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

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK Form Reporters Form V ..,.., .,..., Form IV ..... Form III ..,. Hazel Folsetter , ...... Jack Brown Carmen Miller Form IIA ...,.,. ..., . Evelyn Cassady Form IIB ,.........,..,....,........,..... David Broomfield Senior Commercial ...........,,..... ........ J ean Taylor Junior Commercial and IC .,,.., Evelyn Dickert Form IB ,..,..............,..,..,..........,, ,.., C harles Elson Form IA .,.,........,.,..,...,.........,.. ...,.. M ary Mogan The Quill is a source of great interest and much amusement at every Literary meeting. The popularity of this active organ is illustrated by the fact that the student body have been known, upon numerous occasions, to vote to remain a few minutes after four o'clock that the reading of an edi- tion might be completed. The following are a number of interesting extracts from the bounti- ful pages of The Quill. Editorial, Nov. 15. It is really a little harder than most of you realize to hit upon a new idea for an editorial. It is practically impossible to discuss in this column the usual class-room events, anyway, that is all taken care of in the form reports. Ye editor is supposed to be a cryptic individual, much too busy to crack a joke. Besides the humour section makes that it's business. As far as worldly news goes, the daily papers are full of world events, and a mere repetition of these facts becomes as tiresome to you, no doubt, as they do to the editor. And once again that belongs to another department, so here I am with nothing to write about. Wit and Humour, Oct. 4. A prominent Fifth Former has formulated a plan for the prevention of war and bettering of world conditions. It is called his E.P.U.I.T.O.B. Plan, i.e. his Emergency Plan Until I Think of a Better Plan. The invent- or says, quote: 'There are three things necessary to run a war, first-Mon- ey, second-Money, and third-Money. Therefore, banish all money and end all wars? A few things we can't imagine are: C15 A well-known Fifth-Former speaking from a Liberal platform. C25 The majority of Lower School students and some Middle and Uper School students not talking during a Literary Programme. C35 The end of a Literary meeting when the Lower School students didn't rush the door and push the marshall merrily out before them. Boys' Sports, October 4. At last Rugby has gotten underway at our renowned P. H. S. The season was opened here by a terrific struggle on Wednesday afternoon be- tween Fifth Form and a picked team from the rest of the school. Fifth ended up on the wrong end of a 7-0 score.

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK UNB IL? 'CI ki ? 9 GLADIQ Staff of Fall Term, 1935 Editor-in-Chief .,.,...........,...,..,....,.,,......,...,.....,,.. A , Assistant Editor ....A.... Current Events ., ,..,, Fashions and Society ,.,., Boys' Sports .. .. ..,..,.. , Girls, Sports . ., ...,... Wit and Humour .. ,.., , ....,,. ..,.. , Form Reporters Form V . ... .. ..,, ,..,.. . FormIV Form III ,.... For II ...,,4.,.., ...........,.....,,..,.,..,. Senior Commercial Junior Commercial and IC .... , Jack Brown .. Glenn Taylor Donald Hickson Hazel Folsetter George Hunter . Elleene Munroe William McCrow William Rutherford , . . Keith Brown Arthur Barrowcliffe .. Jack Martin Winnifred Wilson Alfred Gibbons Form IB .. ..... ...,.,..... ......,..... . , A Nellie Campbell Form IA . .. . ...,. ..,,.,, ,,.,.,,.. ...,. ........., , ..,. , . . . David Moss Staff of Spring Term, 1935 Editor-in-Chief ,..,.....,,.,...,.,,. ,,.,.,,..,.,.A....,..,,,... ,.,.,,,, E d gar Nash Assistant Editor ..,..,... Current Events ..,,.,,.,...,. Fashions and Society Boys' Sports ,. ...,. ,.... , Girls' Sports .,.. ..... . . . Wit and Humour .,,. A Glenn Taylor Alex. Barron Ruth Durham Harold Eby Mary Britton Jack Cunningham

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24 PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK Vengeance is Mine First Prize, Senior Short Story Contest Under the blazing, relentless, equatorial sun, a band of weary, ragged prisoners of war stumbled on. Their bronzed faces were expressionless. A spirit of extreme weariness and depression hovered over all-Italian soldiers and their unfortunate Ethiopian prisoners. In the centre of the group, one dark man only, walked with a firm step, and seemed unaware of his horrible position. This man was Mjombi, follower of God, leader of men. In many countries he had been admired for his fine physique and his handsome face. Gloomily, he reflected on his fate. He, who had been educated in the best colleges of France and England and even his hated enemy, Italy, was to mingle with prisoners of low caste, untutored cow- ards, born by foolish women to provide cannon fodder for Italy. He, Whom the Almighty One had always blessed abundantly would be one of the huge throng of ill-treated negroes. Thus, day after day, the party struggled on. Mjombi's feet burned fiercely at every step. Unlike his comrades, he was unaccustomed to going without shoes or sandals. His feet refused to move, his spirit flagged and he fell in a quivering heap. A great whip fell again and again upon his bent backg blood dripped from his wounds upon the baked ground. Captain Bagnetto swore and Mjombi was forced to rise and stagger on. On and on, day after day, week after week! Heat, hunger, thirst! In his madness, Mjombi cried to his God to destroy him. But a body as strong as Mjombi's could not be destroyed in a day or week by hardships. A miracle of God or violence by man alone could grant him death. And so the days rolled on, slowly and painfully. The Italian body- guard was gradually weakened as one by one they fell by the Wayside, ex- hausted by heat and poor food-and still Mjombi lived. His feet no longer burned-feeling had fled from his broken body. Only mad rage and desire for revenge burned in his fevered mind. The cultured negro had reverted to a primitive savage. Finally the small company, after much wandering, came to an Italian encampment situated in the territory of the Danakil Tribe. With great relief the tired company fell into a deep, profound sleep. In the middle of the night, a swarm of fierce, naked savages swept down silently upon the unsuspecting camp. They cut the sentries' throats, and cautiously slipped into the encampment, ruthlessly butchering those who awakened and opposed them, until they reached the black prisoners. Someone cut Mjombi's bonds. His mind could hardly grasp the situation. Freedom lay just ahead! With a gasp of incredulity he arose and followed the fleeing pack. A general commotion arose in the camp. Someone thrust a rifle into Mjombi's hand. Captain Bagnetto gave his men hurried orders and they rushed after the black fugitives, their courageous Captain Bagnetto at their head. Mjombi's heart was bursting-he had reached the end of his endur- ance. Suddenly he felt a hot point blaze through his weary back. He turn- ed, stumbled and fell, his face upturned. Before his blurred eyes, one face stood out-that of Captain Bagnetto. With superhuman effort, he raised upon his elbow, aimed carefully and fired. Bagnetto fell, contorted by Death. Mjombi laughed triumphantly. Vengeance is Mine saith the Lordg and he fell into a sleep that knoweth no end. Ruth Durham.