Peterborough Collegiate and Vocational School - Echoes Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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THE' ECHAES J: J' 1f-- 'lf 1, 1. Lillian Hardy, Joyce Forsythe and Isabel Hartley, who were aided by a trio, being- Dorothy French with the drums, and Helen Gough and Dorothy Freeman playing Jew's harps. The audience were now about to give us The Bird as Eddie Cantor would say, but were electrified by the appearance of-Gwynneth Campbell, with,-of all things! --a one-man band! While watching Gwelfs struggles to perform this marvellous feat, 1 leaned forward in my seat, and found myself falling-falling-falling-WHOOPSl l I've hit the floor! I look around me and see that-AH-what a relief! 'Twas all but a dream! M argrrret Goodley, IIA Commercial. 1155 Commercial OLKS, you ask who is that group marching into Miss Henry's room? Why that is IIB Commercial-and to tell you the truth you donlt know what you have been missing, so let's get acquainted. The first is Donna White, a very shy girl, and the next is Helen Rowland, noted for her musical laugh. That little giggly girl is none other than Pat Scollard and the next is Norma May, a champion-why, of course- giggler. A ' The two Margarets-Sullivan and Munden-are usually quarrelling over the opposite sex as can be seen by their faces, while Dot Waldie, the next in line, is usually chosen to make peace between them. The rest of the girls, Phyllis Pink, Phyllis Starr, Lorraine Vass, Joyce Wills, Margaret Marshall and Peggy Primeau are all little and big imps but the Blonde Venus QHazel Palmerj has them all beaten to a frazzle. Let us turn now to the other sex and I will point them out to you. The first in line is Harkley, fPest, in other wordsl. He is followed by Ash and Kennedy, the two who are going to put Bing Crosby out of business. That boy rcornbing his hair is Lomax-cute little dear, is he not? Those three weeny fellows are Peel, Dier and Mackay. Is that Daddy Long Legs? No he is Menzies and the next is Rusaw, the roorn's genius. The one laughing findeed he ish is Cruickshanks. The short little fellow is Parkington, and the next is Houghton, a smart chap indeed, if he would try. That tall outstanding boy is Parker, and the last one is Jordan, a quiet peace- ful fellow, and so we are at the end, so au revoir! folks. A,V,L, I , gf Rf U ' ' ' ' 17 . . X lam df . ' fl i' 'f'f- n.. L vii! ff ' 'li ,fill -N l Tgiyz' I lv X I - A lxi ,Ll - -1 4 ' ' kt, -101-

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THE D EY-294153 Thelma lVIonnette wants some sewing material, Apply to form room. LOST: Don. Sedgewick lost his voice. Please return to Miss lNIontgomery's room, F. P. i HTA Commercial NE bright afternoon. it was announced that Form IIA clOII1lllCl'Cl2:ll would have a Lit. ltlind you. just IIA Commercial. But. we. brave girls, stuck to the proposition, and actually did it! The curtain parted. and Lena Forsythe, ltlistress of Ceremonies, addressed the audience. Then followed THE programme. The opening number was a pianoforte solo. Rat-hmaniuoff's Prelude. by Jean King. Then along came Rose de Carlo with a bright and sparkling ditty. O Sole Mio. Next followed a ballet, The Dance of the Humble Bees. this example of the light fantastic being undertaken by Irma Beatty, Alice Belfry. Dorothy Bestard. hlarion Beatty, and Reta Butler! Our chairman then presented Shirley Grant in a learned discourse The Art of Taffy Pulling. A high-light of the program was Gladys Cowan with a cornet solo, Trumpeter, What Are You Sounding Now? The audience was beginning to get restless. but were holding up well under the strain fwhich was more than we were doingl. However. a rapid-Fire imitation of VValter Winchell by Theresa Corbett revived them somewhat. The audience began to look quite hopeful when Eleanor and Helen Delahaye sprinted onto the platform to sing, What a Difference a Day lNIakesl A clever skit, The lllystery of the Yellow Pencilf, starring Audrey Jeffries, who had the assistance of llabel Clarke, Myrtle Larmer, Doris Hanwell and Edith Laws, nearly brought down the house. and the curtains too. All their fast-dying strength was needed by the girls who put on the next number, which was a gymnastic display. This showed off the shapely beauty of the girls taking part, namely-Catharine Hill, Helen Hartman, Adele Armstrong. ..J'T ' :Tam 35 . . 3- 1 A :a-. A I ' ' f l viii -100-

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THEM ECHAES J' J' 'L 1, 1' 1. Tform II fttfousebolb ffxrts cute little trick of a girl. scarcely more than six feet high, is Frances Bestard. She was tripping lightly tl0W11 the hall when she collided gently with Elma Moffat, who was apparently jay walking, tthinking of Smithj. They were instantly en- grossed in handing out apologies when a hurricane sauntered down the hall i11 the torm of Alma llilburn who inquired. with the greatest indifference, if there was any homework that should have been done for to-day. Elsie Blartin bounced up, and upon close inspection. it was disclosed one orb was tinted a pale blue. She fell over a straw-those things are immense you know. Dorothy Blade arriving on the scene with Jean ltlatchett, chirupped- Here has been dawning another black eye. 'l'hink-wilt thou let it fade useless away? Out of eternity the shiner was born. Into eternity again 'twill return. Jean ltlatehett. in a rumble that could not have been heard over three blocks away, said, Dont be so rude. Norma Dunbar, looking as brave as a deer about to take flight, was clutching the hand of lladelyn rllhompson, who was eoyly peeking around the corner. Such drivelf' snorted .lean Blewitt. You never can tell about Jean. :1 girl of contradictions is she. Audrey lloig espied Violet Stanley, threw her arms about the fond girl's neck and twittered. Do you love me? Violet. chewing the kinks out of a wad of gum. was too busy to do other than snort. Viola Sexsmith has hidden intelligence. but she would hate anyone to suspect her of it. A good pair are Edna Revoy and Violet Watkins. Ednais wit is excruciating, while Violet's is a doleful cheerfulness and after the first period she is willing to call it a day. Vtlellt I'm glad I had the opportunity of writing this about H Q, but don't doubt their sanity. doubt mine. Bernice Nibleff, HA. Q. -102-