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

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blue and white A Basketball Game The whistle is blown, the players are tense The people cheer and crowd up to the fence Their eager faces all straining to see Walkerville making the other team flee. Dashing and bounding along the flooi. The ball goes flying as the crowd gives £L The curved sphere goes gliding up in the air . And comes down in the basket tin men to spare! Now Rose is running along the side. His great husky shoulders the ball seem to hide; , , , He passes to Camlis, running down fast, His face determined as an iron-made cast. Camlis reaches the basket and turns like 3 CEitj And the ball is shot forward as if hit by a bat! It teeters and totters on the very thin rim - , J And then slowly and unwillingly drops right in. Thatcher and Musgrave and others take part, And play for Walkerville right from the heart, Until the winning basket is scored. And Walkerville’s victory is chalked on the board. The sweat-caked victors rush off for the show T er, And return as fresh as a morning flower, Picturing the WOSSA cup drawing m sight— Their hopes and ours at a very great height. JQE TOMSICH, XI-F. Confucius say: “Laugh and the class laughs with you, but you serve the detention alone.” What Kind of an Age Are We Living In? Imagine skating on the same ice year after year! Well, believe it or not, a new substance called Iceolite has been inven¬ ted that when melted and poured an inch thick on a floor, will harden into a smooth surface so durable that it will last for years. It has been tested at Tol¬ edo, Ohio, by professional skaters and they state that it is as fast as natural ice. The girls think it amazing that silk stockings are made from rayon; I wonder what they will think if they start wearing stockings made from Ny¬ lon, a plastic, comprised of coal, air and water. This substance is more elast¬ ic than any natural fibre and will knit into sheer, elastic stockings. This pro¬ duct can be fashioned into lustrous fila¬ ments as fine as a spider’s web, yet said to be as strong as steel of the same dia¬ meter. The ordinary conception of water is that it is wet, but water can be made wetter bv adding a few drops of a new alcohol. It instantly soaks anything it touches. The new alcohol is made from waste gas and was developed by the Mellon Institution. This is truly an odd age in which we are living. In Sweden an appendectomy can be had for only five dollars, includ¬ ing hospital care. If it is cancer or a contagious disease, treatment is free. There are all kinds of beaches in the world. At Palanga, a Lithuanian coast resort seven hundred years old, there is one of the safest sandy beaches of the Baltic. You can wade out ninety feet on the sandy ocean floor before the water reaches your knees. It is a paradise for children’s play. Surprise! Around the lakes ot Killar- ney, in Ireland, grow cedars of Lebanon, the Mediterranean strawberry tree, found nowhere else in the British Isles, wild fuchsia, arbutus, the scented orch¬ id, and other plants common to Spain and Asia Minor. MURIEL WHALLEY. Page Twenty-two

