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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The New Sublimity by HUGH KENNER, nv A Ac. This was sublimity in warg 4So Homer sangj: to bathe in gore. And smite in fierce encounter red Till one or t'other tumbled dead. Sublimely thus the Trojan fight Ten years was carried on at height, But last the lofty citadel By stratagem to Grecians fell, Perceiving which, in lofty rhyme Blind Homer chanted, How sublime! . xv N , f f A T ,Xe g A P ,f Ai' 1-7 X J 'jf B ' Mx 'QS 1 f , X x llc 3 ' Y! 'X 'LA X X, 1 12 xriif x f- xx -:ff T5 4 rf ,fyfifkm f, , fa! ,X 1 l 'fe'-2 i, H 5 ' jf'R i. We Iii 1: W d ' H+ 3 HW!! we QL-r l-vi - ,.- Q S . 'T' ga? gh ,l'll ,fri f-ffig li' Qigf 'Q 4 ? .'A ji! tsl-- 'L gg W i i i i L95 - gtg rw? +4l:+ r 1- Great Caesar in the Gallic field To Vercingetorix would yield When maces rained barbaric blows And southern blood with terror froze Before the northern battle-axe, Whose blips and buifetings and hacks Cut through the armour Romans wore. ln Commentaries Caesar swore, Non Bellurn Est. Translators chime, Not war, appending but sublime. What carnage looms on Chile's coast, One ship encompassed by a host! But no! The skipper's Aryan brain Can circumvent such strife inane. The wily skipper, with a wink, Rotates a valve and lets her sink. The ghost of Caesar pales a shade: What? wouldst thou have a bloody raid? How sparing of the battle's grime! O, new simplicity sublime! A sleeping town prospective prey: 'fAn entry forced,', is Homer's say, By wooden horse or otherwise: Then carnage, sack, appalling cries- Sublimity is thus. But nay! The bombers have a better way: Unwittingly the sleepers pass To Acheron by poison gas, Unmindful of the spoilers' crime: Surpassing clemency sublime! What man to tamper thus hath dared? Great Caesar's shade bombastic blaredg While Homer, always grander far, Vows on the Innovator war. 'tOne Adolf Hitler's is the sin, We answer, dwelling in Berlin: Excepting when, with sorrows laden, He Hits away to Berchtesgadenf' Digesting which, says Caesar, 'Tm With Homer laying plans sublime. 9 97 - f- Zi ' Sublimity, as Homer sang, MEI? ,m x lf fx Dwelt where the swords and bucklers rangg Qgvkr sf K xx!!! Nor was the epithet denied A y , ' f v ' AX To stratagem, if well applied. nj .4 ifekylw.- t g And Caesar in his Commentaries ff fl I All V lf! A . QThough the interpretation variesj, , L .-': I ' X .XX - Considered war sublime alike Z ily lr 1 W l 1.25 ,S When planned with brain or clinched with gMfQz5iW farm Q' ,ff 'Mfr' 1 T,l Examine now the present time With these authorities sublime. 7-iii SJW f7Q 1- 4 K 1- . L gi' ,lm Sea X, Xl ffzffwfg, U z i 2 ix i' 1 X' 'JT 'XX NV if he tial. -Xxsfw a , ti gpsx-l-ffaai 5- ,Q m xi. 4X T' wh - Wjlfkllxi ,ggi ga, i ff -:,a,-x,..,.- fu Y- Page Tu'em'y-four The pride of thirty million Huns, A battleship of twenty guns, Fully equipped with scuttling-cocks, Awaits its launching at the docks. But as der Fuehrer blusters loud Above the spell-enchanted crowd, Two shades, invisible and dread, The champagne-bottle from its stead Removing, bang therewith the head Of Adolf till he tumbles dead, Whereat his guard astonished fled, And Britons, when they heard it, said, In words that fortunately rhyme, A bloody blow, but how sublime!