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

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The Valley by GERALDINE MELTON, IXF I think almost everyone enjoys a beautiful Winter morning when everything with the newly fallen snow upon it twinkles and glistens with the first rays of the early morning sun. When I look out of my bedroom window on a winter morning I can see the valley of Peter- borough with the snow glistening on the roof tops, and from each chimney a faint line of blue smoke curling into the air, then fading away. I think a suitable name for this would A Night At by JACK WILLIAMS, Why I ever agreed to such an undertaking is beyond me. But I was finally dragged out of the house by my friend, Jim Simpson, away from a warm, cosy fire and a quiet evening at home. The object of the outing was a visit to the Uptown Theatre which rarely profited by one of my visits. It's the finest picture of the seasonf' Jim related as we hailed a taxi. Whether it was or not I was not very joyful. One evening off a week and this was it. As we approached the theatre, I observed that the picture now playing was Drums Along the Mohawk -one of those rip roaring Westerns that I detested. After getting out of the taxi, we engaged in the pur- be The valley of a thousand smokes. As the day passes. things change. About four-thirty the sun that shone so brightly, is now sinking in the west and only faint mauves and pinks are to be seen. The white snow has now a purplish cast, with long blue shadows stretching here and there. The snow on the sidewalks is trampled down till it is slippery and so another day has passed in the city of Peterborough. The Theatre x AB :Nu Asus denly I had an inspiration. Maybe the lady would remove her hat if I asked her politely. Madam,'l I said sweetly, would you mind removing your hat? Her reply was Such nerve! I could not stand it any longer. I asked Jim if he would mind if I moved to another seat. He replied that it was all right with him. When I reached a suitable seat, the feature was half over. After enjoying the picture a few minutes more, a small boy laboriously chew- ing a wad of gum came in and sat beside me. The noise was enough to drown out the picture. And when he began to throw peanuts up and catch them in his mouth I nearly went wild. One peanut landed squarely on my head. chase of tickets. The ticket girl told us that the only seats left were in the back rows. Jim took the tickets and we walked in and dropped 20 'few 1 T A I1 -J Q - it TP? 1'-cf at I or-I fl -I x 4 ,Mx -1 V J c -if Y 04 0.00 O Qiffoc Cu -J C Qocpo lfi 'tWhat kind of a game are you playing, Sonny? I asked. Peanut game. Wanta play, mister? he snap- ped back. them in the box. The ,M N Lugru' , -1 K Q Iwas glad when I saw usher soon had us in our - -- -K 1 l 1 w ti L L L I l j that the bag was nearly seats, and I was soon in- f QI' ff: : + F'? empty elld Onee again I terested in the picture. I X-'QQ f A , I in Ju p A fl JJ-X became interested in the Just as an exciting incid- lg, 5:1 . gclggbfj Pletufe- All Of H Sudden ent was going to happen 7 fiom ft My 2 C1117 SW' -Bang!! He had broken a very stout woman came lumbering along and took the seat directly in front of me. Her hat re- sembled a skyscraper ji' 'rf i i!! W wg . 1- ANL? .V W .ff -- - ,N I c the peanut bag. This nearly threw me out of my seat. After I had re- covered from this explos- ion, he began pulling an- more than it did a hat. It completely blocked my view. Why isn't there a law against such things? I thought. Jim was en- joying the picture im- mensely, having only a small gentleman in front of him while I had to be content W i t h leaning back and resting. Sud- lf ' 'tilts ' NI7 tit! I Al, M .if H- A , I '- Le 14 ' a M i X P 'V b X fi f I 1 4 I fkffjf L 'I 'w 5 ,WLC f 7 X f 'ul it ' 71 P mf 1 M W IQIX 1 ' f , ' f ff lg, ,Il I x l CZ' c I 5 ' f w fl ww 1, ff 1 yi . si hi 1 4 ' h ff f lr If f 2 A r -' f f ff j .1 ,ff f tilt.,-I z i JL f ll 'V ' A. A fl .129 .za 'l 1 l -5 ff! - I- ' if I I, -V! gi 5 di ' if ff -' fx.: 'I I r 4 ' W 4 , A t ., jg X 'N' - .25 ZT2 f r ' Q3 ' 8- - E .?.ff- Y f . --- -- - I WAS HOLDING An! OYERSIZED Rnaafv- 'xs f other bag out of his pocket. He held it up in front of me. All of a sud- den the bottom broke, and the contents came down on my new suit. It was a mixture of soft, sticky taffy and peanuts. A man can stand just so much. I immediately got up and took the seat fCo1z.timLed on Page 86D Page Thirty-five