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BLUE AND WHITE line succeeded in dethroning Prince Se¬ lim, and having Mustapha crowned. This angered a certain faction of Turks. They stormed the harem to murder Musta¬ pha and replace Selim. Meanwhile Mus- tapha’s mother was rushing assassins to slay both Selim and Hahmoud. Mah¬ moud escaped by way of the roof but Selim and Mustapha were killed. At last Aimee had command. Now the Hah¬ moud was Sultan she became his en¬ tire ministry. Because Aimee was French, Mahmoud threw all his political weight towards France in that counrty’s wars against the rest of Europe. French officers train¬ ed his army. French seamen manned his warships. French gunners drove off the British fleet from Constantinople. French fashions, French schools, the French language displaced existing Tur¬ kish ones. i This curious stiuation lasted until 1 1809. Then suddenly the dramatic news 1 came from Paris. Napoleon had divorced 3 Josephine! 0 Aimee became resentful. Napoleon would pay for this. Aimee had been a s secret ally who gloried in his glory. • ' Well, that was ended. All she had done d for him she would now do against him, r and revenge her cousin. In 1812 she e perceived, with a far-seeing vision that was inspired, that her opportunity to •e strike was at hand, al For some months Russia had been at n War with Turkey and had a major part e, of its army in Turkish territory. Nap- r- oleon chose this moment to make his d- celebrated march on Moscow. He offered e Mahmoud extravagant rewards in re- n- turn for even more vigorous action a- an gainst the Russians, is- Mahmoud promised nothing. But the he day Napoleon’s army left Dresden head- ul. ed for Russia, the Sultan signed a sec- ie. ret treaty of peace with the Czar giving er him everything for which he asked. The ng treaty released fifty thousand Russian veterans, who at once started north to ice cut the French lines of communication h e to Paris. : n Battle after battle was fought. Thou¬ sands of men perished on both sides. When at last Napoleon did reach Mos¬ cow, over two-thirds of his forces were gone. Moscow had been deserted and he cap¬ tured the deserted city. He had hardly made himself at home ready to spend the winter preparing for further con¬ quests in the spring when Moscow was set on fire by the Russians themselves. And now came the last, the final blow. On September 30, a messenger reached Napoleon’s headquarters with the dis¬ astrous news that fifty thousand Russ¬ ian holdiers, supposedly in Rumania, had appeared four hundred miles west of Moscow, cut the French supply line, and established themselves on the west bank of the Beresind River waiting. Why had the Turks, apparently his staunchest allies, played so treacherous¬ ly ? He never thought to look to Joseph¬ ine’s cousin Aimee for the answer. Aimee received no public official oth¬ er than her son, but through him she ruled Turkey. If the release of the Russian army w ' as Aimee’s strategy—and who can doubt it?—the move succeeded beyond her wildest hopes. One hundred thousand French sold¬ iers retreated from Moscow. The mer¬ est handful of Napoleon’s followers broke through at Beresina River. Nap¬ oleon himself escaped capture only by a fluke. Aimee—and Josephine—were aveng¬ ed. AMY WILLSON. A Rainy Day Puddles brown, and dripping leaves, Raindrops dancing everywhere, Water gushing over eaves, Bright umbrellas here and there. Diamonds of crystal bright Falling from the moody clouds, Ev’ry one a playful sprite Dropping on unguarded crowds. Suddenly the sun shines through The clouds, now rising high, And there, in all its promise true, Smiles a rainbow in the sky. LOIS JACKSON. Page Twenty-one

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BLUE AND WHITE FINLAND Finland is the land of beauty, Where men and women feel their duty Is to stand for what is right. Even though they have to fight. Gliding swiftly on skis of pine, Through the silent night, sublime, Risking that which all men love, Trusting only in Him above. Some will perish—but not in vain, Freedom, religion, must always reign; People with such high ideals Will ne’er be crushed by foreign heels. Finland, Finland, never flinch, God will help you, inch by inch To drive the invaders from your land, And He, with you, will triumphant stand. ROY MacKAY, 13A. IS IT ALL WORTH WHILE? Is it worthy of the parties That we miss to do our work Thoroughly from day to day, For never do we shirk? Does it leave us with a fortune, Or does it put us in a hole, When we stay up till the morning Just to appease our soul? Bv answering all the questions With which we’re loaded daily? Or is it better just to spend Our time in pleasure gaily? It is worth all the pains we took To do our work as told; When we land a whopper of a job That is worth its weight in gold. JOYCE PARKER, 12B. TO A CHATTERBOX You may always be happy, You may always be gay, But that’s no excuse For your chattering this way. When all others are quiet And working away, You just go on prattling With nothing to say. I’ve seen many a talker And all full of vim, But when you start to chatter You make my head swim. One might call you good-looking, With your dimples and all; Will you open your mouth And expose that pit-fall? Now there’s just one solution For you to apply, To admit that it’s difficult, But it’s well worth a try. When you come to class And are tempted to talk, Put in this potato and You won’t utter a squawk! FRANK PYATT. The Curse of the East Jenkins cursed himself for ever hav¬ ing mentioned the subject to his boss. In the first place he hadn’t wanted to take on the responsibility; and in the second place it was suicide. But as long as mankind continues to exist every human being will have someone above him whose will he must obey. So it was with Jenkins. As head of the arhaeological depart¬ ment of the Royal Geographical Society it was his duty to travel to all parts of the globe at the behest of the editor-in- chief and to bring before the reading public the latest in archaeological en¬ deavour. To have refused to do his ed¬ itor’s bidding would have meant the loss of his job; but yet he was sorely tempt¬ ed to do so. It all started three years before when he had been on an expedition in Egypt. So firmly had he cemented a friendship in the cold hearts of the wandering Eg¬ yptian tribesmen that they had led him to the ancient pyramid of a former king whose influence had been so great that never once, in three thousand years, had his tomb been entered. Legend had it that death was certain to befall all those who attempted to break through into its sacred interior. So greatly did all the tribes of Egypt respect the mem¬ ory of this great king that they saw to it, with brutal efficiency, that any for¬ eigner who once laid eyes on it never went far with the tale on his lips. And so it happened that one short month after he had chanced to mention Page Twenty-three