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

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CHESTER: And now, seeing that I don't think you are the kind of person to make a habit of going around eating worms, let's get better acquainted over a chocolate soda. What say? You know, we've all been want- ing to get to know you at school but we didn't know how to go about it. I never thought I'd almost have to eat a worm to do it, but-all's well that ends well I've been told. Uosie fhrozrs off her smock, a1zdChester helps her orcr the feizcap CHESTER: And oh, by the way, would you think me very impolite to ask just what you were going to use those worms for? JOSIE tWz'th, a zrilzk at the uudiencej: For fishing-and just look at what I hooked. CURTAIN Spies In Dover by Rex ROSE, xn o uso. Anus It was purely by chance that Jim Bradburn and I received information which ultimately averted a great tragedy. All through our adventure we were favoured with phenomenal luck and it seemed we could do nothing wrong. There is a small restaurant in this suburb of Dover where we went every afternoon for a cup of tea. Usually we occupied a table which overlooked the sea and from which the distant coast of France could be seen on clear days. However, on this particular day we sat at a table in a little alcove. A short, dark gentle- man rose from a table near the door, sauntered over to us, and handed me a heavily sealed envelope. Nice day for business, isn't it? he said breezily. Of course I wasn't going to spoil the good man's opinion, so I replied in a secretive way, Well yes, if one knows what one is about! He smiled a fat, oily smile like an Eskimo and went back to his table. I am a great believer in Time. Of course we could have grabbed our hats and coats and hastily departed to see what Fortune, or Fate, had meted out to us, but instead, under cover of a heated argument on the merits and faults of the Versailles Treaty, we tried to find out the cause of the mistake. Our cutlery had not become displaced accidentally and given him a sign, our hats and coats were not in a strange position, there was nothing out of the ordinary in our posture at the table, I could not re- member having unconsciously used a manner- ism to give him any cue. Evidently it was my likeness to the person who should have re- ceived the letter which had caused the mes- senger to make the error. The time was forty- seven minutes past four on a Thursday after- noon. After another cup of tea, we went to my apartment to examine the letter. Little did we know what work lay ahead of us! That letter was all in code. I have an ac- quaintance who spends all his spare time de- coding those silly messages in detective magazines, so we took the message to him. Next morning he brought his results. They read as follows: Your work so far has been excellent. Hovv- ever. there is still information which is ab- solutely necessary if we are to carry out our plan to mine the entire fortifications of Dover. How far below the ground floor do the am- munition magazines extend in section F7 Your pay will be twenty pounds. Leave the information with the messenger at your next meeting.-J. Well,,' said Jim with the air of a man who had successfully completed a hard and dang- erous task, c'I'm glad J likes our work. Who is the master mind? We assumed that the person who should have received the message had been unavoid- ably detained. The death notices in the papers could perhaps give us a clue. There were several prospects-a prominent social bene- factor, a military police colonel, and a man killed by an army lorry in the repair shops. The hospital gave no hint as to the identity of the agent, so, as a last resort, we inquired at all the doctors' offices, and there our search was ended. Doctor Ingleston was treating an artiiicer who had crushed his hand while load- ing shells. The unsuspecting doctor graciously told us the officer's name-Mister Wilson-and his next appointment. It was half past three on Saturday afternoon. Next it was necessary to verify the fact that it was my likeness to the agent which misled the messenger. Just before the zero hour Jim waited in the office as a patient. He had a small cut which we made into a gory mess by applying a patent medicine, guaranteed by the maker to cure corns, stiff and sore muscles, over- indulgence, small cuts and bruises, and dand- ruff. The ruse worked wonderfully-so well in fact that the doctor lanced his finger and ordered him to bed! Wilson looked so much like me that the doctor got us mixed and then tried to explain to the suspicious Wilson that I had been making inquiries about him. Surely the spy would realize what was happening. give an alarm and depart. It was apparent that we must work fast. The time had come to learn more of the organization of the gang and its leader. Qur only way seemed to try to bluff Wilsonhinto giving us information. Jim got me a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a false moustache and drove over to Wilson's address. Donning fC'ofn,tinuecl on Page 891 Page Twenty-three

