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

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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

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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 Well, I should like to say a few words about this. Thinking is a great art. One must know how to think. If you attack a pro¬ blem intelligently, nine times out of ten you will find its solution. All subjects we take at our school teach us how to think for ourselves. We have no time to lose. Our road of life is only so long; we cannot turn back. Once we cross the barrier of youth there is nothing we can do about it. We simply must go on. So, now, when our power of learning is at its best and our fathers are still willing to pay the bills, we should work hard at our lessons. To me school means everything. To some of us, school is a sort of prison. Well, all right, let it be a prison. Finish your five year sentence and then, who knows, maybe you will be one of the greatest persons of our time. Even if education fails to give you that wonderful position you are plan¬ ning to get, do not worry; it will pay for itself. The dictionary says that ed¬ ucation is strengthenng of the powers of body or mind. So, it is. High School is one of the best remedies for weak minds. It gives us better understanding of the world, so that we can enjoy things thoroughly and find that “beauty is a joy forever”. A. P. II-B England at War In England to-day, there is no .fev¬ erish excitement or panic, but people go about their business as if nothing has been going on. The people themselves have not changed, but England has. Buildings have been sandbagged, win¬ dows broken, and bomb craters scatter¬ ed here and there, and houses blown down by the blast of bombs. Many men have given up jobs to enlist in the Air¬ raid Precaution, commonly known as the A. R. P. The men can enlist in its numerous branches such as the Auxil¬ iary Fire Service, as air-raid wardens, and for the women there is the casualty nurses corps. The Government took steps to pro¬ vide for the safety of children by organ¬ izing an evacuation. There were two ev¬ acuations. The first was not a success, but the second, which was several months later, seemed to be better. The children were taken into the country where they were billeted among the townsfolk. This was a great idea, but many of the children got homesick. The government provided for those who earned under 5 pounds a week by giv¬ ing them air-raid shelters free. The shelters were made of galvanized iron and afforded good protection. Air-raids were then becoming more numerous, though they were really few as compared with the number to-day. When an air-raid siren went off there would be no panic or terror, but people would go calmly to the shelters. On one occasion there was great excitement when a ’plane came zooming out of a cloud and was promptly shot down. Many people said it was a German, but later it was officially announced it was a British ’plane shot down by mistake. For protection parks have been turn¬ ed into anti-aircraft batteries or search¬ light and detecting emplacements. As there was a menace from German para¬ chutists an armv of civilians was organ¬ ized to combat this. Each man was given an army uniform and a rifle and so ano¬ ther step was taken to protect the Brit¬ ish people. In the parks also, public air¬ raid shelters have been ercted so that people who are caught out in an air¬ raid or who are without shelter, may go in there. The British morale is beyond words, as they spend most of the day in air¬ raid shelters without a word of com¬ plaint. I think that every British sub¬ ject should do his part in the war, for over there they are fighting for us and for democracy. Noel Carew, 9-C. Page Thirty