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

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Can You Imagine Rosie Renaud not chewing gum ? Walter Podolsky doing any work? Vernal German with straight hair? George Patillo talking to a girl? Margaret Mears as an “Oomph” girl? Doug Shields causing a commotion? George Slobadanuck not talking? Forbes Thompson answering English questions ? Ernest Musgrave as a soprano? Barbara Kelly not talking? Dorothy Chandler winking? John Kerr without his camera? Ross Walton on a diet? Mr. Swanson with a new joke? Fraser Houston without gaudy socks? Robert (Slapsy) Maxwell as Robert Taylor ? Jeannette Jackson without Philip Mor¬ ris? Emerson Williams without Claribelle? Ronnie Doidge commended for punctu¬ ality ? Jo-Anne Carr as a red-head? Milton Featherstone as a ballet dancer ? Method Janick as a jitter-bug? FROM A PUPIL Mr. Hugill dear, please stay and hear What I am going to tell. What my opinion is this year Of your electric bell. The circuit’s closed, the current flows, The coil it magnetizes. The bell, it rings—no whistle blows; What! No end to earth’s surprises? Just now Miss Tunks is concentrating On a creature called index; Perhaps a thorough fumigating Woud cure that lousy X! Around the World in Eighty Days, It should be heavenly. But after forty minutes, No, I can’t agree. Now teachers, please don’t punish me. Just laugh, don’t take off marks. But then you wouldn’t punish me, For your bites aren’t as bad as your barks, I hope. MARGARET VAIL, 12A. 12A FORM NEWS Claire Bennett— She’s tall and kinda thin; She can giggle and make you grin. Jim McCubbrey— Here comes Jim with his wobbly gait; He never hurries - but he’s never late. Dorothy Vanstone— She wouldn’t be good if she could, And she couldn’t be good if she would. Virginia Langlois— Her life is like a story-book with a new hero in every chapter. Mary Jane Harvey— The only way she can keep a secret is in circulation. Betty Gray— Good goods in a small package. Ruth Font— When she has nothing else in the even¬ ings, she studies. Marian Seaton— Marian, we are here to say, Will really be someone, some day. Doug. McGrath— He’s always feeling at his best When he can be the constant pest. Herbert Todgham— Has both hands on the wheel, His eye on the road to success. Joyce Whipple— She keeps early hours . . . The wee, small ones. Russel Kinghorn— God bless the man who invented sleep. Mr. Bunt told Betty Gray that a faint heart never won a man, but it did in Betty’s case. Mr. Robb, one of the in¬ spectors, thought Betty a very shy—but delightful and clever—blushing maiden, when he questioned her in the Physics class. All the girls now want to know her technique. Miss McLaren: “The world belongs to the energetic.” Jack Woodrow: “Who wants the world anyway?” Page Fifty-one

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BLUE AND WHITE ifnurth jFornt l 2C’s Contribution to Walkerville’s Realm of Sport Senior Soccer: A1 Scorgie, Gord Chambers. Mr. Klinck’s Senior Soccer Team set our sports year off well by reaching the city finals, losing unfortunately to Vocational Rough Riders. Our Soccer team defeated a C.I.L. team two games out of three in exhibition matches. Senior Rugby: Wilson Montrose, Norm Crapper, Max Koval, Ed. Lowther. Our Senior Rugby Team had rather a poor season this year despite lots of fight on the part of the fellows and good coaching under Mr. Allison. They did, however, manage to lick the league¬ leading Vocational Team in their final game. Junior Rugby: Bob Mitchell. Our Junior Rugby Team under the capable coaching of Mr. Bunt played a good brand of football, and were defeat¬ ed in the City Finals by the Kennedy Clippers only after a bitter struggle. Senior Basketball: A1 Scorgie. Mr. Allison had another fighting team but they were doomed to failure. They won some games but not enough to win the championship Walkerville craves. Junior Basketball: Pete Ferlick. Mr. Young’s Junior Team played bas¬ ketball and played well but unfortunate¬ ly they ran into tough opposition. They, too, are out of the running but only af¬ ter a stiff fight. Senior Hockey: Gord Chambers, Howie Giles. ’ Mr. Bunt sent another team to the City Finals. This team played excellent hockey and went under only after giv¬ ing the irresistible Purple Raiders some real competition in a total-goal series. Song Dedications of 12D Rosalind Renaud: “Chew, Chew Your Bubble Gum”. Jeannette Jackson: “I’m Just Wild about Harry”. Method Janik: “Dreamer’s Waltz”. Vernal German: “Prelude in C Minor Milton Featherstone: “Ain’t ’Cha com¬ ing Out?” Dot Chandler: “I Must Have One More Kiss”. Ron Doidge: “Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning.” Cam Myers: “Cuban Boogie Woogie”. Cam Evans: “Conn’s Clothes”. Ross Walton: “Beer Barrel Polka”. Don Munroe: “Little Brown Jug”. Evelyn Wyeth: “Oh, Johnny.” Judith Davies: “Jumpin’ Jive”. Ed. Cooke: “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There”. “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” Bill Feath- stone. “If I Knew Then” Albert Schalgo. “Ma! He’s Making Eyes at Me” Kath¬ leen Jenkins. “I’ve Got My Eyes on You” Mr. Klinck. Philosophy of 1‘2A The more you study, the more you know. The more you know, the more you car forget. The more you can forget, the more you do forget. The more you do forget, the less you know. So—why study? Stranger Than Fiction Sybil Watts with no homework done. Bob Bennett getting into trouble. Rita Mayes not at a Senior Hockey game. Shirley Southerst behaving herself Jack Panabaker not wearing eye-fillm? socks. Mr. Burr saying “There’ll be no home¬ work for to-morrow’s class.” Rc W. V( Gc Mi D( Gt Fc Ei Ba IX Jo R( Mi Fr R( Je Ei R Jo M M M W W Oi T1 T! T1 W Ji Oi P( w A It B N N -Ji B F Page Fifty

