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

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BLUE AND WHITE no—I hadn’t counted on Mr. Ball. Never was I to feel perfectly at ease in that Geometry class. Fair? You could never ask for a fairer teacher than Mr. Ball; but he did make us quake. Then came French, which has al¬ ways been one of my favourite subjects. Formerly, I had had a simply perfect French teacher whose only fault was that his temper was not very sweet. Now I was to have a perfect French teacher whose temper was as sweet as she was. I had to take a dose of Algebra three times a week. It was bitter stuff which I never could digest. I felt low that first day. I wasn’t al¬ lowed to feel that way very long. Every one of my teachers, knowing that I was a stranger, immediately went out of his or her way to make me feel at home. They made me feel as though I were really wanted—as though they enjoyed teaching me. The victory was complete, my heart belongs to Walkerville. And to those teachers who helped smooth the rough path of my first year at Walker¬ ville, I wish to say “Thank You”. Page Twenty-eight

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BLUE AND WHITE make, I hate to leave; and so it was that I felt wretched. At the end of the first period on the second day, Mr. McNaughton assigned me to 3A. A boy took me to the door and left me there. With my heart in my throat and my stomach in my shoes, I knocked at the door which was opened ly the teacher. Miss McLaren (for she was my teacher) took me into the class where David Copperfield was being read. Oh, how miserable I felt! My misery was, however, greatly lessened by my teacher. Very kindly she gave me a list of the school rules and told me to make a copy of the timetable. When the bell rang, Miss McLaren introduced me to the girl who has been my Walkerville companion ever since—Joyce Dunn. History was next on my day’s sche¬ dule. I followed in line like a lost sheep and entered Miss Brown’s room. Since Canadian History has never been one of my strong points, I couldn’t be ex¬ pected to be keenly interested. All at once, before I had had time to lose all my interest. Miss Brown exclaimed, “Why, Dorothy, you’ve grown fat over the summer!” What on earth had I walked into? Chemistry came next, but there was nothing unusual there. Then came noon hour. 0, how happy I was! One-fifteen came all too soon, and the torture had to be renewed. First on the bill of fare was Latin. The teacher certainly was a live-wire; he believed in starting right away. After sending some students to the board, Mr. White began his march around the room while he hummed “I Love You Truly”. What kind of school was this anyway? To do Mr. White justice, I must say that he had very recently been married. The bell rang. Ah! at last I was to get something I liked—Geometry. But

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BLUE AND WHITE Walkerville, to me, seems like a very happy family. Mr. McNaughton is our loving, helpful father, whose place Mr. Ball is so ably filling while Mrs. Mc¬ Naughton is unable to be “home”. We, the students, are all sisters and broth¬ ers, learning to live together in harm¬ ony. Our teachers are our older brothers and sisters willing, yes eager, to help us with every problem that confronts us. No one could hope for a finer, a nobler, a more beautiful start on the road of life than that start which Walkerville gives to all her students. You receive us Tenderly, lovingly; You nurture us Kindly, brotherly. You send us out On the road of life Prepared to combat Sin and strife. You truly are To each student a friend Who will go with each of us Right to the end. Ruth A. Fornataro An Encouraging Word We hear a great deal about educat¬ ion, from both our teachers and par¬ ents; but do we ever stop to think what it really means to us? Many times I have heard such statements as this: “Oh! where in the world shall I use my Ancient History or Latin, for instance?” Page Twenty-nine