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

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' Form II News NDOUBTEDLY Form II thinks that the year at P.N.S. has been the most profitable and most enjoyable year of our lives. Equally sure are they that Form il was the outstanding group of the year. mourn A was our home room. The visitor no sooner could look through the door than he would see the schoolys most brilliant Hash of red-Esther Perrin's hair. Maggie , Mr. Smitheram, our Form Master would call, and immedi- ately our nve lvlargarets would spring to action. Among them is the only Real girl in all the school, our laurel-winning Secretary of the Hubbard regime - Margaret Sargent, our spring term President-Margaret Ruther- ford, Margaret Watson, she who fluttered away from ladders in a gown of blue and white streamers trimmed with balloons, and finally, those incom- parable twins McColl and McGee. Toward the back of the room the schoo1's most modest, young ladies, the Sproule sisters, Reta and Ruth-and the Wilson two, not sisters. Near them hovered a Weaver and a Reid, most useful in Mr. Munro's basketry classes. Well to the front is this year's most genuine touch of Auld Ireland, Ellen Murphy, whose Wearing O' the Green is always a signal for caution. But green with envy did she appear when Rosemary Parker turned pages while Romeo played Sweethearts and Wives. Motivated by the Form Master to the need for missionary teachers in the outlying districts, Form II had its Marion Sedgwick with first hand information of the wonders of Haliburton. From Cameron we have our Betty Rutherford whose tales none can match. N o other form can boast of having a Marjorie McBride, the dark-eyed miss who is going to ban comic books from her school. Nor has any other form the smiling Sir Frances Neville who says she just loves teaching. Only Form II had Dorothy Peters of Cole Lake fame, and Christine Roberts, our talented soloist, and Verna Meldrum-the little girl so shy in and out of UD school. Only Form II could boast of Thelma Mullet so loyal to Crookston whate'er its fate, or Sue Powell who is neither big nor mighty, or Mary Spencer, the budding poetess. Most interesting, too, were those things unrevealedg about Form II. Why did Jean York enjoy the H20 Plus Club .so much? Where did Anne Walsh lure the unnamed individual after school on February 9th? Why Evelyn Preston gets so out of breath coming to school? Perhaps this latter may be explained in terms of Science of Education - She saw Mr. Woodruff. She ran. She was afraid. Marian White adds colour - but there goes the bell and the account must end, though this must yet be said- Form III's ideas make Normal School So dull and drab and cool, Form I adds something which, like gum, Makes our education hum! But in Form II we do declare - No effort do we spare To make this term from spring to fall The year that is the best of all. -SHEILA WILSON. G I want you to know that you're the first girl I've ever made love to , whispered Greg Knox as he shifted gears with his feet. ' Page Twenty-seven

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The O.T's. HE STAGE is set. We mean, the music room is ready, because most of the actors are here. Time - 1.00 p.m. of any Tuesday or Friday at P.N.S. Everyone's ready. Ready for what? Why, of course, the agonizing half-hour of O.T. practice. A typical half-hour with the O. T.'s goes something like this. It starts with grousing, such as wishing Mr. McKinney would get here. Someone else moans about all the music theory we've taken, 'and I don't understand a note of it.' One of the boys remarks, 'You know, Mr. McKinney would never believe this, but I used to be able to play a tunef If he doesn't soon get here, l'm leaving, and not coming to classes againl' growls someone else. But Mr. McKinney isn't the only person not nere - Lou is still at Literary executive meeting. Finally, in comes Mr. McKinney. Sorry to be late, folks, but I had to carry out the ashes. Who's first? It is now 1:15 p.m. The fun starts. To reach a high note, we must go through this: Stand on your tiptoes, shut your eyes, and call Ma--ry down from upstairs! At about 1:25 we are all around the piano singing happily when the door opens just a crack, disclosing Form III very anxious to enter. At last- dismissal. But who knows to what undreamed of heights this group is going to reach? When everyone else is wearing out their voice singing Of an afternoon in the month of Junen, we are happily engaged in putting build- in g paper on flats to make operetta scenery. More astonishing, one of our young men kindly volunteers to become a tenor in The Maid and the Middy . Finally, We are a very select group - you can't join us if you sing in tune. -MARION SEDGWICK. THE SCHOOL CLOCK I once had a pretty white face, My numbers were ever so black! My arms moved around with such grace! And richly brown oak was my back. Many times were my hands hurried on When lessons all seemed quite a bore, Teacher marvelled how quickly I'd gone While youngsters were glad it was four ! I've smiled at the answers a bit By teacher and pupils and all. My life - how I've loved every bit! I would not exchange it at all. But my face is now yellow and gray For I've served in the school many score My arms are too weak to move quickly to-day So pupils must stay until four . -SISTER BORGIA. Page Twenty-nine 1