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

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y- ik t in Be he k- it fy vt sk DO ke to ed 35 ro¬ ar fe. k :en led years of hard work to compose. He wrote an oratorio “The Mount of Olives” and several smaller works for orchestra and chorus, and over two hundred and fifty songs, only a few of which are sung now. Beethoven’s music is so grand, so firm¬ ly founded upon sound musical laws, so full of great musical skill, that no mus¬ ician of any time can be declared great¬ er. The Viennese people had great re¬ spect for Beethoven and looked upon him as one of the greatest men of the country. He died in 1827, of dropsy, re¬ sulting from a cold. His funeral services were almost as elaborate as those given to kings and emperors. KATHLEEN COX, 13A. A PAGE FROM MY DIARY April 1. This being April fools’ day, I spent most of my time playing jokes on my friends. I changed the labels on the tins of vegetables and fruit. Dessert doesn’t taste very good when mixed with meat and potatoes. 1 don’t like veg¬ etables for dessert either. Retired early because I didn’t feel well. It must be indigestion. April 2. Felt better this morning and so I dined out (protection). We went out in Deacon’s car at night. We didn’t come home in it. It won’t run on orange juice. P.S. It won’t run! April 3. Today we retrieved Deacon’s car. Necessity is the mother of invent¬ ion, but not this invention. We got 10 cents worth of Joy gas. A thing of beau¬ ty is a joy forever. Well, you can’t have everything! April 4. School was very uninteresting today so w’e had a chalk fight. Tsk! what a mess. White polka dots don’t fit in very well with the colour scheme of our class room. Neither do we now. April 5. Mr. McNaughton requested our presence at one of his frequent but necessary get-togethers. Our marks sure took it on the chin. Gee, I’m glad it’s not near Christmas! Naou son wuz goin’ on thutty, He’d never seed a gurl; But jest the same I thought he should Give married life a whirl— “But Paw”, he sed, “I don’t know how A man should treat his wife; You know I ain’t seed one o’ them All thro’ ma rustic life”. And bein’ as I wuz his paw, I tried to make it clear That ’wuz as easy as makin’ Moonshine er “Mountain cheer”. “You know the way to treat a hoss, You’ve owned enough of ’em. Well, when you get thet wife o yourn, You treat her jest the same”. My son asorta pondered, Then he to me did say: “I reckon I’ll meander off And git one right away.” So off he went down to the town, And got hisself a spouse Who, considerin’ the odds Did well at cleanin’ house. Two weeks ago she disappeared, But son wuz unconcerned, And when I ast him where she wuz, This is what I learned— “We went awalking t’other day,” He said, and topped a keg, “And while we wuz astrollin’ ’long, Pore thing, she bust her leg.” E. COOKE. Page Thirty-nine

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BLUE AND WHITE Garden. Last Night, with you Running Through My Mind, I Didn’t Know What Time It Was. Would j’a Mind If I Didn’t Care? So Ain’t ’Cha Coming Out When They Begin the Beguine? I’ve Got to Get Some Shuteye., so Goodnight My Beautiful. I’ll See You in My Dreams. Three Sleepy People Helda Leucher, Pat Bordeaux, Muriel Binkly. 10A. A Heart-Breaker How 7 many of the students in Walk- erville Collegiate have ever felt really heart-broken? I do not expect to take a count, but I can guarantee there are at least twenty-four boys and three men in Walkerville Collegiate who have felt heart-broken. These twenty-four boys and three men are the Junior Rugby Team and the three coaches, Mr. Bunt, Mr. O’Brien and Mr. Allison. As a few of you may recall, last fall on a brisk, cool, November day, Walker¬ ville Collegiate Juniors played Kennedy Collegiate Juniors in the City Rugby Fi¬ nals. You, also, might remember that Walkerville was down two points at half time. The coaches were sore at the play¬ ers and the players were sore at them¬ selves for not doing btter. Then the sec¬ ond half started and before long Walk¬ erville had scored a touchdown. This made the score 5 - 2 in favour of Walk¬ erville. I am sure every member on that team had visions of a W.O.S.S.A, cham¬ pionship and all its glory. Every coach must have visioned the honour of coach¬ ing Walkerville to its first W.O.S.S.A. title in Rugby. But owing to a couple of bad breaks and a few ' errors on my part Walkerville lost the game. I shall not explain how it happened, for that does not matter. What does matter is the fact we lost and that twenty-seven hearts were broken. I know beyond a doubt that every sub, every player and every coach experienc¬ ed for a few ' minutes at least, genuine heart-break. There are some, myself in- Page Thirty-eight eluded, whose disappointment lasted longer. And that is why I say twenty, four boys and three men in Walkerville Collegiate have suffered real heart- break. A Downhearted Player. V w at ai ft si Ludwig Van Beethoven Ludwig Van Beethoven was born ii Bonn, a little German city on the Rhine river, in 1770. Beethoven’s father, who w ' as a professional singer, was a drunk¬ ard and often a very cruel man. Had it not been for his mother, who had a vert sweet disposition, Ludwig would have suffered greatly from his father’s harsh severity. His parents were very poor and his father’s sole interest w r as to make money out of him. He forced him to ! practise so hard that the boy soon hated practice, although he loved music. Beethoven could play when he was four and became a composer and a con¬ ductor w ' hen he was thirteen. A year later he earned his first money as assist¬ ant court organist to his teacher, Neefe, When he was seventeen he moved to Vi¬ enna where Mozart, after hearing him said, “He will make a noise in the w ' orld.” He w r as a very earnest student and formed the habit of keeping note-boob in which to jot dowm his ideas. With un¬ tiring patience he w ' orked over and over these notes, and it is said that this habit led to his greatness. Everything he play¬ ed he understood. This enabled him to give the right artistic expression to ev¬ ery measure of music he played. About 1800 Beethoven became totally deaf. His last years were also made mis¬ erable by the disgraceful life of his bro¬ ther’s son, of whom he was guardian. In spite of his deafness he continued to compose. He was a lover of nature and once said, “I love a tree more than a man.” Beethoven W ' rote only nine symphon¬ ies. His Heroic Symphony w r as written for Napoleon, but when he learned Napoleon had declared himself Emperor of France, he destroyed the dedication. His last or Choral Symphony took five l! ft it e S ' h c s u t § r t c i 1 i f i I I

