St Michaels College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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. - ' if The snappy llnes to our young men s models Wlll 1n terest you 1f you are lookmg for real class at moderate pnees We speelallze 1n su1ts for College Men at l 5 3518 S20 522 50 and 3525 su1ts that are as durable Camhrldge Clothes d1splay 1n our W1ndoWs and let us have the pr1v1lege of showmg you our smart clothes for men Smart Dressers Who Want Cambridge ' Style in Speclal Ordered Clothes can get Made-to-Measure Suits ID our Spec- lal Qrder Department from s20 up Cambridge Clothes for College Chaps xr- -ff ,, , , . - 7 V, ml to wear as they are good toloolc at. See the exclusive gg I Fx, fl . 'l lr - .GP ' , 4' in ++++++++++++++++ FITZ PATRICK 8z 0 CONNELL LIMITED Toronto's Smartest Clothes Shop 254 YONGE STREET I 1371

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wit anb 1bumor-rlontinueb XVHOSE ARE THESE P f'Shure and they calls me sergeant. Do you know Brother Qdo P Not that I care for the dance but it's the principle of the thing. I'm no boy, Guittard! I'm no boy V' Do you expect me to stand at the dormitory door with a shotgun F You know where the car goes around the corner in Ham- ilton ? INell, I'm only eleven! 'iIt's the last one I got, too. Cmeaning cigarettesj. I might be able to make the third or fourth rugby team if I had a pair of socks. I could sip this all night. hjiggers, Mike, drop the butt! if Give me a pipeful of tobaccofl 'You have nothing on me as she kissed me too. 'IIs that you, Kate ? i'You useless article ! 'iW'ho threw that chalk ? H Anybody can easily tell that 'Scotty' O'Neil is from the bush. Hold him. fellows, hold him! I canlt keep him down here all night l lan. 29, 'I5.-SOIJHS. hold a boxing tournament in front of Father Pageaus door. Fitzgerald begins his series of bouts for the championship of II Arts. Y. Traynor is first Qyictim?j. ' Fitzy was badly bruised about the head and upper members of his body. i'McBride! you're next. was his parting remark, as he mopped the bloody sweat from off his brow. DEFINITION OF A SOPHIST. Sophist was a great Greek painter. He painted a bunch of grapes so well that the birds were deceived. GEOMETRIC JOKE. Prof. fto student who is discussing women suffragej- Come, 'Fatf women suffrage has nothing to do with geom- evtryf' Pat - Chl yes it has, women claim they are on a parallel with men. Prof. Qin Philosophy class J- XVhat's an instant, Johnny? JOIHZIIVI' S.-'fAn instant is the sixtieth part of a second. HARD TIMES AT INDIAN RIVER. SIzi1111iga1z ' Cto E. Tansey in the early morning at Indian River Stationj- XVhere do you live ? Tansey-f'In Texas. HSI?Z'1l7l'IQUll,i-iiA113' jobs down there? Par H.- XN'ell. Karl, did you hear about the Irishman capturing twelve Germans F iss' Karl.-HGet out! How could he do it ? Pain- XVliy, he surrounded them. l'i'G1'5.--fi'- .'7e--.f lr E. Qjzu-tfws --'- -CE 7ZS07'Fd, I 1361

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unit HUD 'll3l1l110l'-601111911165 IRISH FLAT EPIC? PROLOGUE. This is the flat of the Irish, wherein dwell we, exiles from Ering Far from the halls of our sires, this little New Ireland we've founded. Freed from cold Albion's powerg freed from the chains of op- pression, Wfith a kind, noble monarch to guide, we strive to forget dear old Erin. Gentle and mild is our sovereign, his yoke resting lightly upon us, Like beloved St. Patrick of Ireland, to light, out of darkness, he leads us. Guileless and happy are we, though we still have our sorrows and troubles, Wfe have yet to be blessed with Home Rule, and we still are sub- servient to others. Alas! we are only a province, a part of another great nation g The province of Erin-go-Bragh, of the great San-Mikelian Empire. Thus, though our tetrarch has pow'r, he hasn't complete jurisdiction, So still are we sorely beset by the powers that be, who now rule us. Bound hard and fast by their rules, undaunted we still struggle up- wards, Outwitting the crafty Ulysses, as he strives with fresh air to inflate us, Long 'ere the first cock-Croachj crows, at an hour when the devil still slumbers, When ghosts roam at large through the halls, we are forced to for- sake our '4soft couches. Enough! Let the Yiddishers whimper of cruel and baneful oppres- siong Wie Irishmen, true to the core, each cloud's silver lining discover. Horse-tammg Sisyphus Sheehan has bade me to save from oblivion 'lhe ekploits of valor and courage by us, in our hey-day, accom- phshed. l2'en shall I do so forsooth, imploring the gracious indulgence Of those who, perchance, may peruse this labor of years. mon pos- siblef' PART I. Here dwell we pupils of Cheiron g Here dwell we, sons of the Heroesg Here have we come to be schooled in the arts as befits our high station. Scarce had the month of September closed in a last blaze of glory. IVhen back to the fountains of knowledge, came we with our rollick- ing bustle. And great was the wonder of all, when the sight to our eyes was unfolded Of a brand, new Hat, fitted completely with all of the modern inventions. Luxurious divans and couches. with finest of plushes upholstered, Toasters and pow'r-driven fans, and steamless and heatless steam heaters. V W'hen the bugle was blown for assembly, four strange. large-eyed creatures had joined us: Arland, McBride and McCann, and Tom, Yictor Traynor's wee brother. Wfild and untutored were they, but, being the offspring of Heroes Close to our hearts did we clasp them, and'pressed them with joy to our bosoms. In thanks for our safe home-returning, six hecatombs straightway we offered To that great and omniscient immortal, dread Mougha. the god of the ancients. So greatly this offering pleased him. that oracles soon were estab- lished XYherein he placed Thomas Guittard as his mouthpiece to speak to his children. CCn1zfi1z1Lcd on page I5Sj. if H381