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

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BLUE AND WHITE Miss Hutchinson, our teacher new, Is the soul of generosity, Why, even for a word or two She’ll give two hundred lines to me. In the Science room lies Charley, A-sprawling on the floor, He took a drink of H20 But ’twas H2S04. We tell our Mr. Trusler That we know our verbs and stuff; But when he gives our papers back, He knows it was a bluff. “Times are good”, said Archie, “For I am working now,” And he wiped the beads of honest sweat From his most ample brow. When Mr. Klinck dreams aloud, His face gets bright and beams, Especially when his subject is Our own dear Junior Hockey teams. Walter Jones. 11 A. In the railway station at Winnipeg, an inebriated man was trying with dif¬ ficulty to get on the train. At last a kind porter helped him on and to his seat. The man beamed his thankfulness. “What shervice, what shervice,” he gloated to his neighbours. “Shimply wonderful. Wher are you going?” The neighbour replied, ‘To Windsor’. The inebriated one was all smiles. “Shimply wonderful service. You’re going to Windsor; I’m going to Vancou¬ ver, and we’re both on the shame train.” FORM NEWS FROM 11F AMBITIONS Jack Skinner—Dry land sailor. Steve Vorshuk—Speaker in the House of Commons. Leonard Burke—Hollywood woman re¬ viewer. George Pitman—Rear admira l of the Air Force. T im Hunter—Fuller brush salesman. Dave Brooks—Miss Hutchinson’s best friend. Dan Kozicar—Store detective in the Dime store. Keith Case—Floor walker. Jim Haurelik—College professor. Bill Grundy—Looking for Juliet. John Zeaman—Inspector of schools. George Smadu—Rudolph Valentino II. Mark Boyd—High pressure salesman. Famous Sayings of Famous People Viola Lowrey—Has anyone got a comb? Bill Grundy—Pass me that homework. Bertha Jean Fletcher—How’s every little thing? Jim Scorgie—Gosh! Do I love it! Evelyn Ross—Let me at him. Mark Boyd—Well, wouldn’t that jar you! Jack Laidlaw—Going to Georges at noon? The class essay was on Kings, and one boy handed in the following: Kings: The most powerful king on earth is “Wor-king.” The laziest king on earth is “Shir-king”. One of the funniest is “Jo-king”. One of the hardest kings on earth is “Thin-king”. One of the thirstiest is “Drin-king”. One of the noisiest is “Tal-king”. B. B. M., 11E. Miss Post to a 9D pupil: “Stand up and describe Italy for me.” Pupil: “It is shaped like a shoe and run by a heel.” Norma Bottle, 9D. Famous Sayings of 11G Teachers Mr. Swanson:— Waken up; there’s no mystery about it. Mr. Malania—There’ll be no boogie-woo¬ gie on that piano. Mr. Forman—I’ll expect everyone Tues¬ day and Thursday after four. Mr. Davies—We’ll give that one another try. Mr. Fletcher—How about doing some work? ( Page Fifty five

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BLUE AND WHITE Jfontt fclrtuui Morning cums it’s then eye riz, Put on my shirt, put on my ty-z, Eat my breakfast then to skool, There too reed the Dayly Drool. Then to awl our classes kreep, Their too ketch up on hour sleep. When the belle rings, with sirpreyse Wee gradually opin up hour I’s. Eric Potter. Comments by two average girl students at a hockey game. Look! One of the players can’t af¬ ford a sweater like the rest; he’s wear¬ ing a white one. Don’t be silly, Cobina, that’s the em¬ pire. He’s the one who serves the ball when the game starts. Hurrah for the fellow in the blue and red sweater. He batted the ball into our cage. That’s another touchdown. They aren ' t touchdowns. They’re called ghouls or something. That mean old empire is putting Johnson in the penal colony for juvenile delinquency, I think. That cute little boy just shot another hole-in-one. There goes a foul ball into the blea¬ chers. Those poor boys must be from some prison; they all have numbers, and there is a wall around the court to keep them in. Don’t you think it’s mean of those boys to bat the ball at that poor boy in the cage. There’s the recess bell and the end of the third inning. Let’s go home. Robin, 11 A. SO YOU WORRY? Breathes there a man with soul so dead Wh never to himself hath said “Woe is me”? How suitable are these words! Could anyone find a more descriptive remark to express utter dejection or complete despair? However, why do you worry? Is worry not a mental obsession only? Do you worry because your father be¬ fore you worried? You do not need to worry; eat and be merry, for tomorrow you may be dead. What! You don’t want to be dead? There you are. You are worrying ab¬ out being dead. How do you know what it is like to be dead? Have you ever been dead? Now do you see how useless wor¬ ry is? The more you worry, the less you do, and the less you do, the more you have to worry about. Get wise, kids. No more worrying. Anyhow it puts wrinkles in your faces, and makes you look like Lionel “Play¬ boy” Barrymore. This hyar piece o’ literature drawn up this day April 2 by a right passable stoodent of 11 A. CHEZ GEORGES Tous les students go to Georges a quatre heures tous les jours except for la classe des officiers. Georges est un pe¬ tit garcon. Flash est just learning to parler Francais. It dit ‘Comment se va?’ which means to him ‘What do you want ?’ Georges has une grande cafe qui est toujours filled avec lazy garcons et lazy filies. Le food of Georges est tres bon. So go a Georges pour un tres bien dejeuner. Georges aussi has un helper s’appelle Happy. Georges est tres crabby du garcons mais, il les aime very much. II ne desire pas avoir the boys and tous les jours Georges kick les students out a cinq heures. 11-A POEM With her brimming glass of water, Miss Brown comes bursting in, But the pupils have their suspicions That it’s a Mickey Finn. Fred proves out all the theorems With much ado and fuss. With all the girls ’round here He’s drawing curves for us. Page Fifty-four

