Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School - Collegiate Yearbook (Sarnia, Ontario Canada)

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THE COLLEGIATE IO3 She pondered and worried Fretted and sighed Slept not a wink half the time Trying to determine to do it or not Trying to make up her mind. She gazed in the mirror Thought for awhile Fondled the tresses and wept, Then put on her hat, tripped down the street And into the barber shop stepped. She mounted the chair with a mist in her eyes The barber danced round with his shears i One little, two little, three little locks, Fell to the floor with her tears. Four little, tive little six little locks Seven, then eight and at last She stepped on the street with a glorious bob, The knot now a thing of the past. -Norma Hilliard. ! Rose enters a dry-goods store on a hasty shopping tour just after the Christmas Holidays. Clerk- XYhat can l do for youiu Harold- Willett price are these semi-soft collars? Clerk- Two for a quarter. Harold- lYhat is the price for one? Clerk- l'll sell you this one for tifteen cents. Rose Qholding out a dimel- Thanks I'll take the other one. U Push, says the button. Take pains. says the window. Never be led, says the pencil. Always keep cool, says the ice. Be up-to-date, says the calendar. Never lose your head, says the match. Make light of your troubles. says the lire. Aspire to greater things, says the nutmeg. Do the work you are suited for, says the chimney. Find a good thing and stick to itf' say the stamp. M. McCormick- How long did it take you to learn to skate? G. McKay- Oh, about a dozen sittings. Two very pretty girls met on the street and kissed each other rap- turously. n Lloyd Hallam and Ted Teskey watched the meeting. There's another of those things that are so unfzur, said Lloyd. XYhat's that? said Ted. ' Hallam, pointing to the scene: XN'omen doing men's work LOST-One golden hour set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward iS Offered as it is gone forever.

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I04 THE COLLEGIATE. UPPER SCHOOL BLUES A dashing young blood is our Jerry. A frolicsome lad and a merry. He'll pick up a girl, And go for a whirl. Then take her right back to the ferry. lYe have a young maiden named Y Maggie. I D XX hose tongue IS excessively waggy. She squeaks and she giggles, She laughs and she wiggles. 'Till you'd certainly think she'd get faggy. .Xnd then there's that heart-breaker Lloyd. XX'hom the Happers can't seem to avoid. lYith the ladies our Hick, Has a technique that's slick. And his company's always enjoyed. .-X hard man and rough is our Mait. He lives at a terrible rate. He's out every night. 'l'ill the dawn's early light, .Xnd he rises with mal a la pate. lYhat ho! for the beautiful Gwenny. Her attractions are varied and many. Though she won't bob her hair, Still itls best to beware, For her thoughts are worth more than a penny. Of course we've all heard about Nicol. lt was really a laughable picol. lie wasted his jack, lYhen he hired a hack, But how could he know she was ficol. A rare bird we have in old Steager. His quest after knowledge is eager. He'll sit up till two. All his homework to do, And so's your old man says our Steager. Oh a Hower of creation is Donny. All joking aside she's quite bonny. S-he's a bright little lass, ln the Algebra class, And those theorems are pie for wee Donny. .Xncl then once again we have XYorky. lYhose career has been patchy and jerky. XYe all lirmly believe. That some dav he will leave, So here's to the best of luck XYorky. Now Cecil is head of the Lit. Still he isn't conceited a bit. He's a regular wag, And he edits the mag. And his studies are right in his mit. Our Anne's a scholarly light. At school she's just awfully bright. XYith out having to cram. She knocks off each exam. And her marks are astonishing quite. And Heber has grown of late. To be very hot on debate. XYith that line he could shoot, On the Hudson Bay route He deserved now a far better fate. And now let us finish with Morrow, Tliougli no words that will lit can we borrow. So it won't be a crime. If to make up the rhyme, We call him just Upper School's Sorrowf, P51 X 21 Pk Miss Ferguson- Did you do this essay yourself Lackie? Bill Qabsentmindedly,J- No, Miss Ferguson, father started it but mother had to do it all over again,