Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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'T 1 ' . 'A ' YV .HX ,I IIC P's .1 .1 - - -1 5. HELEN TXIASON EILEEN lvl. BIOORE ANNA I.. NAYLOR JESSIE I.. PERCY 172 Aslnlnlc Ave., Toronto, Ont. 1096 4th Ave. A , Owen Sound. Ont. 278 Kent St., Lindsay, Ont. 93 Brant Ave., Brantford, Ont. ,Hung fill-IIN xlmll wr lfrr .lflillliflll 71111 l'fllr7'.w1fvl 'V1VIIy flu' HM' fs klllili IIN NIH IIN fllfr, A full f'u1lI1'fl! rf1z'4lI.Q fn lnr rf-HV! .lml -lfll nu lill-ll lfllfllllllf Il 11'rrrl in hrzrllrn nfnifuvx. SIIAKI-ISPICARE. Shf xql11'fr In INV! w1'tli1z'ff. crmf-11 II. I,UNG1 I'Il,LOWY. .11-:AN BI.1f:wr:'r'1'. NIIAKI-ln1'lrLA1t1'l. DOROTHY A. IVIILLS RUTH E. NIUTTON LENA PATTERSON INIARY N. PLUISIINIER 718 Broadview Ave., Toronto, Ont. 211 Idary St., Oshawa, Ont. 407 Pape Ave., Toronto, Ont. 64 High Park Ave., Toronto, Ont. Fufr lu' 1111 Ihy lfnpm Tllrrf is Vlllfhl-7117 fair nur hfllllflifill NIH' ix r:f.v0frf'w, xv lfind, V ,lllllvflfllf with thc mul: hruzzvz ayws .lnrl prrmlrfrnllx hr Ihy liff- in jIlllCf'Illlf1 hui lrllfzxf N0 fllfl, .wi blrxsrdr ll FIIINIPUSIIIIUII. In Irlmxr nrhx ll Nlllliillll' llrx, nwr. Sorllrllzlilfl from ihwr, lllllt IIIlllx'l'S if SHAKESPEAR1-1, RIMUEXHQODI Sii,xKrpsvi:.mr:. hmutiful, Y fmt I-'r:LI.ow. I 1 -- . I ' wydifd' - '-' s-1 ' 1- V 1 - I - .- HELEN E. POINIEROY ELSIE I, TAYLOR AUDREY 1. WEICHEL ROBINA S. WHITE IRR. No. l, Amherstlwurg, Ont. 33 St. John's Rd., Toronto, Ont. IO Allan St., Waterloo, Ont. Dunbarton, Ont. Hriglfl wus lur fufr 11-1111 Sll1Z.ll'N,' Ilrr utr, hrr nmnncrs, nll zrhn mu' I know that ynll lmrc Il ywnllr, zmblr' In hu' uzrnrsl fflff, .lml uw-11.5 nf uvlrnrm' rmrl ylarlmxx llllllll-7'l'1f fl'lll1H'l' The'r0's surh 11 uw-Id nf irmlcrnfss. I.0NljI71'l1.LONV. lwzrirfmts llzuuyh Fwy, and ywnllr A soul as rz-rn IIS I1 mlm. yuu nf-ul rm UU1c'ryr'UCF. tlmuyh Tt'fIi7'I'd. SH.xKR5PuAltr:, Mxssmx Frmixixrz. JEAN E. SHAW EDYTHA VAN DUSEN VEDA A. WERNER ELLA H. WRIGHT 124 Brock St., Sault Ste. lwiarie. Ont. Picton, Ont. Niitchell, Ont. Kenilworth, Ont. Thrrr .whr ll'l'IlI'I'N, hy night und rluy, Gentle' of spvrrh, brrwfifrnl in mimi. Worzls arf msg likr Ihr' wind, llrari nn I1e'rI1'psc1ndsnuI u'1'!l1in her eyes .1 umgir will with rnlnurs guy. IIOMEH. I ui!hfuI frifnds arf hard to find. Sn!! as her rlimr and sunny us her skies. 'l'r1NNY:40N. SHAKr:sPr:AR1f:. BYRON. Pngt' lfighfy

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ln , Nunn' A pmfitfffrffvvvrrvvllf 1' x . A ' ltlhluuuu. uuunum Q , , A 9 -svn 'rononrro Nonmu. SEI-IOOIJYEZIR BOOK Q KINDERGARDEN-PRIMARY HIS is station K.P. announcing from the Normal School away over here in Toronto. Our discus- sion to-day centres around the accomplishments of the Kindergarten-Primary class for school honour and the renown of Toronto Normal School. ln September. thirty-two jolly girls formed the Kinder- garten-Primary unit. resolved to be the best K.P. teachers in the annals of Normal School and through their attain- ments to leave an indelible impression of the class of Nineteen-thirty. ln retrospection let us look over the events of the past year and see wherein we have set a pre- cedent. accomplished the worthwhile and made our year a success, academically and socially. and have assisted in making Toronto Normal School the best in Ontario. Wihen the Literary Society elections were held. Nancy Devitt was elected Recording Secretary. This sets a precedent as the first KP. student on the Literary Executive. Nancy filled her office very capably and is on the Photo- graphy Division ofthe Year Book. Dorothy lfarquaharson was elected Vice-President on the Spring term executive and is enthusing animation and interest into our Literary programs. The Oratorical contest became the centre of our aspirations. and the walls of the cloak-room re-echoed with the inspiring eloquence of embryo orators. Un the day of the final trials a little girl with fair hair and blue dress. in a voice that lS soft and low. held her audience s ellhound with her sub'ect of Canada l . u U P .l Y Q Victor was hers and rreat the re olclnfr among the ranks of the lx.P s. lt was . . 