Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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20 THE VOYAGEUR ONE FEATURE of this year that contributed something of a record was that we started in September with a staff identical fexcept for tutorsj with that of the two previous years. It is with regret therefore that we have to record the breaking up of the team by the departure of Mr. Harry Steels and Mr. Hugh Baker. Mr. Steels, who is leaving to take a teaching post in a collegiate, came to us in September of 1934, as head of the Moderns Department. In addition to his teaching work, he has taken a keen interest in skiing, attempting trails worthy group of fencing enthusiasts to of an Amundsen or a Scott, and also led a form an Epee Club, though none of them succeeded in mortally damaging each other. Harry, however, cried touche to one of Cupid's darts, for he arrived back in 1933 with a bride. Both Harry and Violet have become very much a part of our community, and we are sorry to lose them. We all join in wishing them success and happiness in the future. MR, BAKER also arrived in Sept temher 1934 to take over the librarian's postg he has survived the trials and tribulations of that oflice for three years which in itself is a tribute to his patience. Hugh also taught Latin and Current Events in the junior forms. He has coached Firth House hockey teams, played soc' cer and accompanied Mr. Steels on skiing forays, which is also a test of rugged endurance. He staggered u s soon a f t e r hh Christmas this year with tht announcement of his marriage, and it is a matter of regret that we only saw lvlrs. Baker on oc' casional weekends. Mr. Baker is g - 1, 'UV' , ' i. 'eq' joining his family in Vancouver next year and will he on the stall' of Kingsley School, Vancouver, We extend our best wishes for success to them both,

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22 THE VOTAGEUR 0 SHORT STORY Q A Foul Trick by ALLAN LESLIE THE SKEETERS had been at their spring training camp for more than a week and were rapidly rounding into form. The players were struggling through some limberingfup exercises when Rookie Zeke Duffy arrived. Manager Sam Williams was administering a biting tongueflashing to Brickyard Hogan, who was performing in too lackadaisical a manner, when someone exclaimed, Look! Coming across the diamond was the most disreputf abledlooking youth. His clothes were dusty, his straw hat battered, and his pants were flying at halffmast. He was a tall gangling kid and he walked with enormous strides. He strode up to Williams and after gaping at him for several minutes asked, Is yo' the boss of this hyar ball team? Yeh, what dly' want? - I'm supposed to play fo' yo'. Ma name's Zeke Duffy and ah hails from Centreville which is up in the mountingsf' After Williams had recovered from the shock he began to see the light. He remembered that last fall one of the scouts had recommended to him a Kentucky hillebilly, claiming he could knock a baseball into the next state. U.K., go and get a uniform from Mike. That's Mike over by the dug' out. Yes sahf' Batting practice came next. Williams buckled on the chestfprotector and shin guards. He wanted to catch so he could look over the batters and see how his hurlers were shaping up. Bill Richardson, veteran hurler went out on the mound. Bill was throwing a few warmfup pitches to the manager when the hillfbilly appeared again. He looked even funnier in a baseball uniform. On his feet, instead of baseball spikes, were enormous hobfnailed boots Why didn't you give him a pair of spikes?'i asked Sam. I'll bet anybody ten bucks there isn't a pair of spikes in Florida that will fit that guy, replied Mike. Sam turned to the rookie. What side do you swing from kid? Zeke looked at him blankly. Swing? Why the only time I swing is when ah've had too much corn lickerf' Sam almost keeled over at this remark. I mean which way do you bat, right or left? Oh! Right,eAh thinks. You can't think, but come on and we'll see what you can dof' Williams took his place behind the plate and Zeke ambled up to the batterls box. Sam signalled to the grinning pitcher for an outfcurve. Richardson wound up and let go. Crack! and the ball soared over the leftffield bleachers but was foul