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

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CEST A RIRE Dish Pan Hands by CATHARINE WHITE, IIB Com, Preserve your hands, the ads all say With greasy dishes do away: We revolutionize the art Of washing dishes. To your heart We'll find a way with greatest ease, No more your husband you need tease To wash those dishes you forgot, For he will clean up every pot, If-ah! here is the crucial test- You give him but the very best of suds. What is this paragon? Why, our own product, 'Avalon'I With smiles he'll gird his apron on, Upon his lips a cheerful song, He'll make each plate with high-light glow, Then maybe take you to the show. So say advertisements, but I Regard them with a wary eye. And though I have quite often tried The marvellous products advertised, I never yet have got my man, By using them in my dish pan. The only way to dish pan bliss Is simply and completely this: STOP EATING! an 5 Q li--I L Mr. Henry: Name a liquid that won't freeze. Bill Davidson: Hot wat- er. Pardon me for walking on your feet, apologized the polite passer-by. Oh that's all right, re- plied Elwood McCarrol equally polite, I often walk on them myself! Horace Steer: CAfter spatl Now I know Why women are called birds. It's because they are always chirpingf' Mary Hall: 'AOh, no, dear. It's because of the worms we're always picking up l Now in case anything should go wrong with this experiment, said Mr. Graham, we and the laboratory with us will be blown sky high. Now, come a little closer, boys, in ordei that you may follow me. C. S. Browne: Cin Alg. classl f'Bannister, can you explain the binomial theorem to me? john: just what part don't you understand, sir?,' Mrs. Davidson: What does . the average collegiate boy do with his week-end? Dr. Kenner: Well Madam, he merely hangs his hat on it. Dot Bateson and Viola David- son, evidently strange to the traf- - nc regulations, were obeying the ' instructions f'Cross in the white lines. ' They might have made these 0 lines a little wider, mightn't V they? Dot remarked. lV'N - - Mr. Zavitz, hearing a noise fl' g downstairs, jumped out of bed , and shouted from the head of the stairs, W'ho's down in the kitchen? Burglar: A'Nobody. Mr. Zavitz: That's funny. I ac-SIQQ3' gs? Well, wha! do you know ubn-ul that? Page TlII'ffj I'I.gl1t could have sworn I heard a noise down there.

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Windsor Castle by aemuce NEWMAN, uxn Direct thy steps to ll'z'ndsor's stately courts-A Explore her halls, Izer towers, Izer sacred fone, And treat thine eye with grandeur. Look aronna' And mark the teeming landscape strew'd with genzs Of archttectnreg mansions, villas, domes, Replete with art and science, taste and beauty. This unsigned verse which I recently read, stirred many pleasant memories. Windsor Castle was one of the historic places I visited while in England last summer, and of it I can write only very briefiy in this short article. The first glance at this massive gray building of round and square towers, set high on the hill overlooking the Thames, is almost suf- ficient reward for the visitor who has travelled far to see it. The picture it presents is one of great dignity and strength, suggesting also, mystery and romance. This castle was first begun by William the Conqueror in 1070, and improved upon by suc- ceeding kings, until the reign of Edward III. He demolished the whole castle and rebuilt the present pile, commencing it in 1350, and completing it in 1374. On closer inspection we find it is composed of a series of buildings. Passing through the Henry VIII gateway, and crossing the courtyard which is surrounded by Towers and servants' quarters, we come to a beauti- ful building which is St George's Chapel. Inside are monuments to many kings and noblemen, great stained glass windows and beautiful carvings of which space will not allow a fuller description. Here are the tombs also of Edward IV, Edward VII, Queen Alexandra, Henry VIII, Jane Seymour, Charles I and the infant daughter of Queen Anne and in the Royal vault lies the late King George V. C The Beloved as he is sometimes calledj. Daily services are held, and here the Knights of the Garter are installed. From here we pass through the clois- ters to the side of the castle overlooking the Thames, Eton College and farther on Runnymede. Again turning, this time to the right, we come to the main part of the building con- taining the State Apart- There is a Worcester set made for William IV, various pieces of Wedgewood made for George IV, two Minton services, one for Queen Victoria, and the other for Edward VII for use on the Royal Yacht, a service of Copeland made for the late King George V and Queen Mary. There are also cabinets of Dresden and Furstenberg China. At the head of the Grand staircase stands a silver suit of Armour made for Henry VIII, also two Sedan chairs made for Queen Charlotte. Among the suits of armour is one made for Prince Rupert, who was Governor of the castle during the reign of Charles II. Christopher Wren designed the Charles II din- ing-room. This is held ready and is used when foreign sovereigns visit in state. In this room there are several very old pieces of furniture many of which belonged to Charles I and james II. One piece, an Elizabethan cabinet of Eastern design, is said to be the oldest article of furniture in the whole castle. In the next room the walls and furniture are covered with crimson silk and the pictures are all by Rubens, so that this apartment is known as the Rubens Room. The state bedroom was at one time called the Council Chamber but is now fitted as a sleeping apartment. The furniture is upholstered in Chinese silk and the walls are covered with green silk damaskg the bed is hung with curtains of embroidered silk. The King's and Queen's dressing rooms are each decorated in cream damask and the furniture con- sists of several cabinets and foot stools. The Picture Gallery is used as a writing room, and the walls are again covered in silk, while in the corner nearest the window is a writing desk and a pair of cabinets. By the door is a small table and mC1'1'CS which are OPCH to PA W wif' I' another cabinet withthe the public only when the monogram of Mary and Royal family is not in resi- 1- I N I nh ' .--,'.--I ,ni William on it, dence. The apartments in H We now pass through their present form, were lm ., ,.-I the Van Dyck room, con- part of the improvements 5 Z ggg?25f:i?'5-39, , Trigy itfij wggfg taining most valuable pic- made by Charles II, under i t y 5g.,+?,l?f KPQQQ fiisjlggfil tures by the Dutch artist the supervision of avg to the Queen's Audience Sir Christopher Wren. -2- FJ . f Chamber where stands a 1:1.i.z:..2H.50..t':2 . My Lesshszhtrzi zE.C2:f.12i.L: C I. ' d .I th Cv dCl'1 - f.11ed,biCau?. cglthe vfry gs es 23 ggi i,g1,,nf,, gjgum, eg, ggi Se S do d Oiigster' V ll5315lLfi1vlhiwM Sl d walls, many weapons dat- e gewoo an In on ' fee-wwe-I ing from early centuries. China which are displayed there. Windsor Castle from the river. Cffonttnued on Page 86D Page T hirty-seven