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Tl l6 WOFITI TUI'l1S by SYLVIA BOORMAN, IV A AC. Clzaractcrs: Josie Brown Chester Le Bran The scene takes place in a garden. The only cridence of an adjoining house, is a wall, LEFT, and a short flight of cement steps. At the front is an iron fence separating the garden from the street. It is a Very nice garden, and may be arranged as desired. The curtain opens to disclose a young girl sitting disconsolately on the steps. She is airing her opinions on life in general and her.s in. particular. Whether the flowers are nodding in sympathy or amusement, n'e'll never kfnozo. JOSIE: You'd think I were a person of doubt- ful character, a criminal or something the way they treat me. They don't even notice me! It's enough to drive a person to crime. I might get sent to jail for some terrible thing I'd done, and then, after years and years when they let me out, a broken and useless old-old-well, broken and useless, I would say: Yes, if it hadn't been for my unhappy school-days, I wouldn't be the broken and useless old-old-I wouldn't be broken and useless. No sir! tShe reflects on this fascinating picture for a couple of seconds, shaking her head in sorrow over the people who zconld be the unknonfing cause of this dranza.J , X x- 'Q !z?,q!!' .1 5 -ff -,-4 ' T3 filigilllkzxiifef if ff! f ' lbfk ?'1 V . I l V , -V l A N W. . -f j, W , MM ctw, Do have a a'or1n. dlr. .lorzesfl JOSIE: Oh why did we have to move? I've been at school almost three weeks, and still nobody has been the least bit friendly. lChanting dolefullyj Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I'll go into the garden and eat worms. QNO sooner said than done. She jumps up, runs into the house and returns wearing a smock, anfl carrying a box Page Twenty-tzz'o and troicel. She kneels down by a flozcer bed and begins. Her search is vicious, and she is startled at hearing a voice askzj VOICE: Whatlre you doing? JOSIE: Knot looking npj : Digging up worms. CHESTER: What for? Are you going to use them for fishing? JOSIE: No, I'm going to eat them, of course. tThis said, as though it were the only sen- sible reason zcorms icere ever put upon the earth. Then, looking up.J Want some? CHESTER: CTurning slightly green - he doesn't go to college yetj: Why-er-eh-sure. JOSIE tPract'ically, while she pokes a stick under the squirnzy body of a worm, and keeping it at arm's length, drops 'it into the bomb: How would you like them? Nice 'n juicy 'n fat? Or would you rather have 'em all sizzled up lovely and crisp? CHESTER CShaking his head sacllylz I'll have mine raw, thanks. JOSIE fGetting up and coming over to him. Affecting societyl: Do have a worm, Mr. Jones. CHESTER: Mmm-thanks. Golly, how do you eat the things-with your fingers? JOSIE CStill high-hath: I think the usual procedure is to drop the worm into the mouth, close the teeth, and by a series of said dental instruments, transform the worm into a-er-fshe gnlpsb a pulp. Then, by a process of bringing the tongue against the palate of the mouth-in short, by swallow- ing-the worm is considered eaten. fShe drops the ajtectation, draws a long breath and saysj If it isn't, it certainly isn't my fault. CHESTER: Well . . . thanks. fTakes one in his handy Now, won't you have one? Uosie starts to put her hand in the box tnvice-fwithdra-ws it hastily both times. Looks helplessly at Chester, whom she just realizes is the rather nice-looking boy who lines next door. He comes to the rescueb. CHESTER: Do you know I believe one of those things made a face at me just then. Per- sonally, I don't think we should associate with such worms, do you? JOSIE Un a relieved uoicebz No, it really is beneath one's dignity. tHe hurls the worms away, and they both laugh. Josie and Chester, not the wormsl.

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