Paris District High School - Yearbook (Paris, Ontario Canada)

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THE MONDAY EVENING POST, APRIL 20, 1953 Three MARRIAGES Tough-Sinclair Paris Presbyterian Church, Paris, was the scene of a very pretty wed- ding on Saturday, April 19, at four p.m., when Isabelle Margaret, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. Sinclair, became the bride of David Tough, only son of Mr. and Mrs. A. Tough. The ceremony was performed by the Reverend B. M. Brown. The couple intend to spend their lives in Scotland carrying the gospel to the shepherds in the hills, the fishermen of the sea and the tillers of the soil. Ed. Note.-Former 5th formers of '28 may wonder why these two were not united in the holy bonds of matri- mony before. Let me explain-D'avid was very much in love with Isabelle, fort amoureux, as the French say. But although they had been walking out for years the lad could not sum- mon up the courage to ask the ques- tion. But one night a brilliant idea came to him. The couple were Roamin' in the gloam1n, '-that reminds me of a verse- One nicht in the gloamin' W'e were trippin' side by side I kissed her twice and asked her once If she would be my bride, She was shy and so was I And we were both the same But I got brave and braver On the journey comin' hame - when he suddenly asked Isabelle to step into the local cemetery with him. What on earth for, Dave? she ask- ed, with amazement. Something very important Isabelle, he urged, as he practically dragged her into the kirk yard. Hurrying along to the corner of the cemetery he suddenly stopped beside a group of tomb- stones. Ma grandfather's lyin' here and ma faither and ma mither an' your faither and mither and all your folk are lyin' here. Now Isabelle how would ye like to be here wi' me some day? N.B.-This is strictly private but authentic. PERSONALS The Rev. Bernard McCullus Brown preached very interesting sermons in Burford last Sunday. His topic for the morning service was The man who had no parents-the son of Nun. For the evening service Judas went and hanged himself. Go do thou likewise. SPEED OF CEPHENEMYIA REACHED VVITH AEROPLANE Col. Donald Crozier on a trial flight on April 16 has eventually tripled the aeroplane speed record of 300 miles an hour of a few years ago. Being a graduate of Mechanical Engineer- ing at the University of Toronto and having had years of experience in Hy- ing, Crozier is the man who would be most likely to accomplish such an extraordinary exploit. The speed of that speedy creature of South America, The Cephenemyia fly, has been surpassed, a creature which travels 400 yards a second. At this speed of 900 miles an hour Crozier expects to travel round the world every other day conducting sight-seeing tours. Reservations may be made now with Colonel Crozier for evening trips across the Atlantic. Several parties from Paris, his home town, expect to spend an evening in old London this s L: m mer. Soon milady will say to hubby at 5 p.m.: VVill you fly across to Paris and get me a new evening dress for the dinner to-night. And be careful of the crowds on the highway between mid-Atlantic and Spot-High Point. KNITTING CLUB'S WORK WAS HELPFUL The Paris Women's Knitting Club met at the home of Miss Marion Mc- Cammon to hold its last meeting for this season. Although the member- ship is limited to twenty the club has accomplished a good deal under the able presidency of Miss McCammon. That kindly lady has of late years benefited the community greatly by her benevolent works. It is worthy to note also that Miss MCCRIIIIIIOH has opened a feline hospital and shelter near her home and takes a kind interest in their welfare. This may lead to the forming of a Humane So- ciety in Paris. During the last year 440 knitted ga1'ments were distributed to the following institutions:-Salva- tion Army, Brewery Mission, Crippled Children's Hospital and Old People's