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BLUE AND WHITE Miss Brown—Well!!! Miss Rider—We’ll now try a rhumba step. Miss Saunders—Oh girls, hold the ball this way. Miss McGrath—Get down to work. Flash!! Is it true that Mr. Malania likes boogie woogie? Reliable sources in 11G confirm this report. Gordon Branch— Ambition: To work in J. D. Branch Lumber Co. Idol: Trudy. Favourite Food: Wooden matches. Future: Lumberjack. Thelma Wighton— Ambition: To see Bonnie Scotland. Idol: R. A. F. Airmen. Favourite Food: Scotch Thistles. Future: To marry a Scotchman. Robert Pfeifer: Ambition: To be another Mickey Rooney. Idol: Shirley Temple and Baby Sandy. Favourite Food: Movie Magazines (he eats them up). Future: Sell all newspapers in Windsor. Bob McDonald— Ambition: None. Idol: Bob McDonald, Esq. Favourite Food: Films and Developer. Future: Photographer with Life Maga¬ zine. . Rita O ' Rourke— Ambition: To win Irish Sweepstakes. Idol: St. Patrick. Favourite Food: Shamrocks. Future: Singer of Irish Ballads. Marjorie Fitch— Ambition: To meet Yehudi. Idol: Anything in long pants. Favourite Food: Hot Chili. Future: Chorus Girl. Interesting Facts About Interesting People in 11B. 1. Name; 2. Hobby; 3. Favourite Food 4. Whom I Most Admire; 5. Ambition. 1, Jean Postill; 2, Looking sour; 3, Lem¬ ons ; 4, Ned Sparks; 5, To be a teacher. 1, Jim Howard; 2, Testing lipstick; 3, Wheaties; 4, Ron Doidge; 5, To be able to write as fast as Archie Fletcher 1, Reg Moore; 2, Hitting smaller boys; 3, Raw meat; 4, Bonnie Huson; 5, To beat up Gabby Strickland. 1, Ray Pillon; 2, Trumpet; 3, Noodles; 4, Harry James; 5, To play in the Windsor Symphony. 1, Ben Bradford; 2, Washing Day; 3, Crab apples; 4, Nancy Dayus; 5, To wash Rin Tin Tin. 1, Nancy Dayus; 2, Snubbing French; 3, Caviare; 4, Jack Glendon; 5, Have her father mayor of Windsor. 1, Gordon Smythe; 2, Trout Fishing; 3, Onions; 4, Jim Howard; 5, Join Air Cadets. 1, Bob Yates; 2, Copying homework; 3, Gum; 4, Buck Rogers; 5, Graduate from third form. Jim Howard and Gordon Smythe. We went to school one early morn In a streamliner car with a musical horn; We were going fifty or a little more, When we worked up a little sore. We raised our heads to look about, And at what we saw we raised a shout. The car was in wreckage and broken glass, And we thought with joy “We will miss our class”. So we settled down to wait for a cop, Who sure enough appeared right on the dot. From his Irish smile and sparkling laughter, In jail we thought we’d eat on a silver platter; But we now are sitting in a dark, musty jail Waiting for father to come with the bail. Page Fifty-six 11G.