Stratford Normal School - Classic Yearbook (Stratford, Ontario Canada)

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STRATFORD, oNT. 39 Cvafacficfo 'Ly As travellers oft look back at eve, When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave Still faint behind them glowing, So when the close of pleasure's day To gloom hath near consigned us, We turn to catch one fading ray Of joy that's left behind us.-Anonymous. Just as a day flits by, so our year at Normal School has quickly passed. Dawn finds the world solicitous and ready for the wonders that the day wi'l bring. Just so the beginning of our year found us wide-eyed and anxious to begin the preparation for our chosen profession. Then it was that Dr. Bowers, our conscientious and efficient principal, and his kind and patient staff began to clear away the vague and uncertain ideas which surrounded us, even as the morning sun dissolves the shadows which cling to day-break. Slowly and surely we passed through the morning of our year until we came happy and carefree to the mid-day of our sojourn at Normal School. The noon was filled with enjoyment and pleasure. The School parties, our At Home, the Trip to Toronto, and now our May Day, vie with each other and strive for first place in our treasury of memories. But we are a part of all that we have met. It were folly, then, to attempt the ranking of these valuable experi- ences of our happy year. Now we, like the traveller, find the dusk falling on the world around us. Brilliant yellow and poignant blue fade into deep purple and rich orange as the sunset nears. So our happy and blissful feelings are tinged with sorrow and regret. Dusk is the time when we sit and recall the events of the day. We are now at the twilight of our term and we gaze back longingly trying to grasp even the smallest and most insignificant happening that we may crowd it into our hearts. Twilight passes and the traveller, hopeless and depressed, plods on until night in all its glory breaks upon him. Then, and only then, does he realize that the beauty of the day is balanced by the beauty of the night. We too, as our year at Normal School draws to a close, realize that the enjoyment of this year will be paralleled, if not surpassed, by the pleasure of our initial year of teaching. The thought of building something thrills all, from the infant playing with blocks to the adult who constructs an edifice of unexcelled beauty. But none builds with such fragile material as does the teacher. We teachers must not only have and give the answer to life, we must be the answer. With this idea embedded in our hearts we take courage. Let us go forth inspired by the thought that we will each have an important part to play in moulding a new and better nation. John R. Cook Qbonrt gozgef to qiyzifs .I Abraham, E. Merle, R. R. 1, Wroxeter, Ont. Blackler, Ethel, R. R. 1, St. Marys, Ont. Bowman, Isabel, R. R. 5. Brussels, Ont. Brown, Mary R. R. 5, St. Marys, Ont. Brown, Norville, R. R. 2, Wrrixeter, Ont. Buckingham, Frances, Hanover, Ont. Byers, Evelyn 24 Wellington St. Kitchener, Ont. Cantelon, Catherine, Lighthouse St., Goderieh, Ont. Chamney. Shirley, R. R. 1, Belgrave, Ont. Clendenen, Marie, 96 Fairview Ave.. Kitchener. Crich, Helen, R. R, 5, Clinton, Ont. lie-nef. Ruth, Hanover, Ont. Densteflt, Jean, Milverton, Ont. Dickson Margaret, 3-1 Richmond Ave., Kitchener.

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38 THE CLASSIC, 1945 Q5 in fpictwzai Now, look again at the double page of pictures. There we are, every last one of us-and much of what we did. Will you come for a tour of these pictures? First let us look at the outside pictures, starting at the left. There is Miss Emery, demonstrating how to prepare a tasty dish of mashed newspaper pulp. Miss Cottle is surrounded by four of her Scots lassies. Miss Johnson is proudly showing her file of up-to-date magazinesg but don't ask her for True Con- fessions, girls. Mr. Biehl and two of his brain-trusters settle the future of Europe, while in the room below him Mr. Rothwell tries over the new school song. Dr. Bowers beams at the advertisements sold by his two star salesgirls, if you ever start selling insurance, Inez and Catherine, please give us a head start! Mr. Beacom and his horticulturists busily lean on their rakes, while Mr. Manning and his group try out a radio play. And what's cooking up in Miss Everson's room? Mr. Hagerman patiently shows the girls what is the business end of a brace and bit. Don't point that brace at us, girls! It might be loaded. In the middle of the spread is our alma mater, sitting in its lovely park while serene skies float over it. Have you your reading glass handy? Then come inside the page with us, and see what we can find. See the Form III girls with the cannon? They are wondering whether they can take it back with them from Toronto as a souvenir. And again in Toronto- here we are in front of Hart House, and there, with Dr. Bowers and Miss Cottle striding away from the provincial capital. And here We are watching the school fair, and at the bottom of the page, getting ourselves all tied up in surveyors' chain while we measure out an acre of flats. Romance ? You can find several here. Who is that playing peekaboo around the tree trunk? Who is holding whom in the palm of her hand? We are advised that the girls take all those books home only to keep the March wind from blowing them away. Remember our parties? See us all dressed up in our gladdest rags for the At Home. See us dancing. See us lining up for hot dogs -- and see the staff eating them. We did work some of the time. To prove it, see a group of Mr. Biehl's Round Tablers in action. See us teaching-and at the bottom of the page, see us coming back from the country, squashed under a taxiful of concrete material. While we're down at the bottom, do you see the youngest member of the staff ? She is advising her father on a new approach to the Pre-Reading problem. So there we are, class of '45, How many times can you find yourself? The Camera Club Beth Nichols: Name three articles which contain starch. Earl: Two cuffs and a collar. KEY TO BRAIN-TEASER ON FORM III PERSONALITIES 1-kg 2-og 3fhg 4-rg 5-zg 6-gag 7--ev: 8 eg 9 bg 10 yg 11 tg 12 sg 13 11314 dy 15 pg 16 cg 17 xg 18 wg19--ug20-ig21--jg 22-gg 23-mg 24-fg 25-qg 26-l.

