Pelham Continuation School - Pelham Pnyx (Fenwick, Ontario Canada)

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26 THE PELHAM PNYX Music came faintly to my ears and, Si Senorita, Si, melodiously filled the silent night air as Paul Tokar, strummed his guitar and sang to the fair lady silhouetted in the moonlight. Room 313 of the National Broadcasting Company sounded the signal for the commencing of the program for Tiny Tots, With a familiar voice and an also familiar nursery rhyme, 'Old Mother I-Iubbardf the children were called to fifteen minutes of entertainment. The songstress was Miss Gwen Mitchell and the program sponsored by Welcome Breakfast Food. A room entirely different from the former was of pure white, Your diet, Mrs. Ceterlsburg, will consist of one glass of milk, 7.50 caloriesg one slice of rye bread, ISO calories, and some plain fruit. This expert advice was given by Miss Margaret Tuck, head dietician of the West Street Hospital. A spacious newspaper oFfice, in fact the head ofiice of the World Times, edited by Gordon Beamer, was indeed an entirely different place. Glancing through the columns my eyes rested on one in particular, the one headed En- gagements, and I read: Mr. and Mrs. William Julian wish to announce the engagement of their only daughter, Glenna, to Sir Cedric Alexander Rinehart. The wedding will take place at the Rinehart castle in Scotland in late June. With a few dots, dashes and the customary time signal, Mr. Edgar Ker, announced, The time is now exactly II :go p.m., courtesy of Wincox Watch Time. Your station, CWXZ, and now we are signing off for our daily broad- cast is completed. I woke up with a start and discovered I was still seated in the very same seat, in the very same train, the only exception being the porter shouting: Next stop, Ottawa! Next stop, Ottawa! I had arrived. K at 2 a ! Q 1-:- un- -,::.- ' ',,...1-a- I-25,4 J-- - 2 egtvrepg 1 r-.-T g , f qfi' j?jlflGle.aEI nenemeerd

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THE PELHAM PNYX 25 the stage and the director introduced him with the words: 'lLadies and Gentle- men, I give you Mr. Paul Bender. With a slight flickering of the crystal I was carried away to a newspaper oihce and before my eyes I read the column headed: ADVICE To THE LovELoRN Dear Miss Heartbrokenz- You say your boyfriend has left you for another, Try to forget. Turn your thoughts to work. Yours very faithfully, Elsie Van. Dear Bob: By all means ask her to marry you. If she loves you as much as you say I'm sure she will accept. Yours very faithfully, Elsie Van. I was then taken to a pretty beauty salon and an equally pretty young miss was saying, Now, madam, would you like a curl swirled on top of your head with the hair high at the back or a softer effect with several smaller curls around the face. These words were spoken by Miss Julia Dilts as she brushed and combed and patted and puffed each curl into place. The lady to whom she was speaking was none other than Mrs. John Middleston, form- erly Miss Margaret Strawn, wife of the richest man in town and a prominent socialite. The next picture revealed to me was one of great solemnity. The beams of glorious sunlight shone through the crystal windows of a great cathedral. The audience seemed scarcely to breathe as they listened to the concluding words of their pastor. The closing hymn was announced and the final anthem filled the church. The members slowly tiled past their minister, the Rev. W. E. Colcock, and each in turn received a few comforting words. A cosy little tea room with tiny tables and dotted Swiss curtains was in- deed an inviting picture. The crystal confessed the secret that it was owned and operated by Miss June Whan. The following scene was however, not quite so happy, for a voice was pitifully moaning, Ch nurse, nurse, get the doctor! Quick! Oh my head! Now, sir, you will be all right, just take this medicine. These words were spoken by none other than Miss Victoria Ned, who, clad in a white uniform, held the hand and stroked the fevered brow of many a patient. A scene of great speed and excitement followed this and a familiar voice saying, Yes sir, we will be glad to take a contract for a million dollars worth of your latest tires. The man speaking was Mr. Donald Metler, head manager of the firm Metler and Company, Limited, manufacturers of the famous won- der Puncture Proof Tires. Once again I saw a great stage before me and a thrilling soprano voice singing Hendeilsteinie Mesintalto in Bb. Amidst shouts of joy and great applauding Miss Eva Secord was showered with flowers for the greatest per- formance she had ever given. A flickering and then, Now ladies and gentleman, you are about to see the greatest act ever to be performed, John Wiley, known to everyone as johnny the Mightyfis going to rope the most dangerous bull in all Texas and he is going to do it with one hand tied. He's getting ready and there he goes! ! ! We sure wish him lots of luck. This scene is one of great learning so we are carried away to a school room. Teacher is saying: Children, we are going to learn a pretty new poem, now all listen carefully while I repeat it. Yes, Johnny, what is the matter? Please, Miss Guinn, I know a poem too. A faint sigh seemed to tell us that joy was quite at a loss as to what to do with problem children.

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THE PELHAM PNYX Z7 LITTLE WILLIE BEFORE COMPANY BJ' Betty Daw, GRADE xi MOTHER had been worked up all day and everyone wondered why. Why? she would say when we asked. Why. I'll tell you why. We are having the new minister and his wife for dinner to-night. Well, that's nothing to worry about. They are friendly, common people. But girls, you know little Willie. I've entertained other guests but I've never attempted a minister simply because of Willie. He always shows off so and it makes me so ashamed! just then the doorbell rang. Oh, here they are, she cried, and Willie hasn't come from school so that I could clean him up. Oh dear! The young minister and his wife, both very young, were ushered into the living room. And, by the way, this room was only used on special occasions. Mother had calmly ordered us to start dinner and sat down to chat with the charming couple before her. Ma, Ma, was heard from the hall, Where are you, Ma? Here I am, dear, in the living room. Little Willie then came noisily into the living room. He flung his books carelessly on the table, upsetting a beautiful bouquet of artificial flowers. His hair was uncombed, his face was dirty, his pants tornfin short, he was a typical Canadian child. Willie, mother gasped, where have you been? No place, was the usual answer. Mother, then going up to him and gathering her wits about her, made excuses for her wee son and dragged him out of the room. In a few minutes voices could be heard from the bathroom. I don't want my ears washed, I don't want to take a bath, I don't want to put on clean clothes. I never did before when company came and now . . now . . just because the old min . , I The end of that word was cut off short by something or another. Per- haps Mother's hand happened to come in contact with Willie's mouth at that particular point. At any rate we heard no more of him until dinner. In half an hour poor little Willie was ushered carefully into the living room and into a big waiting chair that seemed to be waiting with open jaws to devour him. No doubt he wished it would because, though mother did not speak, she sent warning glances his way and, like a good little boy, he he did not move. TEMPERAMENTAL SUSIE By Doris Daboll, GRADE xi AMBLING up the flag-stone walk came Susie. After the book which she had thrown came to rest in the corner of the sun porch, she thrust her hands into the patch-pockets of her slacks, tossed her head and slumped down into a huge wicker chair. She tucked her feet under her and looked at the ceiling. Mrs. Marmering came to the door of the porch, smiled down at her fifteen year old daughter and asked, Was the book interesting, Susan dear? I didn't like it a bit, answered Susie, and please don't call me Susan, Mother, and oh, Mother, I wish you wouldn't wear that dress. f Well, you are certainly in a queer mood, said her mother, laughing so tlv.