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

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TEACHING FOR MR. NICHOLS Ah! There's the bell and all is well, At least I think so - we can't tell. Oh! Mr. Woodruff just came ing He gave us such a pleasant grin. I s'ppose he'll Watch us as we teach Perhaps - and then he'll preach and preach On manner, methods, and on voice: Oh well! We'll listen now to Joyce. My lesson's over - oh, what fun, It was some lesson - now it's done. It seems as if I'll never be A teacher just as good as he. But never mind, I stand a chance Of passing, though he raves and rants About my plan, a minor thing For who knows what next year will bring. Here is my lesson plan returned. You know the lesson wasn't learned, But I got through it, just the same, Poor Mr. Woodruff suffered pain, 4'Tsk, tsk, and Hugh he muttered low, My gosh! but Muriel, you are slow. You'll have to watch your graph, you know, Or else below the line you'll go. -MURIEL ANDREWS. Vctledictory Address A ODAY I have the privilege of saying a few words of farewell to the Masters and Instructors of Peterborough Normal School on behalf of the class of '47-'48. The time has come when we must say goodbye to these, our teachers. to this, our school, and to the fair City of Peterborough. Nearly a year ago we entered this school as students. Now we are leaving it prepared to enter the teaching profession as adult men and Women. On this, our last day together, we realize that our Principal and Dean were both right when they said we would leave Normal School with tears in our eyes, for we have just completed one of the happiest school years of our lives. We can laugh together now as we recall the first frightening days at P.N.S. The strange school-the strange faces all around us-the tales each master told about the others. But in a few days with the help of Mr. McKinney's Play Day, Mr. Copp's science excursions and the Fall base- ball games, we lost our feeling of strangeness and began to be the big happy family We are now. Our feeling of belonging perhaps really became strong- est when We were officially welcomed by Mayor Ovens at the Reception in September. We shall always have happy memories of all the activities of the school -the basketball games, the hockey games. our trip to Toronto, our Friday night parties when we danced to the melodic strains of our school orchestra, Page Twenty-one

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Mr. Harvey A. Bonney URING THE TERM most students have become familiar with Mr. Bonney, the genial gentleman whose best efforts have contributed to the comfort of everyone using the Normal School building. Mr. Bonney's duties begin every day before most students awake in order that the fires be lit. Since his appointment in April, 1921, he has served the school as engineer. Born of Huguenot stock, whose ancestors had been forced to Hee to England in the fifteenth century, Mr. Bonney came to Peterborough in 1915. Shortly he became night engineer in one of the city's larger factories. Six years later he began his duties in the Normal School. Since then he has served continuously under four Principals - the late Dr. Duncan Walker, Dr. J. A. Bannister, the late Mr. E. H. McKone, and Mr. L. W. Copp. He has seen many changes in the Staff during his service, but only minor changes in his own department. Electric motors have replaced the steam engine for operating the ventilating fan but no automatic stoker as yet feeds the fire box. Annually he has shovelled on the average of one hundred and forty tons of coal into the furnace in order that classes might meet in comfort. During his twenty-seven years, faithful and conscientious application to duty has marked his work. Only twice, and for a brief period of ten days on each occasion, has he been obliged to remain absent from his place. Though not in direct contact with the academic work of the school, he made acquaintances with students of every year. He has enjoyed these friendships. This class extends to him the wish that, when his application to retire on pension is granted, he and Mrs. Bonney may enjoy many years of comfort, good health, and happiness. THE HUBBARDITE REGIME lt's twelve-forty on Tuesday noon, And plotting some new scheme ls a faithful group, now just guess whom: lt's the 'Hubbardite Regime'. Yes, here are Jerry, Orv, and John, Reta, Margs. and Lou, Phyllis, yes - and Madeleine, Ramona and the Frasers two. They meet in Mr. Woodruff's room And in discussion there Have planned most school activities- What, how, why, when and where. I move, says John, we have a dance, I second, Orv replies. ln favour? All. says Jerry, It's carried then, he cries. And thus they planned our parties there. For money Qft they yearned. But time for schoolg there goes the bell, The meeting is adjourned. -MARGARET WATSON. Page Twenty

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and best of all our At Home. What fun we had preparing for that great occasion-now that it is past. But as we look over our year, we can think of more than just the fun we have had. We remember with a warm feeling of accomplishment the work we have done, our many projects, our Science notes, our directed observation reports and most important the lessons we have taught. We can even smile a little now as we think of our first lesson-the hours we spent trying to make that lesson a success, and then the terrible panicky feeling when we stood before the class and couldn't recall a word. Nor can we leave the school Without paying tribute to each Master and Instructor, for the patience which each one showed with our problems and errors. Now, as we stand looking with anticipation and a little fear into the future, we realize how very valuable has been the help of all our teachers, school and practice. They have tried to show us what we should do-let us set our sights on their objectives and carry on the task. For as We think so will we do. Guard well the portals of the mind, Let no discouragement creep through, No doubt a lodgement find. More than's been done can still be doneg Think this, and, thinking, then believe, CSO may the greatest goal be wonj Go on! Think right! Work hard! Achieve! We need have no fear for the future if, when we leave this building to enter into the broader fields of our profession, we go with the determination that we are the masters of our destiny. One ship drives east and another drives west While the selfsame breezes blowg 'Tis the set of the sails and not the gales That bids them where to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of the fates As we voyage along through lifeg 'Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal And not the storms nor the strife. -MADELEINE DAVIDSON. THE EASTER LILY Oh, Easter lily, tall and fair, A beauty to behold - Your petals of the purest white, Your heart of shining gold. You stand so tall and stately there Amid the leaves of greeng You have an air of purity And peacefulness serene. Pale petals softly op'ning now Do tell a wondrous thing, The glorious Easter story Of Christ, our Risen King. ANNE REID. Page Twenty-two