North Toronto Collegiate Institute - Howler Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE HOIVLIZR, 1934 long, slim, black shape. The launch of the river police. It has quite a turn of speed con- cealed in its long lines. This little-known body of men prowl up and down the river with a keen nose for smugglers of all sorts. Cocaine, lace, French wines, cigars and what not. Also they are the terror and despair of all criminals who use the river as an highway and a way, sa- VGICIQ lN THIC XVILDIZRNESS fAny teacher with Association ticketsi VVha'll buy my pretty tickets Fresh brought frae the press, 'Tis nae sa much l'm askin', Their wee sma' price I stress. VVha'll buy my bluish tickets, But half-a-buck to males: Think on the old school spirit, Dinna disregard my wails. XVha'll buy my pinkish tickets, At forty sous a femg 'Twill match yere Sunday bonnet And I tell ye 'tis a gem. Come round ye sheiks and gentlemen, Ye coquettes, brutes and flirts, And buy my tickets quick, before They take me out stark nerts. XYilliam Barringer, SD. Y. I G 441 IH A Y 111315 ,Slut'flllbx'-1 1i'Z't' hut not the way of holiness. Of course they're farther down in the Port of London proper, and the great Docks, but one sees them up the river quite often. Fascinating London, with its marvellous gal- leries and museums, its theatres, the finest in the world, its Court and its State functions, its endless pageantry, its never stale variety. t ,,,-, ODIC TO THIQ YICTUIQS The Seniors won- Nor once did dire defeat's degrading sting Find harbour in their ever-tighting hearts, But victory over teams from all the parts Of town, at last fulfilled the words we sing- To N,T.i ntany trophies we will bring. lkith seven wins in just as many starts XX'ith one tie game, inconsequential thing, XYith T'ettit's plunges, 9windon's nimble darts The Seniors won.- To any mountain-man would l'etrie cling. Old Merry fifty yards the hall would fling And fleet-foot Glover make the play look smart 3 So let the chimes of victory loud ringg To every ear the joyous news impart, The Seniors won. Xl'illiam H. Barringer 5-17

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Page ,SiL Z't'1lfj F0ll1' AN EX-PUPIL LOOKS AT LONDON, ENGLAND Extracts from a Ictfcr from rlftzrgfarcz' C. D. zll'acKay who left Norflz T07'0IlfL7 in 1932 and has ,vinrc 116001116 a jvriwate secretary in LUIZCTUII, London is a fascinating place. Somehozi' it has a variety that is never stale. Iiach morn- ing I cross the Thames on a bus to my office, 'which is south of the river. The house where I have my digs is quite a piece north of it in a very nice district, and it is a half hour's drive down every morning. There the river lies in the early morning air, still and sleeping. The tide is half in, but a soft grey-blue veil lies over the dark water. It wraps the great bridges and spires and buildings in an enchant- ing mystery, so that they appear like the towers of a fairy city. It rests gently on the still sleep- ing fo 'ms of great barges and small tugs and the t. ll masts of the shipping anchorage along the shore. Then as you watch, it turns grad- ually to silver, and then to gold, as the gleam- ing fmgers of the sun snatch it from its resting place. You may see all this in a glance as you rush across the Battersea Bridge on the top of a large red bus, clinging to your lunch and your library book as the son of Nimshi takes the down-grade without braking, and non- chalantly slips the wheel of his huge chariot between a Shell-Mex oil tanker and a diminu- tive market cart, skids past three workmen on bikes, and draws smoothly up to the curb. And you descend, still grasping lunch and book, from your perch and your view of beauty, and slide expertly through the traffic to the drab grey street leading to a time clock and the daily round. But when that day is over, in part, and you have consumed a hasty lunch, you go and hook your elbows on the Fmbankment parapet, and watch the endless pageant of the river. The tide is full in and everything is busy. Tugs, dozens of tugs. Big tugs, little tugs, tugs of all sizes and shapes plying busily up and down with airs of the greatest importance and en- ergy. No one ever saw a lazy tug. A large tug passes going down river with three empty barges. A tiny little one with the entire rain- THE HOIVLER, 1934 bow in bands round her smoke stack is going up with six vast barges behind. On the off side is another of about the same size. So broad are their combined barges that it is tricky for them to pass under the smaller spans of the bridge abreast. Each tries to beat the other to it. The net result is a tie, and they scrape through together, fortunately without damage. The two barge masters shout at each other at the tops of their voices. Neither one has consumption, so the air is purple. Rainbow bands describes black and white funnel's an- cestors with a keen eye for detail, and an equal attention to the female line. Black