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

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Surface Satisfaction - with - FRENCH WAX CALL 2710 FOR SHERWIN WILLIAMS PAINTS AND VARNISHES They Make a Paint for Every Purpose PRATTEN HARDWARE COOKING UTENSILS IN STAINLESS ENAMELWARE Ivory and Red Ivory and Black LIFETIME ALUMINUM COOKING UTENSILS CUTLERY, TOOLS, FISHING TACKLE, LAWN MOWERS, LAWN HOSE, OILS, GLASS, AND SHELF HARDWARE 8 CO- , 396 George St. CCor. Hunter and Georgej 160 Hunter St. West Phone 410 Next DOOT to T01'0Ut0 B9-Uk COMPLIMENTS OF THE PETERBOROUGH LOCK MANUFACTURING CO. 198 SIMCOE STREET LIMITED PETERBOROUGH, ONT. Page Eighty-Four

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'EST NNCW ---Always i ' Zn Remember these - E Three Points Tx E 1 Q Irie Wh B - A. gc if en uymg Printing .... 1. PLANNING-Choose a Company that will help you carry out your own ideas and offer Iatest Design and sug- gestions. 2. WORKMANSHIP-Choose a Company that will use only the best quality materials and the finest worlcmen. 3. SERVICE-Choose a Company that can give complete and el- Iicient service at reasonable cost. We are eager to design your Printing in a manner that will reflect business character. This issue of The Echoes for the year 1938 was designed and printed by The Peterborough Printing Company, Limited Telephone 456 419 GEORGE STREET, NORTH, PETERBOROUGH, ONTARIO IF IT'S WORTH PRINTING - IT'S WORTH PRINTING WELL Page

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TART each day THE QUAKER WAY! Enjoy Abundant Energy .' Delicious Quick Quaker Oats Health Breakfasts Cost Less Than 1c per Serving . . . Give you quick energy, abundant vitamins, bodybuilding proteins and minerals. IC SERVING 2 ENERGY VALUE 0F 2 EGGS gf V 'Q QE ' AKQ: Q U OATS new COM PANY PETERBOROUGH - ONT. Behind Prinfel-I5 Ink Cforzfhzzaed from Page 23, At the age of five the young lad went to school and got his first 'black eye.' He came home crying, expecting sympathy. But here was none. ASCII., said his Dad, 'you're not a man if you can't take it.' In High School, the bruises of rugby were marks of glory and to the Dad, they were reasons for pride. Physically, the boy headed the list, mentally, he headed it with three fold scholarships. That meant College! Laurie's Voice was tired. He wanted to be a success, to graduate with the highest honours possible-for his Dad. And yet, to leave him back home and start a new life alone, was a hard pill to swallow. For a fellow who has had a pal for fifteen years, some one he can talk to when he wants to talk, with whom he can sit and be completely, silently happy when he is less in- clined to speak, it was like taking the solid earth from under his feet. But he settled down and worked hard. Yet when the holidays came at Christmas he was quite ready to go home. Excited1y, in the train, he checked over the things he had to tell his Dad, the things he had to show him. He remembered his present-he had worked at nights for money of his own to buy it. Brown leather slippers, fleece-lined, and a rust- coloured bath robe of soft, silky stuff that felt nice on-he knew because he had tried it to see if it would lit-were in the case at his feet. He walked from the station all tingly inside. The house was dark but it wasn't surprising for he was not expected. The coals on the hearth beckonf ed him in and seemed to say 'he won't be longl' Laurie took a deep breath. His face was drawn and haggard. Little more than twenty-tive minutes later, a car stopped before the gate and the boy stood up, his body taut, his eyes excited. Steps sounded dully in the hall. He made as if to speak. His eyes widenedg his heart thumped painfully, his head was tight. The little group sat tensely, their eyes riveted on the speaker. They brought the still figure in, laid it on the chesteriield. The doctor covered the wounded face with his scarf while the boy stared unbelieving, scarcely breathing. He hardly heard the Doctor's words of sympathy. The tight band around his head brokeg he called in vain to that still form, and fell on his knees, his face hidden on the broken body. Yeah! Sounds like a lot of trashf' Paul broke the painful silence with a sneer. Laurie, his eyes unspeakably sad, his throat un- bearably tight, turned slowly and looked at him. He smiled crookedly and said, He was my Dad. Page Eightyjive