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

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BLUE AND WHITE True Confessions Marion Howard Brown, born in Brock- ville, thinks W. C. I. is the best school in the world, and 11C is a “nice alert class”. She likes to teach History better than English because it’s easier. When asked why it is easier, she said that she ‘•doesn’t know, it just is”. Her favour¬ ite historical character isn’t in our text, but is Queen Elizabeth. Miss Brown’s ambition is to retire on a small farm, which she will furnish with antiques, and on which she will keep dogs, her pet weakness. On this farm she hopes to escape her pet peeve - marking papei s. Good luck, Miss Brown! Frances Elizabeth Tape, born in High- gate, when questioned, demurely con¬ fessed that she “has no ambition”. Holi¬ days are a weakness of her’s, and a pet peeve is “people who forget to bring books to class”. She likes to teach Eng¬ lish, but doesn’t know why; thinks W. C. I. “can’t be beaten”, and 11C is the “tops”. Winston Churchill’s remarkable courage has made him her hero. Gladys Isabel Tunks, born in London, Ontario, has the almost impossible am¬ bition “to create nimble minds”. Prefer- ing Middle School Algebra to Geometry, she states that her favourite Math tea¬ cher is Mr. Ball. “11C is a swell class, and just “tops”, while W. C. I. is “the best school in the province”. She hates to rip out knitting, but loves bridge and horse-back riding. She isn’t alone in her craze for bridge, for even if the other two won’t admit it, they don’t exactly hate it. REMINISCENCES OF 11A Spring is here, The grass has riz; I wonder where The flowers is! (Courtesy of “Archie”) In days like these. Under some tree, Sandy Girdler Asleep you’ll see. Summer is here, The mercury riz; Oh, how hot This school-room is. Out of school We are today, But we’ll be back Another day. (Courtesy of “Chuck”) Autumn is here, We paid the rent; I wonder where The flowers went! (Courtesy of “Sandy”) And what of us, I thought you knew, “Times is really good”, We’re working, too. Winter is here, But our rink isn’t, And when you think It is, it isn’t. No other collegiate Can us beat, For now you know We’ve got steam heat. Robin, 11 A. LATIN The people are dead who spoke it; The people are dead who wrote it; They will die w r ho learn it. Blessed death, they earn it. Yehudi. Two salesmen were bewailing their woes on the train. They simplv could not sell any of their goods. How sad they were! Then another salesman walked in and sat down. He took out his order-book and was soon engrossed in arithmetic. Once in a while the other two salesmen could hear a huge number like 1.000,000 or 3.000,000. As this went on for some time, the twe salesmen became more and more curious and jealous. At last one went to the busy salesmen and asked: “What do vou sell ?” The other nonchal¬ antly replied, “Jelly Beans”. Page Fifty seven

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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.

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BLUE AND WHITE Jfarra (Leu Sad, But True 10A is the craziest class this school has ever known; We giggle, talk, chew peppermints, till out of the door we’re thrown. Jack thinks he has his English book— behold! it is not there, So out of the door he goes once more. Our teacher says “Beware”! When Miss McGrath says “Allistair, tell me the kinds of nouns,” Poor Mr. Leslie tries to guess, and meets her sternest frowns. In Science class we break the glass and hold a festival— If Mr. Young spies us, we don’t like the rest at all! We listen with enraptured looks while Mr. Klinck proceeds To tell us how to thresh the wheat, or mow, or cut the weeds. In Latin book reviews, it seems, dear Edith is so coy— She always manages to get a glance from “that one boy”. Miss Ryder does her level best to teach us charts and maps; It may be we’re not int’rested—n’est-ce- pas, perhaps? A question’s asked—no one replies, the strain begins to tell, Then just as lines are going ’round— we’re “saved by the bell”! Dorothy Woods, 10A. A DAY IN 10A LIFE Math: This class isn’t taking its math seriously. Why this is an “A” class and you should all get 90% - - I smell pep¬ permints ! Delbert: Why, Mr. Fletcher! ENGLISH: Gillie, 500 lines for tomor¬ row. Marilyn, you too. Dorothy, if you have anything to say, please put up your hand. Yvonne: Mr. Forman, you forgot the memory work. LATIN: Now there are only five kinds of nouns to learn. Take out your ex¬ ercise books and see if you can re¬ member what we have already taken. Lois: Miss McGrath, when do I give my Latin report? SCIENCE: How many of you aren’t quite clear about this yet? I thought so. It’s really as easy as falling off a log. George: Mr. Young, how do you know that the first weight will balance the other one? FRENCH: What this school needs is more co-operation. Why, only the oth¬ er day one of the graduates said to me - - etc. Don: Mr. Klinck, who won the last hoc¬ key game? HISTORY: Alva, give all the events con¬ nected with the War of 1812. Alva: - - - - silence. Syd: May I go to my locker? There will be an assembly last period this afternoon. Such absolute peace and quiet in 10A! 10-A’S TEACHERS Little Miss Ryder, our home room teacher Accepts our projects as a second feature. Mr. Forman our new literary light Makes us study that stuffy “Twelfth Night”. Mr. Klinck, so bright and airy, Raises dogs and a pet canary. Mr. Young, so tall and sleepy, Does experiments that make us creepy. Mr. Fletcher never hints That he smells our peppermints. Miss 0. E. Saunders, our peppy dancer, Lectures on Mondays about harmful cancer. Page Fifty-eight