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

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IHE HUIVLER, 1954 Pc1gyfT11r TFIHIE SCIHIQQIL GIF QIHIAMPIICDINISS The World Championship School Trophy won in open competition two years consecutively hy Weller College. ul' if ir John D. Rockefeller says - - Nl believe that every young man and woman who wants to succeed in Business should do as l did : : talce a course at a commercial college. Worlds Richest Man ir ir ir WEI.l.ER SECRETARIAI. COLLEGE PHONE! LOMBARD 0288 986'8 BLOOR ST, WEST ' TORONTO, UNT. sssssi gaagaaaai isgssisgigsaaeassiialgg

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THE HOIVLER, 1934 VICTORY TOAST N.T.C.l. has won at last, And Malvern was the victimg We gave their senior team a point And then went out and licked 'em. Let's give the boys a rousing cheer, They played the game and won itg For ten long years they gave a light, And now at last they've done it. Then let us rise once more and drink To those for whom we cheer, And then we'll offer up a prayer For two good teams next year. -Arn. Rothschild, 3L. THE RETURN OF THE FIFTH FORMER Qkfery humble apologies to XVordsworthj Five years have passedg live winters with a length Five times a summer's! and again I hear The teachers asking for our absence notes NVith loud outlandish holler.WOnce again Do I behold these thick and silly books That on a placid and contented mind impress Thoughts of suicidal nature, and connect The schoolroom with the quiet of-the jail. The day is come when I again repose Here outside this ofhce door and view The coming third degree, befuddling queries Which at this season when our unripe brains Have no answers fashioned, bids fair to turn Us into corpses. Once again I see, VVith no uncertain notice, mighty droves Of vagrant skippers from the dreary rooms Before this Hermit's cave, where, by his book The Hermit UD spreads eight-thirties far and wide. -VV. Barringer, 5D. if Pk Ulf Ik Pupil treading poetryj : Come, fill up my cup, come fill up my can. Teacher: Come on, put some spirit in it. is if fr wk Father, said Jimmy, there's a big black cat in the dining room. Never mind, Jimmy, black cats are lucky. This one is. He's got your dinner. Page Eiglzty-Tlzrce 1 DARE NOT By Margaret Viola Forsyth I would not dare to write about Frail butterflies and bees, Nor yet of sparkling waterfalls, Or rippling silver seas, Of Howers in their dainty frills A-peeping in the grass. And shimmering trees whisked by the breeze I dare not write, alas! Pale golden fields of waving grain Bask in the sun, I know itg But of these things I dare not write For I am not a poet. Pk ik Dk Pk Q ' ' Q' eil ll FIG Pk PK Pk Son: Dad, what is a boss ? Dad: A boss, my son, is a man who comes to the ofiice too early when I'm late and too late when I'm early. :sf if wk :sf Copy of a telegram Mr. Jones sent to Dr. Smith: Mother-in-law at death's door. Come and pull her through.

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