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Wings of Death by WALTER WHEELER, IX J The night was dark and misty with a heavy canopy of dark storm clouds hovering above the Western Front. All was quiet except for the hoarse whispers of huddled figures at look- out posts: or now and then the low rumble of light artillery duels. Suddenly, out of a cloud bank loomed an enemy bomber, with several light pursuit planes and fighters forming an escort and with many more bombers ,W and lighters following ill was heard and the tail of another storm victim disappeared beneath the icy waters of the Strait. After half an hour of blind iiying in the storm, a squadron of British Aerial fighters were sighted approaching the mass of German invaders. When still out of accurate firing range the British planes swerved to the right of the oncoming machines as though re- the flagship. Excellent 'N camouflage of dark gray paint hid the I droning machines from X sight. Already anti- f N aircraft batteries were O gl . roaring, machine guns 1 ' were chattering and fgax , superior officers were -V A Wy, barking brief com- X Q' ' mands to their men. 'xx One l i g h t pursuit v X XX plane came crashing ,' O XX E to the ground with a O xg, disabled tail rudder. ' The giant bOI'I'1b6I'S lVitl1. black .Smoke muSt be stopped at all XJ' streaming from their mo- costs OI' certain CliS- tors they nos-ed down- aster would come to , fwa.rd.s to the cleptlz. of civilians in France and E Dover Sfmitf' England! , French planes, hearing of the raid by communiques, roared off from hidden airports somewhere in France' to help bring down the enemy machines, but again the Germans slip- ped past the Maginot line's secondary defences. On and on they flew communicating with each other, ready to go into their dizzy dives and release their deadly bombs at the signal from their Flagship. As they neared the Strait of Dover the wind rose and for a moment several planes wavered in the sudden gust of wind. The night gradually grew darker and, as the great grey monsters zoomed out over the foam- ing waters, six thousand feet below a loud crackling noise was heard followed by a terrific burst of radiant light. The pilots were tempor- arily blinded by the streak of lightning. Then the storm broke and sheets of rain came down in torrents. Most of the lighter planes had dif- ficulty in keeping straight courses in the blinding fiashes of lightning and the fury of the driving rain. Suddenly one of the Fokkers, out of control, speared downwards to inevitable destruction, its delicate controls frozen by the electrical storm. A moment later an ear-splitting crash Page Thirty-four treating, after viewing the strength and num- ber of the enemy's craftsg but as the Ger- man planes opened their throttles in full chase, the allied planes looped above, and dived directly down upon the as- tonished and surpris- ed Nazis. The British machine guns were already spitting iire in the droning dive. A moment later the pilot of the German Flag- ship was critically wounded as he clutch- ed feverishly at the controls of the careen- ing bomber. The co- pilot yanked at the stick but soon he, too, from loss of blood-slumped at the controls of the plane. At the same moment two light Fokkers and one pursuit plane, with c6YO'lLti7'L1l6d on. Page S71 My Favourite Season by ETHLWYN GIBSON, x A COM. Of all the seasons in the year Autumn to me is best. It's nice to think the snow is near, When trees have shed their dress. I like to watch the birds fly south, Red Robin and the rest. And when the Winds begin to blow, Soon winter will be our Guest I love to stand upon a hill And Watch the ground belowg It looks so peaceful and so still, And forests seem to glow. Autumn is a precious time, A treasure from above, And gives a cheery memory of A season all can love.