1 in .l as rs' I 1 l their own Dorothy Par uaharson: ln the com JUTITIOII against Hamilton. Dorothy' .- . . l . 1' ' proved her superiority VVltl1 her eloquence and gracious manner. The problem of Internormal Debating became of utmost importance. Great was the controversy on Resolved that the St. Lawrence Waterway should be deepened for ocean-going vessels. Mary Maclntyre a K.P. student. vigorously denounced the proposal. The judges decided to send our Literary President and lVtary Maclntyre to represent the school in Stratford this time supporting the affirmative side. Toronto supporters were elated when the judges decided in favour of our Normal School. The Normal School Spectator said. Mary Maclntyre spoke with her usual self-confidence. Normal School re-echoed with the piercing sounds of a coach's whistle. and the thud of basketball. lt was the elcmination contest for coveted positions on the School teams. After the combats there were five K. P. students selected for the first and second team. On the first team we are proud to announce Mary Plun- mer jumping centre: llelcn Nlason. defence: and Nancy Dcvitt. substitute. The honour and responsibility of bcing tht- Captain of the .lunior School teamwasassigncd to Nlyrtle lirunton. and her line-up included tfonstance tiolpus. another student from our class. ttur live representatives played splendid. valiant games. showing true school spirit and determination. fighting a courageous battle to reverse the score against Stratford. ,Ns the Christmas season advanced along with those appalling tests. the singing of the Christmas tiarols and the frenzy of last minute tlhristmas shopping, an ambitious Dramatic Society staged nightly rehearsals for St-roogt-'s Christmas. Audrey W1-ichel was a very motherly' Nlrs. flratchitt and Kay Cross. .lay Percy and Xlary Nlaclntyre the Cratchitt children. while Nancy Deyitt was the Spirit. Will we ever forget the awkward praise while the Christmas AIR. WHITE pudding was on fire backstage? When the Hamilton rooters came down. Like the wolf on the fold . the TLP. students were not silent. They had a female cheer-leader. Nlary' Nlaclntyre. We strenuously believe in the adage ln union there is strength. if not exactly harmony. We wish here to thank Xlr. tiringan for his timely assistance in way' of a rebuttal yell for Form Y. ln competition for the Literary Society cup the lvindergarten-Primary class have played a leading role. We are aiming to win more points through essay s. stories and cartoons for the Year liook. It is our ambition to see our class name engraved at the top of the cup. Now the year is drawing to a close and it is yy it h heartfelt sinccrit y' we bid you all an affectionate farewell. We. who have worked and played toget her. hav e been both jubilant and discouraged. umst have a class reunion. Think of the enjoy- ment of reliving the joys and sorrows ofthis year. W'e are going out next year to teach the little ones the pleasures and construc- tive work of kindergarten. and the junior students the intricacies of reading. writing and arithmetic. School is no longer the place of rigidly enforced discipline it used to be for it is up to us to enfuse into it the joy of learning. W e have the op- portunity of helping him to adjust himself to his ever-changing environment. ln closing l hope we. of the Kindergarten-Primary' year of 1030 will remember. for the world IH general. and for our sphere of little children: in particular,+ fVftiI'P to the ll'0f'ftl the best llml you lunw' .tml the best wzll come hack lo you. NLXI.

