Walkerville Collegiate Institute - Blue and White Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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blue and white First Row: A. Schalgo, R. Nagorson, P. Ferliek, Miss Tanks, Miss Saunders, J. Jackson, J. Pillon, G. Greenhow. r ... Second Row: J. Purdy, B. White, N. Crapper, J. Fuller, W. Patterson, W. Smith, J. Norris, R. Hutton, F. Hawkesworth. Third Row: M. Koval, P. Greenhow. D. Hand, H. Shotton, W. Hawkesworth, R. Jacobs, A. Forsyth, E. Suttak, L. Wright. The Boys’ Choir This year at Walkerville, a boys’ choir was started under the guiding hand of Miss Saunders. Lack of experience did not keep the boys down. They practised at noon hour, and if you were to stroll by the library you would see Miss Saun¬ ders waving a baton and the gentlemen in the choir straining their vocal chords. They are scheduled to sing in the Music Festival which is held annually at W. C.I.. They also sang at commencement exercises. Their favourite song is: “Jeany With the Light Brown Hair”. Andy Forsyth does the solo work tor the choir. Who knows? There may be a Crosby or an Eddy in the crowd! EDGAR HAMPTON. He: “You sure think you’re good-look¬ ing, don’t you?” . . Nancy C.: “No, but what’s my opinion against that of hundreds of boys? Mr. Carter: “Now, what did you learn from that experiment?” The Average Student: “Those beakers cost 50c.” It takes 10,000 nuts to hold a car to¬ gether, but only one to scatter it all ov¬ er the countryside. 1st Former: “Which is more important, the sun or the moon?” Wise 2nd Former: “The moon, because it shines at night when we need the light’ ’ . Mr. Swanson: “How do you remove air from a flask?” Sharles Spurgeon (all in one breath): “Fill the flask with water, pour the water out, and put the cork in quick. Page Eighteen

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Aimee Dubue de Rivery Aimee Dubue de Rivery. Few people have heard the name; fewer history books contain the name. Aimee Dubue de Rivery was born on a Martinique sugar plantation near the plantation where Josephine Tascher de la Pagerie was born. Both girls were born in 1763. The parents of each were French of pure and noble birth. Aimee’s striking blond beauty was to raise her from a Martin¬ ique sugar plantation to the throne of Turkey. As children the two girls were very good friends. When Aimee was thirteen she was separated from Josephine and sent oif to France to complete her educ¬ ation in a convent at Nantes. For eight years she remained there, prevented from visiting her native island by the wars raging between France and Eng¬ land. But at last, in 1784, when Aimee was twenty-one, now an arrestingly beautiful young woman with pale gold hair, she started for home which she had not seen for so long a time. Aimee did not reach Martinique, nor did she ever see it again. Her ship was set upon by Algerian Corsairs, a fierce race of pirates which inhabited the Med¬ iterranean Sea and eastern Atlantic Ocean. Among the captives Aimee stood out at once; the Co rsair Captain, real¬ izing that he had found a rare prize, de¬ livered her over to the Dey of Algiers himself. The Dey happened to be under great obligation to the Turkish Sultan for money and munitions. In this beautiful Christian captive he saw a chance not only to pay back, but to win for himself new and special favours from the cap¬ ital. So Aimee was taken to the Sultan. The Sultan took one look at her—and his heart stood still. He had a score of wives already, but they were mostly un¬ tutored hour is. This girl could read and write. She had come from the great world. In fact, she was by far the most intelligent wife he had ever had. Aimee immediately became the Sult¬ an ' s favourite, and in due time bore him a blond son. She had long since given up hope of escape, all hope of ever seeing Martin¬ ique and Josephine again. Meanwhile Josephine was having a few adventures of her own. She had married Vicomte de Reauharnois and borne him two children. But during the French Revolution her husband went to the guillotine. Not long after, she marr¬ ied again, this time a wild young genius from Corsica named Napoleon Bona¬ parte, six years her junior. Her husband was winning one military victory after another for France, and as his wife she was receiving honour equally with him. But Aimee found herself even more occupied. Here the question of royal succession had arisen. She and her son Hahmoud, who was the third in line, were becoming involved in deadly intr¬ igues that seemed to be the natural ord¬ er of things in Turkish seraglios. The first and second Princes were sworn en¬ emies. and their respective mothers even more hostile. Each mother tried to pois¬ on her rival’s child, to undermine the other’s influence by fair means or foul. Aimee had the best wits of the three. Consequently she managed to keep her son away from the poison cups being handed around. The Sultan died in 1789, and Prince Selim, the rightful heir, succeeded to the throne. The mother of the second in Page Twenty