing on for aye Are never still the livelong day. White clouds high in the sky above Look down on peace, and war, and love. In city homes or meadows green The joys of living may be seen. MIRIAM PRESTON. LONGlNG Sometimes I think when night does fall, Of distant woods where cuckoos- call. Of leafy coverts, where partridge hide, And from the tree-tops squirrels chide. In fancy wooded hills I pass, Where soft winds rustle in the grass. And oftimes long for some calm lake, Upon whose brink the aspens shake. THE NORTH ERN BLIZZARD Who can vent its fury more Than a blizzard, of the north? Who is it, who strikes with power of Thor When brave men journey forth? Who whistles round their frozen ears? Who buries them in the snow? Who adds to their evergrowing fears VVhile cruel winds blow? Those brave men that break the trail, Those men that never tire Are caught in a maelstrom of snow and hail, Ruled by a force that's higher. But dauntlessly they journey onward, The sons of the north are they, All these men press forward, forward, 'Tis a dangerous game they play. Some are frozen in banks of white Some are starved on the field of fame, But though They're dead, they've shed the light, On a venturous life-giving game. By E. M. MCDONALD STREET DRESS LORRAINE STEVENSON She primped before the mirror And smiled in self-conceit. Nothing pleased her dearer Than to have her hair look neat. She smoothed her fine silk hose And aligned its narrow seam: Then, pertly, she studied her nose For remnants of make-up cream. She glanced with a critical eye At the slender heels of her shoes. They had cost her a lot to buy, But what had she to lose? Proud she was of her long slim hands With their crimson pointed tipsg Her rings were slim gold bands, Their stones like tiny pips. When she descended the stairs, Her mother gazed in distress. Despite all her gay vain airs, She had forgotten to don her dress!

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30 TI-IE NORTI-ILAND ECI-IO The lines spread out. The large women who headed each of them ran directly to the tables where each seized as many articles as she could snatch from the others. Then each made oh' by herself to choose from her collection whatsoever she could wear. Usually there were not many garments that would lit these corpu- lent persons, but they fought valiantly among themselves for those that would. After choosing what they wished to keep, they threw the rest back onto the nearest table. Here the less experienced bargain-seekers look- ed over the discarded and often damaged gar- ments and secretly envied the veterans who obtained what they wanted by sheer force. Meanwhile the visitor stood bewildered by the rushing humanity around her. People bumped her time and time again but never stopped to apologize. The visitor, after wat- ching countless disputes over the articles for sale decided to get into the spirit of the thing and go in fighting if she wanted to buy any- thing. With her elbows she pushed aside some buyers at a counter and seized an arrnful of something soft. She ran off and set it down. It proved to be only straw packing from some china: and as she sheepishly brushed off her coat she saw some of the others laughing at her. This made her angry. Suddenly she hit upon a bold and daring plan. She barged to a counter with the pug- nacity of a football tackler. Then when no one was looking she poked the most heavily laden woman in the ribs. The woman squealed with forced laughter and dropped a few things from her arms. These things the visitor snatched up and made off with before anyone knew what had happened. Unfortunately none of the garments obtained fitted the Visitor. Disappointed, she looked for a new plan. Then, for the sake of curiosity she threw the articles that she had into the very thick of a group of women. Her luck turned. The women dropped their loads in order to clutch at the articles des- cending upon them from above. The Visitor, accompanied by four other luckless individuals began to grab up the garments dropped by the tugging, pulling, wrestling females behind her. She had found a sales girl and was having her purchases wrapped, watching meanwhile the angry, tricked women whom she had just out-witted. The sales girl said suddenly, Madam, youare very cleyer to out-smart those professionals over there. It's never been done before. The Visitor smiled self-consciously, Y'know, all's fair in love and war,-and bargain sales she replied. POETRY AND VERSE CHRISTMAS IN HIS MAJESTY'S CANADIAN NAVY BETTY ANN HORN IIA COLLEGIATE It was Christmas day, in the morning, And t.he sky was bright and clear, But the winds were blowing, and the sea was roaring, And a sailor shed a tear. For he missed the soft snow falling, And he missed his home, and wife, Though the navy was really ripping,'7 And he loved a sailor's life. But he longed for the warmth and comfort Of his little home, back there: And he longed for the rolling country, And Canada's bright, crisp air. And he thought of his little kiddies He'd had to leave behind, But he was building a future for them And others of their kind. A future strong and firm, dear, He said as he stood at the rail, F or our country's children and you, dear, For God's will cannot fail. And Hitler's army we'll crush, dear And t.he world will at last have peace, And there shall be no more fear, For all warring we shall cease. F or it was Christmas day, in the morning When Christ came to us And bells were ringing, and Angels, singing, Proclaimed that peace would come? ROAMING In summer, I delight to roam, Across the meadows far from home. The buttercups and daisies nod Their heads above the grassy sod. The song birds Hit among the trees: Their notes come faintly on the breeze. I follow close the winding brook Until I reach a shady nook. Silver trout in a rustic pool Glimmer amid the shadows cool. At last with dreams I fall asleep- A tryst among the fairies keep. MARGERY IRWIN.

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32 TI-IE NORTI-ILAND ECHO ITIIIIIIII ,M gPPd1t As usual, the Exchange EditOr's desk is littered with magazines-this time from almost every cor- ner Of the globe. Last year we exchanged with schools Of the Empire, obtaining a very enthusiastic response. This year we hoped to repeat the same success with schools of the U. S. A., but did not meet with quite as much response as in the case of the imperial exchange. Again we have exchanged with several Canadian schools. CANADIAN- VANTECH, VANCOUVER TECHNICAL SCHOOL, VANCOUVER, B.C. Excellent piece of work. EASTERN ECHOES, EASTERN I'IIGH SCHOOL OF COMMERCE, TORONTO, ONTARIO. Good Photos. BLUE and GOLD, EAST YORK C. I. TORONTO, ONTARIO. A credit to the school. THE VULCAN, CENTRAL TECHNICAL SCHOOL, TORONTO, ONTARIO. Our idea of the perfect magazine. WESTWARD HO., WESTERN TECHNICAL SCHOOL TORONTO, ONTARIO. Fine Work. THE ASHBURIAN, ASHBURY COLLEGE, OTTAWA, ONTARIO. Good, but too few photos. THE NEW ERA, BRANDON C. I. BRANDON, MAN. Very good. AMERICAN- THE NUTSHELL, MOORESTOWN HIGH SCHOOL, MOORESTOWN N. J., U. S. A. Excellent newspaper. JAY SEER, SAN BENITO COUNTY JUNIOR COLLEGE, HOLLISTER, CALIFORNIA. Seems to take a lot of students, time. EMPIRE- RAFFLES INSTITUTE, SINGAPORE, B. E. I. Good, but why not more photos? ANNUAL MAGAZINE, BRISBANE STATE HIGH SCHOOL, BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA. Good. No Photography club? No Magazine title? THE A. C. S. MAGAZINE, ANGLO CHINESE SCHOOL, SINGAPORE, B. E. I. N O scenic photos? REVIEW, WELLINGTON TECHNICAL COLLEGE, WELLINGTON, N.Z., Very conservative. ACADEMY HERALD, AMERICAN ACADEMY, LARNACA, CYPRUS. Very good for small number attending LET'S HEAR FROM YOU ALL AGAIN!