Timmins High and Vocational School - Porcupine Quill Yearbook (Timmins, Ontario Canada)

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81 ll- The PORCUPINE QUILL bothersome black flies and mosquitoes, but we occasionally see a bumble bee. Around the bases of stumps, under bushes and trees, little pink flowers come peeking out from beneath green leaves. These flowers are called trailing arbutus, and you have to hunt to find them, they are so elusive. Lift- ing up the green leaves very carefully, for most beautiful things are hidden, you find pink and white clusters of arbutus, each little blossom perfect in every way, with a frag- rance very fresh and different from any other Hower. Lying down in the woods so you can look up at the sky, you see tiny white clouds chas- ing each other. They are so happy, and you can almost hear them Whispering Spring is here again! ELLEN HARKNESS Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Spring The skating is overg The skiing is done: We must indulge In some other fun. The ice has gone From the river deepg And air is fresh And good for sleep. The chocolate rabbits Will soon be hereg For Eastertide Is drawing near. The flowers are budding, The birds are here, The brooks are running, So spring is here. The sunsets are A golden red, And now it is hard To go to bed. JACK TAYLOR, AID INTERMISSION We have all looked at daguerreotypes in the family album-doubtless with aching sides. Let us advance Hfty years into the future . . . You are seated, comfortably we hope, in your super-scientifical1y-designed chair, en- joying your old age and dreaming of the good old days when you went to High School to the merrily-whistled tune of School- daysf' parodied. Suddenly you are struck by a memory. Once the shock is over, you pull yourself together and examine it. L0 and behold! It is a memory of the day the Quill pictures were taken-away back in 1935. You press one of the many buttons on your super-scientific chair, and a copy of that now famous magazine jumps out of a slot. You turn to the pictures and gaze. Alas! On that day of days when you faced the camera with your blood all a-tingle and feeling as proud as punch--what you thought to be a Roman frown you now fmd to be a dark sinister scowlg that cherubic smile to be an idiotic gring that humble look to be a sly squint: that soldierly bearing to resemble that of a weary ballet-dancer, that . . . At this point in my prophecy let me re- mind you that old age laughs most loudly at jokes of which its own youth is the goatg and therefore by all rights you should at this moment be dying of laughter, as the camera man once more confronts you in these pages-fifty years from now! 2 jx ff t ' N an-r - -1 .lf 4' xs' - . 1 wie? -. .. E57 ,gg XQEQ, 42555, ,. fwsznesi we--aired HB2 -- 'lg 'Inf---'v elf l I HQ 53 ' ' q v? EE

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80 The PQRCUPINE QUILL l- Up here, motorists who do not trust the snow-ploughs, have devised a contraption to be independent of them. In place of the front wheels of a car, are skiis, and in place of the back ones are caterpillar wheels. This snow-car makes plenty of noise, but serves its purpose well. At night all you can see of the mill is a myriad of twinkling lights in the darkness. Looking down to the river valley, you can trace the course of the streets by the street lamps. The scene looks very beautiful and unreal. Above all these lights shine the bright and friendly stars. IDA WILLIAMS Q11 An amateur skier named Pete, Found it hard to stand up on his feet, When his skiis 'gan to slide, He lost part of his hide, And had to go home in a sheet. REG. ARMBRUST :lf se it You will be awakened at seven o'clock the first morning by the Hollinger whistle. We do not need alarm clocks to waken us to get to school in time, that is the whistle's job. In Timmins, the landscape, like the sky, is very lovely. In the distance, Mountjoy stands covered with snow and surrounded by a dark fringe of trees. In the evening, the smoke coming out of the chimneys makes ghostly images outlined against the dark sky. LILY FELDMAN I wish you could come up to visit Timmins in winter. You would be struck by the dif- ference from your own city. The snow is more plentiful and much cleaner. The roofs are covered with snow and sparkle in the sunshine. The sky is whiter and clearer. The sun shines all day long. At night the moon shines brightly and the whiteness of the ground illumines the sky. We can even see the cold here. When it is far below zero, a whitish fog wraps the town. Many French signs are seen in Timmins. There is one on the town hall and one on the fire hall, and there are some on the stores. On the road leading out of town is a sign which says Au revoirj' and Bienvenu, as well as Farewell and Welcome MADELINE SAUVE Scene Hz SPRING and SUMMER OPERATIONS When Spring is Here Spring! and a million cars out. Spring! and their motors hum. And-that is a wise saying- Spring when you see them comel' Spring is here! The most wonderful seaszn in the whole year! Everything is coming back-flowers, leaves, mosses, birds. Every- thing and everybody is coming back. When you see robin redbreast in your back yard, you know that spring is here. And if you are a lucky and observant person, you may see his nest. Out' in the woods, down by the stream, little pussy willows, looking like soft gray kittens, swing over the water on their long slender stems. You can almost see the pus- sies smiling at you. The earth in the woods smells fragrant and clean. A velvet carpet of green covers the country, while, underneath the pine trees, there is a carpet- of pine needles, six inches thick and so soft and springy that it feels like a feather bed. Just to take deep breaths of pure air, mingled with the scent of pine and cedar trees, makes you glad to be alive. Here We find marsh marigolds: their name tells you where they grow, and what colour they are. Perhaps, right beside them, you may find mountain laurel, a beautiful pink or rose star-shaped flower, characteristic of the north. Tiny dainty violets, mauve and white, grow everywhere, so that you have to watch where you walk, for fear of stepping on some of them. On rocky ground, wild roses grow in pro- fusion, scenting the countryside with their fragrance. Around and about frogs sing, and toads hop among 'the bushes. A shy rabbit scuttles across the path. As yet, there are no