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SCHCOL NEWS When the students obtain their copies of The Echoes which section will they turn to Iirst? Perhaps it will be the Form News section, or the Humour section. But invari- ably the School News section is not the first their eager eyes will scan. For the attending students, perhaps the School News sec- tion seems to lack interest, be- cause they are well acquainted with the school activities, but for the Alumni of P.C.V.S., School News is the most inter- esting part of the book. ln the reading of it, they are able to see what progress has been made in the forming of organ- izations, the success of our rugby, basket-ball, and base- ball teams, and in the other phases of school life. The write- ups of the Literary meetings, of the Commencement dance, and the photographs will recall fond memories of school days at P.C.V.S. Thus the School News section is the most im- portant section of the magazine to the Alumni, and someday it will also gain importance in your eyes. Donori-ix' PARKHILL. Nezrs Editor Their Majesties' Visit to Canada, May, 1939 Peterborough: An Historic Day The day the King and Queen arrived in Canada His Majesty was to make a speech, and great was our delight when in morning assembly Dr. Kenner gave us permission to extend the noon hour to two o'clock. reason, which For some unforeseen however, the speech, was scheduled for l.30 o'clock, was delayed and many uncer- tain students set out for school. As I entered school, the con- tinuous ringing of the tele- phone sounded on my ears. As I passed the office, I heard the secretary's somewhat weary voice replying, Wait until the speech is over and then come to school. There was a buzz of voices in the main entrance Where some girls were gathered to shelter from the rain. Other students stood in a group at the corner across from Johnston's Electri- cal Store listening to the loud speaker by which we were to hear the first speech of His Majesty upon his arrival in Canada. About two o'clock the organ music ceased and between the intermittent ringing of bicycle bells and the bang of fire- crackers contributed by the First Formers chiefly, we heard the Prime Minister's welcom- ing address. Then after a mom- ent of suspense and silence, ex- cept for the sound of the rain- drops, His Majesty spoke and Page Thirty-six even the most mischievous boys were quiet and a subdued group heard the speech. Later, rather unwillingly, we returned to classes, but the teachers had a difficult task be- cause of wandering mindsg so school was dismissed early. Hip hurray! D.P. Ottawa: Trooping The Colours Now that the pageant is over, one recalls with delight the sounds of blaring bugles, the trampling of the proud Royal Canadian Dragoons, the cheering, and above all our handsome King and gracious Queen. Ottawa semed to change overnight, from the prim and sedate Canadian capital to a make-believe city. Rows of brightly coloured banners and flags decorated the broad front of the Parliament Buildings. About eight o'clock the mem- bers of the Air Force, who were acting as a guard of hon- our, began to fall into position. At nine the streets were a mass of excited people, anx- iously waiting for a single glance at their king. From our windows in the Parliament Buildings, we could see distinguished guests arriv- ing for The Trooping of the Colours. Statesmen, famed soldiers, beautiful women, and the humblest subjects, had fContinuecl on Page .445 Kingston: A Single Hour The great day had arrived- the day on which the King and Queen were to visit Kingston! Earlier in the week we had been somewhat disappointed by the announcement fmade necessary by the far distant ice and fog of the North At- lanticj that Their Majesties' visit was to be shortened to about an hour and a half. But our spirits soon rose again and we set out almost as joyously as if there had been no change in plans. Upon arriving in Kingston we found that a vantage point had been reserved for us on the roof of a store. Without worry in that regard we were free to enjoy the day in tour- ing the city. Thousands of flags bedecked the city hall and both public and private buildings. During the after- noon my mother had the privilege of seeing and actual- ly touching the Queen's bou- quet of orchids and lily-of-the- valley. About seven o'clock we set out to take up our post where we would wait to see the King and Queen. Even then the soldiers, among them the Prince of Wales Rangers from Peterborough, were falling in line along Pine Street. The first herald of the royal guests' arrival was the sound fConti1zuefl on Page 555