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40 Donaldson, Evelyn, Goderich, Ont. Farrell, Edith, R. R. 2, Ripley, Ont. Fischer, Patricia, R. R. 1, Mildmay, Ont. Flanagan, Helen, R. R. 1, Dublin, Ont. Francis, Marian, R. R. 1, Kirkton Ont. Sr. Mary Damien, The Pines, Chatham, Ont. Sr. Mary St. Andrew, The Pines, Chatham, Ont. Gadke, Jeanne, Fordwich, Ont. Grant, June, R. R. 5, St, Marys, Ont. Harding, Margaret, R. R. 1 Gorrie, Ont. Hemingway, Phyllis, Milverton, Ont. Henrich, Alice, St. Jacobs, Ont. Hill, Dorothy, Linwood, Ont. Hills, Marion, Tara, Ont. Hitzeroth, Shirley, Tavistock, Ont. Howald, Louise R. R. 2, Listowel, Ont. Karlson. Marjory, Hanover, Ont. Kempson. Honor tA.T.C.M.l, Kincardine, Ont. Laidlaw, Mary, R. R. 4, Atwood, Ont. Loney, Mary, Milverton, Ont. MacEwen. Isobel, R. R, 1, Bluevale, Ont. McIntyre Phyllis, R. R. 2, New Hamburg, Ont. McKay, Elizabeth, R. R. 5, Embro, Ont. Maxwell, Beatrice, R. R. 2, Paisley, Ont. Middleton. Ruth, R, R. 3, Clinton, Ont. Miller, Verna, 82 Huron Road, Goderich, Ont. Moore, Mary, R. R. 1 Rothsay, Ont. Muir. Isabel, R. R, 2, Turners, Ont. Muir, Mary, Embro, Ont. Murray, Marion, R. R. 5, Embro, Ont. Nichols, Beth, R. R. 2. Mitchell Ont. THE CLASSIC, 1945 O'Reilly. Angela. R. R. 2, Dublin, Ont. Orr, Elizabeth, Milverton, Ont. Pace, Vera. R. R. 2, Paisley. Ont. Pfohl, Freda, R. R. 3, Chesley, Ont. Pleon Betty, 111 Elgin St., Kitchener, Ont. Pullen, Margery, R. R. 6, Woodstock, Ont. Purdy, Jean, Tara, Ont. Reid, Kathleen, Lucknow, Ont. Robertson, Kathleen, 143 Elizabeth St., Stratford. Simpson, Verna, Science Hill, Ont. Smith, Ruth, R. R. 4 Atwood, Ont. Strathdee, Arla, Box 82, Ripley, Ont. Trask, Wilma, Alma, Ont, Weatherhead. Grace, R. R. 2, Lucknow, Ont. Whaling, Inez, R. R. 1, Sebringville, Ont. Williams, Jean R. R. 1, Durham, Ont. Williams, Sydney, 20 Maynard Ave., Kitchener. Woods, Catherine. R. R. 1, Dublin, Ont. Zinn. Isabel, R. R. 1, Wroxeter, Ont. Bean Jack, R. R. 3, Stratford Ont. Blackwell Raymond C., R. R. 2. Kincardine, Ont. Cockburn, Hugh M., Mount Forest, Ont. Cook, John R., Clinton, Ont. Dentstedt, Bruce, Milverton. Ont. Hicknell, Leo, R. R. 5. Seaforth, Ont. Israel, Kenneth A., 6 DeKay St., Kitchener Ont. Leatham, James H., R. R. 1, Britton, Ont. McConnell, Malcolm P., Kincardine, Ont. Taylor, Harold F., Box 852, Goderich, Ont. Ziegler, Bill, Ethel, Ont. gtuzmiie on Liga Dlzfczzio Never will I regret that morning when soft peepings of the early birds wooed me from my drowsy bed! In the semi-darkness I wandered from the cottage, and sat down on a tree stump to enjoy myself. My arrival must have upset the plans of the fairies, for they had failed to sprinkle their little pails of dew over the grass. The soft air blew around me caressingly, bearing the sweet excitement of springtime's youngest breath. As I watched I spied the first pinkish ray of light shooting through the azure in the eastern sky, sent like a searchlight breaking a patch for the coming sun. Slowly the sky brightened, then suddenly burst forth in silent glory as the first glimmer of the fiery sphere sent its bright crimson gaze glinting across the rippling lake. The heavens beckoned him, and he quickly rose to his ethereal throne to guide the ways of mortals for this day. Around me the air became as sultry as midday, and the voice of a bee, as he buzzed at his work, attracted me to the awakening flowers. I took one last look at the twinkling lake, whose bobbling sparklets played tag with each other on the crests of the ripples. A lone white fishing boat was heading out toward a far point, and a fisherman on the deck waved gaily as he passed. Sydney Williams Marion Francis: 'Tell me where Pittsburgh is, Johnny. Johnny: I think they're in Chicago this week. Margaret Dickson: Give me an example of period furniture. Elmer: Well, how about an electric chair? That always ends a sentence. -2? 5-5 ii- +5 11 Jack Bean: What letter in the alphabet comes after H? Billy: I don't know. Jack Bean: Now, Billy, what have you on each side of your nose ? Billy: Freck1es, sir.