and white responds with hair-raising biographies of rain- bow bands, progenitors and progeny unto the third and fourth generation and never once repeats himself. Finally rainbow follows a particularly blistering remark with See you at the Queens 'ead tonight, George ? Yus, you perishin' so-and-so and which-and-what, and if I beat you through Lambeth Bridge it's your turn too! And so they pass. A Dutch cargo boat, gleaming like a yacht in white and green paint,very neat and dignifiedg a battered, dirty coaster, badly in need of paint and repairs, her decks littered with rope and anchor chains, her squat funnels slanted to take the arch of the bridge, comes wallowing up river, very low in the water, but she'll ride high going down again. It is surprising that one never observes a clean coasting steamer. A Norwegein tramp is coming in to take on cargo at one of the great warehouses. Flour or something. Can't quite make out the name on the dock. Her anchor goes away with a great splash and there is much shouting and running to and fro on her decks. Several strings of coal barges are going up river, followed by a small French freighter. A smart sea-going cabin cruiser launch comes tearing down, the flag of the Thames yacht club showing. Somebody going for a trip. About fiveish, you pack up and start for home. If it is later, you see a new aspect of your beloved river. Night. The water is a band of black satin sewn with gold sequins and red. The water is silent, mysterious. Blacker shadows on the blackness, lie the ships tied up for the night. Slipping silently in and out of the bands of coloured light on the surface is a

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Page St'-z't'11fy-Si.1' THE HOIVLER1934 STUDENTS PARADISE I - Preface If H. G. NVells, in Men like Gods, can offer his idea of Utopia, I see no reason why I cannot offer mine. PART I.5Pa1'adisc Pound Hm., ten o'clock, I really must put a stop to these late hours, I yawned as I woke up for the first time Monday morning. x x x tNote x denotes an interval of one half hour. In this case the three x denotes an hour and a half. Cf course if you only take two X in the morning that is quite all right, even though they are poached. No doubt some people like them cuddled. There I go digress- ing from eggs to chickens. fSee it reader?I And as a quarter of the Marx Brothers told me, Please keep of digressfij XVell, after the hour and a half interval, I sat down to listen to the morning radio broad- cast. A voice from some other part of the house: It's a shame the way you keep the Board of Education limousine waiting. I'll be ready as soon as this program is over. It will only take another ten minutes, Realising that it was now almost twelve I hurriedly rushed out of the house into the aforementioned car. Sorry to keep you waiting, I said, more out of force of habit than sincerity. That's quite all right, sir. I understand that the moming assembly will be held at one-thirty, from now on, sir. That will be more convenient, I replied, without looking up from the morning paper that was placed for me in the car. That is what the principal thought, sir. After all, you know, he has the students' in- terests at heartf' Well sir, here we are at school again. May I carry your books to the door for you. I forgot that there isn't any homework any- more. Yes, it is very absent-minded of you, I said. Then continued, I'll have one of the teachers phone for you when I am ready to leave school. Very well, sir, good-morning. fImagine! at 172.35 p.m.I Hm,'y I mused, after the door-man with- drew the portculis, how will I while away the time till the 'morning' assembly at 1.30? XVell, hello Bill! fBill Barringer's approach takes my mind off the morning muse. This is a good thing since 'no muse is good muse. j I say, Bill, how will we pass the time from now 'till assembly. Follow me, replies Bill, as he heads for the elevators. Billiard Room, Barringer spoke up as we entered the cage. I get the cue, guv-nor, replies the elevator man. fSort of a Bill and cue affainj X X O.K. Bill, then tea it is at three-thirty, I said as we entered the auditorium, flmagine sipping tea. XVell I have to have some excuse to get into the revamped cafeteriaj Yes, dear reader the auditorium was not what it used to was tapology to Mr. Shawj Two together? we were questioned by a uniform. Yes, please, and towards the back. Very well, section C, lounge number 23. Out go the lights. Strains from ,Ierome Kearn's Roberta, are heard issuing from the orchestra pit and believe you me, it was a lucky thing that it was strained. The music stops, all eyes are now focused on the stage. Enter principal Iid. Golightly, of the North Toronto graduating class of '36, Remind me to dig that orchestra pit a little deeper, I can still hear maestro Hodginoff and his orchestra. The maestro jumps up. If it is pleezing to you so much, mine pal, I would like to apolo- gize from dat lest stateroom.