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

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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

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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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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK Armistice Day The annual commemoration service for those who gave their lives in the Great War was held in the Paris High School gymnasium on Friday, Nov. 9. After singing O Canada the chairman, Mr. Butcher, made a few appropriate remarks and then read the names of our Heroic Dead -graduates who, while fighting for freedom and liberty, fell for the great cause. The pupils of the school then rose and reverently joined in singing the hymn so frequently used during the period of strife, O God Our Help in Ages Past. Rev. J. S. Adamson very kindly consented to give us a brief address for the occasion, which proved most impressive. Mr. Adamson gave some personal reminiscences concerning some of his friends among the fallen, including an account of the death of Nursing Sister Dorothy Baldwin, who was killed in the bombing of a base hospital. He also expressed the feeling that the dead seemed to be very close to us during the two minute silence observed in their memory. Mr. Adamson closed his address by repeating a most appropriate poem, the last of which is as follows: The one I loved was marching In the ranks as they passed byg I spoke his name, I clasped his hand, Looked into his smiling eye. Keep faith in life in sacrifice, Keep faith with a million dead, Stand by the right, fail not the good, Were the simple words he said. Following the address Marguerite Bringloe very beautifully recited that war-famous poem, In Flanders Fieldsf' This was followed by the whole school rising and standing with bowed heads during the two minutes' silence. The meeting closed by singing the National Anthem. Mrs. Nouveaw-Riche: He's getting on so well at school, he learns French and Algebra. Now Ronnie say 'ow do you do to the lady in Algebra.' Hamilton aviator: Wanna fly? Dimps: O-o-oh yes! Aviator: Wait! I'll catch one for you. Betty B.: 4'The world is a stage. Fred: Yes, and all the speaking parts are given to women. Row.: See that girl over there ? Terry: Yes. Row.: Well she bought a dress on the instalment plan and she has the first instalment on. My love is like a red, red rose, Until she powders well her nose. 27