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Motor I908 by JOHN W. BANNISTER, v A To try to describe all the amusing things that were looked upon as 'the very latest' thirty years ago, would be impossible in so short an article. I shall concentrate on one thing that interested me, the automobile of nineteen hundred and eight. Here are a few of the ultra-modern features found only on the best mnzlels. The Winton had a douche under each wheel to cool off the tires when the car was running. It sprayed a fine stream of water against each of the tires and was controlled by a hand pump which the driver operated from his seat. The Isotta, fthe Desoto's grandfatherl, car- ried a spare tire on the roof. To get at it, a folding ladder was supplied at no extra cost. For puncture protection someone invented a band of round steel plates which were called armour plate. With them you were supposed to be able to drive over bottles, nails, stones and rocky ruts with- out danger of puncture. No mention was made of the fact that a car equipped with Armour Plate made as much noise as a cross between a stone crusher and a threshing machine. Evidently there were 'back seat drivers' as far back as 1908, for among the accessories available, was a horn called 'the Jericho' which could be op- erated by the driver and passenger at the same time. At least, we can be thankful that there is no such thing on the market today. Some people complain about the noisy horns on our cars of today. Thirty years ago, a great many cars were equipped with a combination horn and siren which could be heard clearly from three to five miles. CC'0n.'z'11ued 011 Page 783 Irate Parent: School work? Do you mean to tell me that sitting on the sofa all night with that young whipper-snapper is school Work? Elma Baldrey: Why yes. We take it in P.T., and they call it setting-up exercises. 5TlcK'EMUp.LAmD I3,..-,.--- Dorvr MAKE A soufvn. t . - J , 152:31 W . g ef-3155 r,, I 4 'sigh ,ff H hugs '?1' P . is L 'Z - ' f QQE :lil 55555. .am v QI' :lla ll N' l ' .liil gg, y- EIB Y' ,ill lass: ' IIVIII AI' Ill 4 v :sr ::: 5 It yer :za :ar Q -'i ., . 4i!!llll ' QQ - Qfag!-Z I mr--' . 1 fs 5 fails rgig? tate ---l if M e p esfsig' ' L ien W TT fgfr 2 -ELQQ? ggi? Q Keene The Keene Antique by rtEANoR scorr, :VA Vtfhen Grandpop heard a crash and bang, Then saw a cloud of dust, He was durn near blowed off his feet, So he began to cuss! What's this world acomin' to With that thar horseless truck? Everytime I hear the thing- I prays and then I ducks. It had a horn and everythin' And wore a coat of green, It was the newest vehicle, Grandpop had ever seen. In them days it ran quite well, Scarce ever made a fussg In them days when Grandpop lived, It was a first rate bus. It never could go very fast, 'Thirty' was dead high, But it's still arunin' the same route, From Keene to P.C.I.l They've gone and painted it bright blue, But still it is a freakg They can't afool us anyhow, We know the Keene Antique. Z 5 ' uma VH H 1. f W e Qgmeg K ss in -'renal' - X Mr. Bamforth: Now I want each man to lie on his back, put his legs in the air, and move them as if he were riding a bicycle. Now begin. After a short eFfort Al Lockington stopped. Mr. Bamforth: Why have you stopped, Locking- ton? Al: Please, Sir, I'rn just coasting. Page Thirty-nine