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5 referrer Qnm, Yttl t1 . .1 ... .... .Q A TORONTO Nonmm. scnootv n Boon My HOLIDAYS COME IN INDIA EATING boarding-school for home brings the same excitements 111 every land, but the journey home in India is very different from any Journey 1n Canada. When the day arrives everyone is up with and before the rising- bell. for there are no sleepy-heads the day we start for home after ten months on the hills, for our two months' holiday on the plains. Breakfast is over, and in a surprisingly short time, the bullock carts arrive and our trunks are piled in. The last trunk is delayed because someones trunk refuses to shut. but under abnormal pressure it finally submits and is hurried into the cart which is sent jogging on its way, with only half an hour to go the three miles to the station. We get down to the station just in time to get our tickets and scramble into the open compartments of the train. When we leave the station, we travel along beside a little river which leaps and bounds down the hills between the tall tree-fer11s and the waving bracken. We round a bend, and there above us, towers the Droog, that rugged peak where Tippoo massacred tl1e British soldiers during the Indian Mutiny. I t is like a sentinel watching the plains far below, where the many sacred rivers flow and the queer yet beautiful 'temples stand out everywhere among the palms. As we go down the mountain. we pass through high banks where wild flowers and ferns grow. We lean out the windows at the risk of losing our toppees. which are pith sun hats. and now and again succeed in pulling away a spray of flowers or a bit of bracken. We quickly draw in, when we plunge without warning into one of the fourteen long tunnels, and we hold our handkerchiefs to our faces to keep from choking with smoke. We are just wondering if the tunnel goes on forever when our eyes are blinded with the sunlight. and we look out. We catch our breath as we look down and see far below us the stoney bottom of the great valley. Opposite us a beautiful waterfall plunges straight. down the side of the mountain, like a silver ribbon against the dark back ground. Thus we go, always down, past quiet little stations and noisy larger ones, where vendors of sweet-meats and fruits cry their wares and where we can get every kind of soft drink. As we draw nearer the plains. the air becomes warmer, and the wild forests give place to vast cocoanut groves. where the monkeys chatter and brilliantly coloured parrots wrangle with each other. .lust after the sun has kissed the last blue peak good night and the landscape fades into shadow. we glide smoothly into the first station on the plains. Wie are so excited about getting from one train to another that we do not notice the heat until we are safely in the mail train. The people outside are shoving and pushing. quite forgetful of caste and colour. linglish and lndian find it hard to procure a place on the crowded train. Beggars, ragged. dirty, with unkempt hair, and in all kinds of horrible conditions, go from window to window, and stray dogs get as much in the way as possible. When the train starts we settle down. There are four long leather seats and two upper births in our carriage and a table, a revolving chair, an electric-fan and a light witl1 a green shade com- plete the furnishings. Vile soon have our beds made for the night, but are too excited to sleep soundly. ks we go into a big station the bright lights. the noise of the crowd and the ,general commotion wake us up, and we get out and walk the length of the train in the cool night air. As we pass the place where the natives sleep on the wooden benches. on the floor and on their bundles. we wonder how they can sleep in the open carriages with the noise around them. The next morning we roar into Xladras about eight-thirty and almost before the train has stopped. a mob of sparingly clad coolies are at our door. They take our luggage down the crowded plat- form tothe waiting-room where we leave it with a trusty Anglo- lndian woman. ll 'takes some time to pay ofl' the coolies who argue about how much they should receive. but finally we get rid of them and st-art out to find a conveyance to take us around the great citv. As we make our way across the platform we see crowds of people from all over India. A group of pilgrims pass, who come from the great Himilayas in the IIOI'l'lI. which raise their snow-capped heads high into the azure sky. The pilgrims are visiting the many sacred shrines and temples scattered over lndia, and they seek peace by bathing in the sac1'ed rivers which water the plains. We pass a Page Eighty-one