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

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THE HOIVLER, 1934 A L B U M if ff sy SECOND EDITION The tmp picture on the right i shows what the well-clressecl solclier wore in more leisure moments at Vettawawzi in 1918. Now we lsnuw where Mr. Tulinie gets that uncom- proinising glint in his eyel Miss XYilsun is with her little sister. Such tlerotitm to smzill chililren ultimately pro- tluceil the stall' :ulviser uf the Girls' Club. .Xnil luulc at Miss lienwiclc before the days of short hziir antl gym tunics. Page T1lfr'lhx'-Siciwl QV, ,,.M .l-l-1 Miss lwrnther Miss up the taken. ing fur :ask her gulil wa MISS WILSON and SISTER MR. TOLMIE 'lilstun is with her lleliere it ur nut! liezigey was :ill mlressetl mluy her picture was She! luqnefully wait- tlie plwtugrzxphei' to the time. See the new Tcli l MISS FENWICK MISS TILSTON and BROTHER l MISS KEAGEY

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Page Thirty-Si.r THE HOIVLER, 1934 YR tirst edi- tion of this feature met with such success, that we have gone even deeper into the store of the p a st and torn pages from family albums belonging to certain members of the staff who sat OUR -FAMILY suit was only worn on Sundays. The young lad grasping the top rungs of the chair is Mr. Bryce, showing early signs of growing up into a trapeze artist or a physi- cal-training instructor. The cute little girl in the Huffy skirts is Miss Irwin. Parlez-vous Frangais, baby? The attractive young miss in the corner is Miss Allen as she appeared in the days when the only mallet she lznew was on the croquet lawn. MISS HILLIKER on the keys of their treasure chests last year. Reading from top to bottom and from IYest to liast tor somethingl, we present Miss Hilliker reciting veni, vidi, vici tmostly vidi l to the daisies in the tield. Then follows Mr. Harris teaching his little brother that 2 and 2 make 4. No kidding! f That Little Lord Fauntleroy MR. HARRIS and BROTHER ? 'S I , l +1+.-. MR. BRYCE MISS IRWIN MISS ALLEN

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Pays Tlzirfy-Ifiglzt THE HOIVLER, 1931 OC C:c'3'f9 KJ I 4 lon Y HAT! I have to have the Alumni write-up finished by Monday? The write-up was far from done and now after spending all afternoon and evening striving to locate our far-Hung alumni fthe last is not to be taken literallyl I am nodding in front of a blank page seeking for inspira- tion. Ho-Huml- Pop! Pop! At the imperative rapping I jerked myself upright, then blinked in amaze- ment. The room had completely changed. I was no longer sitting at a desk in a small room, but upon a bench at the back of a long high-ceilinged hall, a courtroom. At the far end of the room a bewigged and gowned figure which looked familiar. At one side was the jury box and in the box, why, it looked like the staff-picture! It was! At the table below the bench sat Mr. Murdock and Mr. Shaw, while opposite them across the table were Mr. Ayers and Mr. Clark. Before Mr. Ayers was the inevitable black record book. I glanced at the judge. Un- doubtedly the face beneath the curly wig was that of the Colonel. Even as I looked he spoke. The Court is now open. From the table arose Mr. Clark with a roll of manuscript in his hand. Order in the court. Bring in the prisoners. A door at the side was flung open and Mr. Bale, dressed as a French Gendarme, led in a long line of prisoners. Mr. Clark's voice was again heard: Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury you see before you the accused, namely: Doris Redfern, Vernon Bricker, Gordon Pace, Archie Fry, Roland T- ic. K3 no xf-1 1-i Higgins, Muriel Farley, I'hyllis Darbin, Bar- bara Brisley, Stewart Davis, Lennox Fraser, Lawrence Regan, Victor Noad, Frances Edds, Lorna Pugsley, Grace Allen, Frank james, XVilliam Sanagan and Howard I-Iilliker, who stand, Cchorus from the prisoners, Yes we dog why can't we sit down ? j Mr. Clark, with a stern expression, Stand accused,-of what do they stand accused? Turning to Mr. Ayers, Mi: Prosecuting at- torney, of what are they accused b Mr. Ayers, peering benignly at the prison- ers over the top of his spectacles, XVhy, of desertion, of course, they are all attending Northern Vocational, also james Bedlington, Florence Paterson, NVilliam My- hill and Herb XVood are learning art at the same place. The judge rose. Guilty, or not guilty F Not guilty, your honour, said the jury as one person. Again the door opens and more prisoners enter. VVesley Baxter, Margaret Coumans, Herbert Scott, Terry Quilter, 'Whittier Mor- ris, Bonsil Anderson, Ella .Henry, Elizabeth McDougal, Adele Dougherty, and Helen Stan- bury, reads Mr. Clark, you are accused of being nomialf' -Iudge: Don't you mean going to Normal? Mr. Clark: No. your honour, how can they go to Normal when they are normal? At least they were when I taught them. Judge: VVhat! they were? Case dismissed. Next please. The next line-up was longer and Mr. Clark consulted his lists in vain. The judge began L.