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1953, E1-ic cecii, Two THE MONDAY EVENING POST, APRIL 20, 1953 POET'S CORNER MEMORIES tTo Col. Donald H. Crozier, F.R. D. C., M.T.S., Pres. of the Canadian Atlantic Flying Clubh. Do you remember-? When a Hhorseless machine And its chug-chugging engine Had only one lung? When the trouble was always in mak- ing it go. And you spoke at delays of an hour or so? Contributed by Gee Lee. DISCOVERY tCopyright throughout worldl Special despatch-A friend, in the person of Mr. Alpheus Lovett, janitor of Paris Collegiate Institute, found the following letter between the boards in one of those old-fashioned movable desks which reposed in 5th form, now the music room: Nov. 11, 1923, P. H. S. 330-4. To my sheik, lBruce Adamslz Since this is the eleventh day of the eleventh month on which day so many years ago such a momentous event took place. I am stealing this mo- ment from my mathematics to write a very important letter to you my sheik. This was the heavenly half hour when we sat side by side across the hall making those unheavenly gases. Ellen had to come and sit down be- side us and I tried to send her otf after some water. That was the day Miss Flanagan caught you steadying my hand on the school lamp. But now this half hour is the dullest in my whole life, so dull that I found no pleasure in the smells of chemistry and have lapsed into sorrow and have set this half hour aside as a memorial to you. Those rides home with my sheik! But surely I don't need to put my thoughts on paper. You can read between the lines, can't you dande- lion? Honestly tell me whether you asked Ellen to send you an autographed Year Book? She says you asked her before me, but then I know you wouldn't treat your little Inez like that. I hear Bet calling me so I must go. Your loving ex-chemistry and ex- history class-mate, Egypt. Inez Newell P.S.-In after years when this you see- I wonder what my name will be? Ed. Note-Poor Inez, disappointed in love has gone away from all that could remind her of it, She is now sewing for the United Church on Sun- rise Island, South Seas, having train- ed at Union Theological College and Ladies' Training School, Toronto. Once recently when she was here on a flying visit she asked me how Bruce was. When I told her he had mar- ried another girl, she laughed. I guess she was seeing through a joke. THEATRE NEWS Imperial Theatre all this week. Vaudeville Acts, including Miss Anna Williams, world's famous comedienne. World's News-Mr. Eric C. Apps, formerly of Paris, now footman to the aged Henry Ford, the following news is flashed: Having worn out eight skipping ropes and 19 pairs of shoes, Eric C. Apps, age 41, -of Beverly Hills, Cali- fornia, has reached the half-way mark in his cross-country rope-skipping en- durance contest. Ed. Note-Those who knew Eric in P. H. S. will quite understand how he would be physically able to accom- plish such a feat of endurance. BIRTHS, DEATHS and MARRIAGES Apps.-At the in-law, Mr. H. T. St., Toronto, on residence of his son- Newell, 428 Hilliard Thursday, April 19, widower of the late and beloved father Helen Campbell of Miss Augusta Apps, Miss Cecilia Apps and Mrs. H. T. Newell. Funeral service at the above ad- dress on Sunday evening at 8.30. In- terment by aeroplane for Paris cemc- tery. Ed. Note.-This news comes as a sad shock to Parisians. It is thought that death was due to his feat of endurance. By the will of the late Eric Apps Paris Collegiate will be supplied with desks made to measure.

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Four THE MONDAY EVENING POST, APRIL 20, 1953 Home, all of the above mentioned being in Paris. Ed. Note - The organization of this knitting club re- flects much credit upon Miss McCam- mon and shows clearly her kindly heart and untiring efforts for the bettering of her fellow citizens' lives. Prominent Bachelor Pastor Arrested and Fined by Lady Cycle Officer. Miss Betty Burt after a long chase on Wednesday night last succeeded in stopping the Reverend Bernard Brown on the Paris highway, and arrested him. Miss Burt has done remarkable work in keeping down the speed on our highways, and this arrest illustrates her utter disregard for precedent and reflects much credit upon her. Ed. Note.-Those of us who knew those two personages in days gone by may enjoy a little joke all to ourselves over this affair. Miss Burt you will notice and Bachelor pastor. Of course being in a public position such as mine is, I cannot say, any- thing, but I chuckle to myself. Miss Burt wasn't running after him. Oh! No! Wait and see whether she really did catch him. A cycle officer is a good position for a spinster who does not wish to seem to be running after the opposite sex. CThis letter was written to the editor of this paper by Thomas Briggs.J Kalliste, which is translated Most Beautiful Corsica. : Dear Editor,-I write this letter in renewing my subscription to your valued paper. I want to thank you especially for having delivered it to me every day by air. They say, Read it in the morning while it is news, but your paper is news when I receive it. And now a few words concerning myself. Worn by the incessant de- mands of a large family I sought se- clusion among the sylvan solitudes of this sun-kissed and wind-caressed Isle of Corsica. The very thoughts of Napoleon. Colomba and Orso and others sooth my perplexed brain. Here I live among the simple pea- sants sleeping on hay, eating of olives, nuts, figs and vegetable soup. I am impressed by the quaint and colourful costumes of this passionate, hospitable people. I delight to sit on a hillside watching the sun set on the blue Mediterranean and to listen to the stories told by Hle grand-peref' Every winter I go to Paris and am employed by Jeanne Paton as the leading model in men's wear in that metropolis. But what I delight in most is the pleasant air and custom of Corsica. I can truly say with Napoleon, I would know my fair Corsica even though I were blind if I could get the perfume of its garden. Yours truly, Thomas .Alfonso Briggs. Ellen Wishart, Prophetess There was a sound of revelry by day, And Fifth Form had gathered about her then, Her flappers and her dumbells, and bright The sun shone o'er fair women and brave men. Eighteen hea1'ts beat happily: and when Ray arose with his voluptuous swell, Jean's eyes looked love to his, which spake again, And all went merry as a dinner bell. But hush! hark! a deep step strikes like a rising knell. Did ye not hear it! No, 'twas Fourth Form snoring, Or Bob's Ford rattling o'er the stoney street. On with the row, let noise be unconfined, No work at all, when youth and pleasure meet. Till teacher rushes in with flying feet. But hark! that heavy step breaks in once more, As if the halls its echoes would repeat, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! To your seats! 'tis the principal at the door. 26