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BLUE AND WHITE Clnrit Jurat XID GOSSIP What is more interesting than to ac¬ company the XID class around for one day and ' see the many interesting things that we see? One never fails to see Jane M. talking to two young men in front of Mr. Fletcher’s room every morning. It is a thrill to sit and listen to Nellie S. and Mr. Fletcher in a debate about some geometry question or to see Alan Wea- therhead jump when Miss Robbins ex¬ claims “Levez-vous”! Where does War¬ ren S. get those preposterous answers that he gives to Mr. Swanson in the chemistry class? We all wonder how Margaret H. can get fifty out of fifty in her chemistry test. Mary B. seems to be enjoying the Latin class much more since she has been moved into her pres¬ ent position. It is a sight for sore eyes when Stan B. walks into the classroom with one of his dazzling, yellow striped ties. What other class in the school can bring forth such a miscellaneous crowd as XID? MAC HAWKINS. Eleven D We, the pupils of eleven D, Are just as good as we can be; Although we always have lots of fun, We usually have our homework done. The teachers never yell at us, Because we never make a fuss, That we are clever we’ll have to admit, But we don’t like to boast of it. Mr. Malania reads us Socrates, A play that tells us about Ancient Greece; And he is very anxious that we Use the English language properly. From Miss McLaren we learn Ancient History Which, to most of us, is all a mystery. We learn what the republic of Rome used to be Way back in 509 B.C. We take extra Latin from Miss McGrath, And Mr. Allison teaches extra Math. From Mr. Swanson we learn Chemistry, And Mr. Fletcher teaches Geometry. We don’t know if school does us any good, But the way we study it certainly should. We try our best to be good students, But sometimes school is just a nuisance. And all of us think that it is cruel To make us do homework after school But we notice the teachers never try To omit our homework ... we wonder why? MARIE PARTRIDGE, IID SCHOOL LIFE Dashing footsteps here and there, Books so jumbled: do you care? Classes start at nine you know, Don’t delay, must hurry so Tidy up and answer call, Then dash straight across the hall. Noon has already come to pass. Time for dashing out of class! Bits of bread and bits of cake Gobbled down with quick intake. Hear the footsteps outside the door, Ah, it is time for classes more! Tic, tic, tock; the time goes fast, Four o’clock has come at last. Stumbling, tripping, gathering books, Taking coats from off their hooks. Oh yes, school life is what we need— For knowledge is a friend indeed! SYLVIA SCHERBANK, 11F — « An Ode to XID I hope that I shall never see A class as smart as XID. We study hard and work all day, And for this job receive no pay. Our homework you’ll find is always done, But this can’t prevent us from having fun. There never is a pupil late, Our work is always up-to-date. All our pupils are clean and neat, To meet these students is sure a treat They’re the smartest class in Walker- ville High, Pity the one who dares deny! RUTH RAWLING. Page Fifty-two