Peterborough Teachers College - PTC Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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The Hallowe'en Party NY CALENDAR lists Ha1lowe'en on the last day of October, but the party in the Normal School twenty-four hours earlier than that date lacked nothing that is associated with the occasion. Ghosts, goblins, cobwebs, witches, skeletons, slimy hands, sepulchral voices were all present to evoke shrieks, or, in some cases, peals of laughter. Such were the preliminaries to the real party in the Assembly Hall. rfere had gathered a group attired in every variety of costume. Stranger danced with stranger, no one attempting to reveal his identity. So cleverly disguised were some that members of one household were unaware that others from the same abode were present. Did anyone ever see another woman with such outstanding feet as had the Lady of the Furs and the Ear-rings? From the kitchen later came a tasty lunch, that is, what was left of baked apples, doughnuts and cider after the Refreshment Committee had tasted literally and liberally as they worked. As midnight approached weariness dampened earlier enthusiasms. In true elfin style, weary guests vanished ere the clock struck twelve. The Hallowe'en party was over. -ETHEL GILL. Sadie Hawkins' Party N THE EVE of the fateful day, though it was not Leap Year, the girls were observed in deep conspiracy. Rumours about those things called corsages filtered through the school. Each boy must have inwardly thought, Oh, she couldn't do that to me. I'd look so silly! Had he only known! There must have been a certain nervousness as she stood on the doorstep of his home ringing the doorbell. Once! Twice! Three times! At last - sigh. QRemember now your mannersj Then she helped him with his coat. What's wrong? She forgot to open the door. No taxi? He won't mind, this time - it isn't so f-a-r. But aren't the boys in unusually good humour. I wonder why. Oh-h- HI pay . Proceeds for the Junior Red Cross, but it's embarrassing. This Way to Dogpatch read the sign. Will we know when we get there? Decorations? People? Why, there's Daisy Mae, Li'l Abner, Mammy Yokum and even Pappy. Special names for each guest, eh. Wonder what ours will be - still can't guess. March music - indicating a parade, corn cob pipes, yellow boots, bare feet, corsages - cabbage leaves, beans, onions, carrots, Life Savers, gum drops. How appetizing! The judges, Mr. and Mrs. McKinney, Miss Johnston and Mr. Woodruff selected typical Daisy Mae Marg Rutherford and Li'l Abner Allore. Natcherly! In its day the Virginia Reel may have been graceful, but it, too, has a New Look. Quite a square dance! That farmhand can really call. Music? Woody! Games, too. One learned that Life Savers and tooth picks enjoy a peculiar relationship but why did they persist in chasing Life Savers across the floor? Can't think of another Nursery Rhyme, eh! Was that why they threatened to throw you out the window ? While the evening was yet young the P.N.S. Record Player orchestra took over. Such dancing - but it was fun. Appropriately, many found their way home, but others - weak from the expenditure of energy - infiltrated into Harrisons. -PHYLLIS BOYD. Page Sixteen

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burial heats The Staff Reception ATE IN September curious students, aware that the year's first formal social event was imminent, sought information in books of etiquette but found their answers by consulting Miss Johnston. If any entertained misgivings in regard to social proprieties, these were dis- pelled by the atmosphere of sincere friendliness that prevailed on the afternoon of September 30th. For the occasion, the Staff had arranged a pleasant programme featur- ing an official welcome to the school by Principal L. W. Copp, a civic welcome by Mayor W. G. Ovens, a message of inspiration by Rev. Ivan G. Morgan, and two delightful solos by Miss Nicollette Humphrey. Following the programme lunch was served by members of the staff, assisted by their wives - Mrs. L. W. Copp and Mrs. F. B. Smitheram pouring tea. It seemed that no effort was spared to make each member of the new class feel genuinely at home in Peterborough. Student became better acquainted with student, practice teachers, members of the Normal School Staff, and friends of the school. From that day, P.N.S. became our school. -ROWENA LEONARD. Meeting the Inspectors g WICE DURING the year the Inspectors of the Trent Valley region met in the Normal School. On each occasion they were permitted to interview those students who reside in their respective Inspectorates. Many of them were able to greet former pupils whom they remembered as shy little tots starting to school or as High School Entrance candidates graduating from their supervision. All of them showed genuine interest in the classes as potential sources of teachers for their schools. On both occasions groups of students were pleased to act as hosts and hostesses by serving their guests that morning spot of tea . In addition, at the spring meeting, another group presented for the approval of the Inspectors a demonstration of the techniques which this class has been trained to use in teaching Primary Reading. If this class can continue to impress these kindly officials as favourably as they impressed each Normalite, the reputation of our Normal School will be further enhanced. -EILEEN I-IELSTERN. Quothe John Grylls - She may be only a gardener's daughter, but she sure knows how to plant her tulips. X Page Fifteen

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At Home ANUARY! The month of fuss, bother and muddlesl Everyone was in a muddle. Everything was muddled! Songs echoed through the corridors, rehearsals disturbed class routine, decorations depicting anchors, sailors and ships diverted attention from books, lesson plans and directed observation reports. Surely there must be a purpose to all this preparation which reached a fevered climax at the end of the first week in February. On that Friday evening, gowned figures early hurried into the school. Confusion was confined backstage or to the improvised dressing rooms. Elsewhere calm orderliness, keen anticipation, and genuine friendship prevailed. Happy receptionists welcomed friends-four hundred of them- to the big formal party of the year. Promptly at nine o'clock a hush fell upon the crowded assembly hall. The curtains parted as though operated by unseen magic forces. ln the strong glare of Hoodlights was an outdoor scene of a summer resort by the side of a lake - realistically created under Miss Wagar's supervision. This was the setting for the presentation of the gay operetta The Maids and Middies . Directed by Mr. Woodruff and Mr. McKinney, supported in the choruses and in numerous ways by the entire student body, the cast was: Valerie ----- Marg Rutherford Billy - - - Lloyd Sills Mrs. Gaily - - Muriel Andrews Mr. Dawson - - Fraser Howes The Count - Jerry Hubbard Mr. Fitz - - Russ Weir Mr. Evans - Jack Carswell Alice - - Chris Roberts Maud -' - Marg Garrison Phyllis - - - Peggy Brown Mr. Bounder - - John Lewis The Great Unknown - Jack Gordon Attendant ------ Fred Allore An hour later, amid the plaudits of admiring guests, friend greeted friend, swaying to the rhythm of Cecil Gallagher's band or by partaking of a dainty lunch served in the Library. Relay after relay moved from dance floor to the Library or to the various games on the second fioor. By midnight a few began to depart, but not till two did the gaiety lessen. Then, as ever happens, good things end. Happy, but suddenly weary, folks drifted homewards. The At Home was over but in the memories of this class it will linger long - a highlight of the year. -PEGGY BROWN. Mr. S.: What is a buccaneer? Maggie: A heck of a price to pay for an ear of corn. Bob: Boy! Did she give you a dirty look? Fraser: Who'? Bob: Mother Nature. ' Page Seventeen