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

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The Christmas Frolic N DECEMBER 17th, in the spirit of goodwill to all, the students, members of the staff and friends assembled to spend the evening in holiday mood. For the occasion the Assembly Hall had been adorned in the season's gayest costume. Streamers were draped, Christmas wreaths were hung, bright coloured cones and balls gave brilliance to the room showing the purposeful nature of Mr. Munro's practical instruction in Crafts. For the lack of other entertainment, it seemed, dancing began as soon as sufficient numbers had gathered. No one seemed concerned that the stage was curtained or that certain students were not present until, during a lull in the music, all were requested to be seated. Then, the Drama Club fMr. Woodruff's protegej presented a modern interpretation of Scrooge's Christmas . Lunch was followed by the singing of Christmas carols in the midst of which who should appear but Santa Claus. Truly he seemed to be a right jolly old elf . Some marvelled at the personal acquaintance he seemed to have with so many of those present but none dared to ask how he learned so much about them. Everyone, even Mr. Copp, seemed delighted to learn before he left that there had been a gift on the tree for each. So passed the Christmas frolic -an evening of gaiety, music and good cheer. -RUTH WILSON. The Skating Party ADY LUCK beamed upon the efforts of the Executive Committee of the Athletic Society by providing them with ideal weather for their skating party. Most of the school gathered on that Monday evening at Inverlea Rink where, for over two hours, they skated happily. Adjourning to the Normal School they found the difficulty of climbing the hill undiminished despite the grace and ease with which they had so recently glided along the ice. But the rewards were worth the effort. In the school, hot soup, melba toast, and red apples were arrayed to satisfy the appetites generated by earlier exertion. To round out a most enjoyable event, music had been arranged. Thus a good time was assured-skating. eating, and dancing till midnight. -MARGUERITE HICKEY. Education is what remains after what you have learned is forgotten. Mr. Copp, at the Kawartha Club, I'd move heaven and earth to play this game properly. Caddie: You've only heaven to move now, sir. Wilkinson: As soon as I realized it was crooked business, I got out of it. Whitfield: How much? Page Eighteen

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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

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EX-SERVICE PERSONNEL Left to right: F. Morton, R. Weir, J. Hubbard, G. L. Woodruff, A. Whitfield. Ex-Service Men at P.N.'S. NCLUDED in the class of '48 are four ex-service men-Fraser Morton and Russ Weir QR.C.A.F.J, Bert Whitfield fR.C.C.S.J, and Jerry Hubbard fC.A.C.J. Although somewhat older than most students these four young men quickly adjusted themselves to their new associates and to Normal School life. Appropriately enough, their Form Master was Mr. G. L. Woodruff whose Army experience made him fully cognizant of the problems of being readjusted to civilian life. Perhaps the most difficult problem which these men encountered was that of forcing themselves to open books for the purpose of study. Having been away from academic learning for a time they found some difficulty in getting back to the old Uschoolroom grind . Early in the term these youth- ful veterans managed to overcome this difficulty. Soon they were able to keep pace with those classmates who had come directly from High School and whose education had not been interrupted. Each of them was happy to contribute his bit to make the Normal School year interesting, enj :gable and profitable. POETRY WITH EFFORT Sleep, little baby, oh sleep. Daddy's out driving his jeep. He's gone to get baby a doll. Good-night, go to sleep, that is all. -ETHEL GILL. Page Nl: eteen H