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BLUE AND WHITE “ ‘Treat her like a hoss’, you said, On the day that I fust got ' er— Well, like a hoss she bust her leg, So like a hoss, I shot ’er.” PHILIP MONTGOMERY. PROBLEM You may allow yourself two and three- quarter hours to solve the following problem. There is positively no catch to it. Every fact is relevant and must be considered. If you are exceptionally in¬ telligent you can solve it in five min¬ utes. A train is operated by three men nam¬ ed Smith, Jones and Robinson. They are fireman, brakeman and engineer, but not respectively. On the train are three business men named Smith, Jones and Robinson. Mr. Robinson lives in Detroit. The brakeman lives half-way between Chicago and Detroit. Mr. Jones earns $2,000. per year. Smith beats the fireman at billiards. The brakesman’s nearest neighbour, who is one of the three business men. earns exactly three times as much as the brakeman who earns exactly $1,000. The passenger whose name is the same as the brakeman’s lives in Chicago. Who is the engineer? Who is the fireman? Who is the brakeman? (Answer on page 73) Sacred Love There, yonder by our lovers’ lane, Beneath the clear blue sky, Where nature sings and calls and plays, Where Whip-poor-wills doth cry. There lies in sacred solitude, My love of long past days. There, in the precious dark cold earth, In silent sleep she stays. All through these dreary summer months, I dream of her alone. I see again her face, her form, I hear her haunting tone. Page Forty How soft her lips and mine did meet In long sweet clinging kiss! Those big brown eyes! That sleek black hair! Oh, how my cat I miss! JOE HONG, 12; On Some Hints on Reading The university to-day is not the on source of learning in this age of a treme and rapid progress. The books,i which there is a tremendous and vaii abundance provide, if properly used, vast field from which knowledge of at type or description may be culled. Job: son once said that an educated man n one who knows something about ever thing and everything about anything but to-day, I believe, other things bek equal, an educated man is a well-ra man, who knows something about mo ; things but specializes in one particuli field. To be the master of a subject, an be thoroughly the master of it, comt only from long, intensive training i which reading plays a vital but definit part. Any person who intends to tra: his mind along paths of penetration ' discrimination must, of necessity, buii a fundamental base from which he ca: go forth, looking ever upward, endea ' ouring to better himself, his fellow mar the world, and this fundamental corner stone about which he intends to buit his pyramid of knowledge is an analyt ical, discriminating and sound readiiii practice. The classics in one’s natir tongue are certainly an inspiration t any who wish to think independently fo themselves, for any number of ideas ca: be formulated from a classic and not tk- single idea, prevalent among the fictior ists and lower class writers, that the an thor wishes one to think. Truly, the sc: ence of reading shall be as the Phoeni’ —immortal—for works of merit sha live long after the author’s demise. Tb greatest purpose that a book can full, is to make the reader think logical!: for himself. K. H. EWING, U