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

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xo mais Hroascr-roon YEAR BUCK 1943 Ulm Cuz By Willard Price Sally Othwhite swept into the liv- ing room, She halted abruptly before the imitation fire-place. Her eyesl glued themselves upon a' par- ticular object on the mantelpiece. It was a photograph of a. rather hand- some rnan in his early thirties. Her dazzling' blue eyes glared men- acingly, and an unbecorning sneer came over her well-featured face as she said, Yes, Aloysius Gadabout Othwhite, you have ruined my life. I, who have slaved for you for years now have been hurled aside. I-ler whole body seemed to quiver, and she blurted out tearfully: Have I not reared nine beautiful children for- you? Have I not taken in washing in the thin years? In ad- dition to running a cutting press a', Massey-Harris, have I not given you half my coffee ration? At this she slumped over the oak-- en table in the centre of the room- The streamlined figure of Sally Oth-- white turned limp. The tears that. followed seemed to neutralize the bitter acid off misfortune and dis- tress, A, suave, dark, tall, young mann glided into the room. Looking at. Sally' Othwhite sympathetically, he: said: Yes Sally, your man has done you. wrongl But just how?-how will, you and the children survive? What will that. cur Aloysius Gababout Oth- White do next? For answers to these questions, don'f miss the next adven- ture of Sally Ofhwhite, brought tow you by Fuz, the new sensational laundry soap that makes the Wash- ing of dirty shirts a delicious de- light, Sheet' SCENE By Robert Hough al wet mist swirled across the gloomy city, making the late afternoon seem almost like- night. The dark streets were almost desert- edg but a. small crowd gathered quickly along the front and sides of the large tenement house. An air of hushed quietness and fear pre- vailed, although many in the crowd were chattering excitedly. Men and Women, most of them shabbily dress- ed, were gathering together in lit- tle groups, talking and glancing fear- fully at a ramshackle buildingg A. few minutes before, seemingly from an upper story, a muffled shot had broken the silence. Immediate- ly a policeman had rushed up and entered the house with drawn gun. The inmates had come tumbling, out, excited and afraid. , Suddenly the policeman appeared on the rickety, wooden ire-escape that hung' from the side of the build-- ingp Surround the house, he shout- ed to the crowd. There's a murder- er in the house. You, Joe, ring into

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PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK, 1943 9 decided to experiment with her var- ious husbands, and after pouring three down the sink in test-tubes and exterminating two others with heavy electric shocks, she Wrote her famous best seller, 'How to Handle Husbands the Test-Tube Way'. We are still hot on her trail. Her colleague, Ma- rie Cressman - you remember her -after inviting her two friends, Jean Maus and Bertha Hamilton, out to tea fed them Arsenic sandwiches with Nitric Acid, then roasted them and fed them to her two Ubangi ser- vantsf' Well, really! exclaimed I, flabber- gasted almost beyond words Ca rare event in my lifeb. I thought Marie would take up singing for her ca- reer. Oh, she did, but that was just a means of getting into Society so that she and Betsy Jane could carry on their devastating work with less fear of suspicion. Well, that is something! Say, have you heard how Austin Sibbick is, lately? Oh sure, we have him lock-ed up now-just brought him in the other day. He is the most dangerous crim- inal the world has ever known. He admits having learned his tactics from discussions during Mr. Smith's History class. Say, do you remember Bill Ronald and Art Elson? Well, after the War, they joined a travel- ling theatre company and enacted a gangster ,skit which they presented very cleverly. One night they pre- sented it so realistically on the main street of a small town that the police took them in. They are still trying to prove their innocence. Marg, Veit and Bob Hough went into partnership and owned a Chemi- cal Factory. They raked in millions by blowing it up periodically and collecting the insurance on it. But the last time they tried this the fuse went off too soon and they were blown up with it. Dora Guthrie became a school teacher and, fearing that she would catch the disease so common among teachers-that of living forever -she went to see that eminent authority on diseases of the brain, Marjory McKeen. Marjory stated that she couldn't shorten' her life by degrees but that she could gladly take her out of her misery any time that she was tired of living. Well, that's interesting, isn't it? That just goes to prove more than ever the truth of the words, Time changes everything. Activity is the only road to knowledge. Bernard Shaw. Culture is to know the best that has been said and thought in the world. Matthew Arnold. i A teacher affects eternity, he can never tell where his influence stops. Henry Adams.

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PARIS 'HIGH SCHOOL 'YEAR BOOK, 1943 ll headquarters to send a squad P. D. xQ. Then the blue-coat ducked back into the house through the low, wood- 'en door. Like grey, ghostly shadows in the semi-darkness the crowd spread .around the front and down the alley, watching for the murderer. At the :same ti.me the squad car, siren screaming, and tires shrieking on the wet pavement, tore up to the house .and four blue-coats jumped out. Two .dashed into the house while the oLh- 'er two stood guard outside The suspense and anxiety deep- vened. The crowd remained motion- less and silent, watching the house and the two policemen. Inside the now deserted room one, lone crimin- al and three policemen were playing a hide-and-seek of life and death. The Watchers on the street did not know what was happening. Fearful- ly they waited in the misty dark- ness. Suddenly there was a crash of glass, a few hurried footsteps, and then silence again. The crowd shuf- fled uneasily and backed up a few steps. Again they heard footsteps, this time of a man .running on the roof. One of the policemen that had gone into the house shouted, Stop or I'll shoot! But the hurried footsteps kept on. Every eye turned fearfully to the roof of the live-story building. A :dim grey shadow appeared at the edge, groping for the fire escape. A gasp of terror rose from the crowd. The criminal stopped and looked down. For the lirst time he saw that there were 'people below. Quick- ly he scrarnbed back on to the flat roof and crouched hesitantly on the edge. Then he took a last look behind him, poised himself on 'the roof's edge, uttered a horribly pier- cing scream, and jumped into space. At the same time the three police- men appeared, guns in hand, bull: just too late to catch him. A few minutes later the ambulance the battered, smashed form that a moment a human being. carried away and bleeding ago had been melted away into the The crowd clainmy darkness. Zine fuwuif By Don Stickland im Asterbilt furtively held the apartment door open with his foot while he fumbled the key out of the lock and into his pocket. Then he slipped inside and closed the door softly behind him. Quickly he step- ped towards a long, winding stair- case across the hall, and hastily clambered up the carpeted stairs. Reaching into his pocket again, he pulled out another key, which he hurriedly inserted into the keyhole of apartment B B at the top of the stairs. With a lunge he threw open the door and rushed over to the win- dow on the opposite side of the room. He was breathing hard. He carefully parted the curtains and peered into the street below. Im- mediately beneath the window was the entrance he had so recently en-