University of Toronto Schools - Twig Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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U Q' qi' QQ,-41 'E' ' -:T M may 0 ,192 fy never-to-be-forgotten thrill of trying to eat sour stew and glutinous gravy, amidst the music of crashing bottles, bursting bags and tinkling Cutlery, while remnants of defunct lunches, dexterouslyhurled by Fifth Form morons, zcom overhead in their clothes-wrecking flight. About half way through this so-called meal, a surly varlet snatches your tray and rushes off into the labyrinthine depths beyond the counter. You get up and wander disconsolately out and so another lunch hour passes. A space and time saving reform, which any right-thinking l'.T.S. boy should welcome heartily, would be the complete banishing and deposition of all students tthis does not mean scholars, needless to sayl in the cafeteria. The introduction of a magazine stand containing only selected literature would bring l'ack many of the straying flock from the Owl and would provide interesting and amusing reading to while away the passing hour. All True Love, detective, or western stories would be barred, but an adequate supply of judge, Life, etc., would be kept on hand. There might even be an occasional movie magazine or amazing story to sustain the interest of Five. Another crying need is a board of skilled orthographers to correct our menu board. just think of the hundreds of likely lads who have Hunked their spelling all because of that ever-present tomatoe or potatoe and the promis- ing young men whose careers have been blighted by the indiscreet use of rasin . sausager or vermacilli . There are many other glaring wrongs to be righted but space forbids their mention and so Hoping for the best, I remain, contumeliously yours, ITzt'L BEN I'T,-X5-IIID. 97

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l Y7. ETTE ff The l ie ll Win JIUR . 4 W T xfxl- I if Dear Mr. Editor 2- - As I sit here in the study-room, the fateful hour draws nigh when once more I shall undergo the nerve-wracking torture and gastronomic discomfort which go hand in hand with a meal in the cafeteria. Through straitened circumstances, l cannot afford to dine in luxurious ease amid the restful surroundings and home-like atmosphere of the Owl tadyt.l, but needs must jostle my way through throngs of females and portly professors, precariously manoeuyring oyer-lmalancecl trays. And when at last you reach the mystic hoard, what of it? It's only the same old menu that's been there for years, ever since you came to the school. There's no difference at all, except for the roast pork of yesterday that has shifted mysteriously in the night down to the yeal loaf of to-day, and which may drop to-morrow to, who knows, salishury steak, shep- herd's pie, or eyen hot chicken sandwich, till eventually, a scarred and weakened yeteran, it is ruhhed right off the hoard. Xihile the lvuxom lass who guards the steaming: stew eyes you coldly, you rashly place an order, little recking what the future holds in store for you. Then, after a few minutes delay while some 3-Aer looks for his nickel, deftly rolled under the counter, you come forth, hearing you know not what upon your tray. At every talwle you are greeted lvy cries of No room here, thirteen here already, while thoughtless students lounge four or five at a table, with purses, wraps and papers occupying valuahle seating space beside them. :Xml when at last you are seated, ah thenl, the Wi

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