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82 The PORCUPINE QUILL - When the Slip Gets By The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly, You can hunt till you are dizzy, but it some- how will get by. Till the forms are oIT the presses it is strange how still it keeps, It shrinks down in the corner, and it never stirs or peeps That typographical error, too small for human eyes Till the ink is on the paper, when it grows to mountain size: The teacher stares with horror, then he pulls his hair and groans, The copy reader drops her head upon her hands and moans- The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be, But that typographical error is the only thing you see. DOROTHY FRAPPIER, C3 Miss Richards- Have you your Algebra book here, Keith? Keith Powell- No, Miss Richards- No what? Keith- No Algebra book. A4 Mr. Fawcett Ctalking to one of his pupils who had been working for some time in an ofliceb How long have you been working, Clare? Clare- Since they threatened to tire me. PF ale ,lf Francis italking about Pat?-What I ad- mire her for most is her exquisite taste in per- fumery. Anne-I see you let yourself be led by the nose. gr :lf Employer fafter dictating a letter to his stenographer, who had been typing rapidlyif All right, Miss McGrath, please read the let- ter back to me. Orva ttalking in a frightened voice?- Please sir, would you mind dictating that letter over again. Employer Ctaking his feet off the desk and biting his cigar in half in his angerl- Wlhy on earth do you want me to dictate it over again. 'Orva Qbursting into tears?-Oh, please sir, I forgot to put paper into my typewriter. Latin Teacher- What is an octopus? Jack Dewar- Please, please, I can tell, it's an eight-sided cat. Hanc hasta haec for Missus Est to his ante Bella for sum lux. A dum CLLI' nox the puer fallo on his nec. A fui,' mons Hanc for his nos is ntun and he is viri and sic. Leslie Thomson had received a bonus mark for his Latin sight translation. Said Mc- Kenna, Shouldn't that word be bonum -- a good thing? Oh, no! replied Leslie, for who ever heard of declining a bonus? Portrait of Our Pup Teddy, Teddy, rough and ready, Always bad, but always steady, Knows no manners, heeds no scorn, Has been loved since he was born. When he's bathed he takes a chill, And runs around as though he were ill, Bares his teeth when he tries to smile, Which makes the children run a mile, He barks when angered, and runs when scared, And accepts a iight whenever he's daredg He likes to chew shoes and tear boys' pants, And whenever he does it, they caper and dance. He has a large voice for such a small dog, And while eating his meals he's a bit of a hog, The teachers all love him, Cof this there's some doubtb, For when they are passing he puts them to rout. He has many ldog friends, some good and some bad, When he's wearing his dog-coat they call him a cadg As for cats, he hates them with all his might, And whenever he sees one he puts it to night. All things considered, he a bit of a, pest, But of all little puppies, we love him the best. I-IERBIE LANG-DON