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

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T H E T W I G N We can't forget our good Prefect, I A worthy man is he- ' ' 4 Assisting, when he's needed most, ' 1 l To run the great IB. i , 'f xx- wr. i' We must not leave our Artists out: slllll 2: 9 N. I Although they be but few, f1,'12,, T 'E :' f They are much famed and far renown'd WH' I R A 4 For drawings that they do. 1 Q A 2 Luumey I Form Captain: R. Priestman Prefect: V. Sainsbury Athletic Representative: K. Rotenberg. Form Reporter: Lyons Bob Priestman, our red-headed form cap- tain, has shown no signs of losing his temper yet. l-le has proven that under the velvet glove there is an iron-hand. He has a will that cannot be deterred and, when he says something is to be done, it must be done- no answering back. Van Sainsbury, our prefect, has not had much chance to show his prowess at pre- fectingn but he fits the job perfectly. I-Ii-s snapping right hand comes into action as soon as something unpleasant happens. Van is a great sportsman, ready for all types of athletic activity. Ken Rotenberg, the able sports-represen- tative of IB, is somewhat of a scholar as well as a versatile sportsman. He is full of fun, and ready to be of use to everyone. Ken is an all-round man about town and l wouldn't be surprised if We were to hear a lot of Kenneth Rotenberg in the future. Oh, IB is a mighty Form, Containing many boys With swift and shrewd and sharpest wit, And, perchance, much of noise. We have a captain in our form, Who leads us in the strife Of Latin, French and Algebra, And all of our school life. So now you see why we do say, That IB leads the school ln honours, sports, and everything, According to the rule. Vvhat would happen? ? Q ? ? 3 If jones answered every question right If Boehme had a solemn face If I-larry didn't stand first If Sainsbury clidn't win something at Field Day If l-lowson lost a few pounds If lVlr. lrwin didn't warn us of tests lf Dobson knew his Latin If lVlr. Daniher didn't tell us about his ancestors If Aykroyd didn't have his feet out in the aisle If Clark didn't engage in some argument or other If Lamb grew a few inches If Steel got his arithmetic right If Gladney didn't know his history . . . JUST WHAT WOULD HAPPEN? Anderson fto Steellz What would you do if you had 55.00 in your pocket now? Steel: l'd look closely to see whether I had my own pants on. Traffic Cop: Now, Miss, what gear were you in at the time of the accident? Quiet Miss: Oh, l had on a black beret, tan shoes and a tweed sports dress.

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THE T WI G Fairy Gold RICHARD HOLDEN Among our family traditions is a humor- ous tale about an early Scotch ancestor of mine who settled in Lanark County under lVlcNab. This ancestor, McGregor by name, was rather addicted to drink and, returning one evening through the forest from a soaking as he put it, he fell asleep by the road. Meanwhile, at the settlement, his sweet- heart Ellen was besieged by another suitor, this one the young lVlcNab. Ellen, having money, had failed to pay the tax, and young lVlcNab was offering some money to let her pay her tax and to permit him to win a high place in her favour. ln a fit of rage Ellen seized the bag of gold and threw it out the window. lVlcC-regor was dreaming-dreaming of the bag of Fairy Gold. He imagined himself to add another word to the Fairy Song and in his dream he shouted it out. He still slept. Gradually the effects of the liquor wore off and he awoke. Suddenly he started, for there in front of him lay a gold piece. A little farther on another, and then! There lay a bag of gold! His dream was true. He picked it up, and running into the vil- lage offered it to Ellen, saying the Fairies had brought it to him. She accepted it, little thinking it was lVlcNab's gold. A little later lVlcCregor was married to Ellen and they lived to a ripe old age on their bag of Fairy Gold. Refreshing PETER H. AYKROYD This summer while exploring a creek which takes the flow of water from the lake upon which we camp, my father, brother, and l came upon natural falls dropping eight feet over limestone. Set back from the stream was an old squatter's cabin appar- ently long since deserted. After exploring this for a time dad made the suggestion that We should get into our bathing suits and get under the falls. Before long we were all struggling toward the drop of the falls. l anticipated being bowled over and swirled away by the current but as my hold on the rock was secure l did not budge. The sensation of tons of water being hurled over you, and the distinct roar of the current are unbelievable. lt made me feel as cool and refreshing as the proverbial cucumber. l saw through the foam a small alcove in the rock and, taking a deep breath, l ploughed through the foam and crawled into the small cave. There was not sufficient air for me to stay, but the brief space of time l was enclosed l shall never forget. Through the gurgling water l caught a glimpse of the sun sparkling on the foam-flecked stream, and the damp trickle of water on my back was the finest feeling imaginable. l burst into the open again to find my father looking for me down the stream in the swirling eddies that twisted over the rocks. His pleasure in finding me safe was per- haps as great as my pleasure during the short time l was in those eddies. W -fXf-R-Q :GV V- Moffat

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THE TWIG We like the easier, conversational method of learning Geography, as pre- sented in a recent journal: Waitress: Hawaii, Gentlemen. You must be Hungary. First Customer: Yes, Siam, and we can't Rumania long, either. Venice lunch ready? Waitress: I'll Russia to a table. What will you Havana? Second Customer: Anything at all, but can't Jamaica little speed? Waitress: ul don't think we can Fiji that fast, but Alaska. First Customer: Never mind asking any- one. Just put a Cuba sugar in our java. Waitress: Sweden it yourself. l'm only here to Serviaf' Second Customer: Denmark our bill and call the Bosphorus. l-le'll probably Kenya. I don't Bolivia know who l am. Waitress: No, and l don't Carribean. You fellows sure Armenia. Boss: Samoa your wisecracks, is it? What's got india? You think maybe this arguing Alps business? Both Customers: Canada noise. Spain in de neck. We Moscow now. 07 21, -3 'iii A -K so Movmg Van Sin.-sbuv-Y zum! im ,.m Lost.-7 swims-Poor reward for our hard work in P. T. ln Algebra said Prof. Lougheed, a+b doesn't equal c. In other words, he con- tinued, oranges and lemons don't make grapefruit salad. fi 1' -Ji is was -T Ei ,T W ' If ' SP0 Rf, ,f .f 1 T Q, HoNouP.s ,.f f v G. LEWIS Mr. Irwin: Now, jones, name three fruits grown in England. Jones Cafter thinking cleeplyl: Melons, Cabbages, Bananas. Folks, said the coloured Minister, the subject of my sermon dis evenin' am 'Liars.' l-low many in de congregation has done read the 69th Chapter of Matthew? Nearly every hand in the audience was raised immediately. Dat's right, said His Reverence. You is just cle folks l want to preach to. Dere is no 69th Chapter of Matthew! -4 De chicken am a useful beast, The little Darkie said. You can eat him 'fore he comes alive, Or after he am dead! A silly young fisher named Fisher, Once fished from the edge of a fissure: A fish with a grin, Pulled the fisherman ing Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher. 98