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

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BLUE AND WHITE thinking of Indians, of all the danger, mystery and glorious adventure that was wrapped up in that arrowhead. Reminiscing, the old sage began to relate various local stories, but the one that interested me was how “Fighting Island” got its name. “It seemed”, began the old man, “that many years ago, prize-fighting was unlawful. In those days young men fought for the honour of being champ¬ ion boxer. Young men stood toe to toe and slugged with bare fists until one man dropped. “Now there were two bronzed sinewy lads who came to these parts about the same time, and each claimed to be the chnmr ion fighter of the world. The one, an Irishman, slightly more massive than the other, challenged anybody to try to battle him with bare fists. The other h-bl°d from Wales and on hearing the challenge quickly accepted. Fight fans thrilled, and in order to avoid a run-in with the law, a ferry-boat was hired, and forty or fifty followers took the two young fighters to an un¬ inhabited island, half-way down the De¬ troit River. Here a ring was set up and the Irishman and the Welshman ham¬ mered each other relantlesslv. The bat¬ tle raged on unendingly and in the fort¬ ieth round the Irishman swung a right from his heels and connected solidly on the head of his opponent. The Welsh lad went down limply and the fight seemed to have ended as quickly as it started. The referee counted to nine, but there was no need to count farther. At the word nine the Welshman leaped into the air and caught the Irishman behind the ear with a clenched fist. Down went the Ir ' sh boy, but de did not stir at the count of nine; he slept soundly. The Welsh lad had won fairly and squarely; he was the unsung champion of the world. For many years after this episode, prize-fights were staged on this island and more than likely some of the great¬ est borers end fighters in history de¬ fended their honour there. Thus it was not without reason that it was named Fighting Island. Ronald Doidge. Junior Basketball (Continued from page 70) him a regular post on the squad. Fd. Sahagian. The very shifty style of playing that Ed. displayed this year made him a hard man to guard and a continual threat to opposing teams. Ed. Brown. Ed’s spirit and fight incited the team to win many games this year. This boy could not complete the season and his absence was greatly felt by the Junior lads. Cord. Hand. Gord was a very reliable alternate this year. We feel sure that next yar he will have a regular berth on the squad. Bob Marshall. Bob was another good substitute who sparked the team. Junior Hockey (Continued from page 72) Bob Daniels, Brock Jones, J ; m Adams, Russel Lalonde. These lads made very reliable alternates, although they didn’t play much they perfected an ingenious bit of team-work which they exhibited between periods while being closelv sup¬ ervised by the team manager, Gabby Strickland. This is how these boys work¬ ed: each leaped on to the ice at the same time with shovel in hand; at a word from Mr. Klinck they were away on a sneedy exhibit ' on of fancy skating and ice-cleaning—that lasted a full five min¬ utes. After this these public idols wear¬ ily wobbled off the ice amid the cheers and shouts of the admiring fans. Con¬ gratulations, fellows. I am being frank when I say the team couldn’t get along without you. What did the skunk say when the wind changed? “It all comes back to me now.” W r hy does a duck walk softly? ’Cause it can’t walk hardly. What was the canary after it fell in¬ to the meat chopper? “Shredded tweet.” Page Eighty-six

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BLUE AND WHITE on everyone makes himself comfortable on the floor. Especially when we have a “squash” we try to encourage new mem¬ bers to come out, but we leave a stand¬ ing invitation to every girl, boy and teacher to attend our meetings at school on Wed., both at 11.45 in room 204 and at 4.00 in room 301. KNITTING Last December it was decided that Wakerville C. I. should have a knitting club. The notice was sent around and the girls responded in true Walkerville fashion. Instead of fifteen or twenty, seventy-five cirls turned out. As a re¬ sult of all this energy on the part of these girls who were willing to give of their free time to help our war effort, we have supplied forty-six pairs of socks, fifteen pairs of mitts, fifteen sweaters and thirty-nine scarves—which, by-the- way, are 72 inches long—and if you don’t think that is a lot of knitting, just try one. All the girls did excellent work. I think, however, special mention should be given Phvllis Martin, who will have to her credit eight pairs of socks and four pairs of mitts. Irene Martin also has completed five pairs of socks and two pairs of mitts. When our knitting went on display last February, Mr. Ball was so delighted with the splendid work that he felt next year the school should buy wool and let our girls knit for the Walkerville boys who are in the army. At present there are mfiny such boys. Next year, with this added incentive, our girls should be even more enthusiastic. If you knit at all, don’t forget the knitting dub at W. C. I. We need vour help. Let’s cheer our Walkerville bovs by showing them that we are willing to help in every way. The Girls’ St. John’s Ambulance Class. In these troubled war times when there is so much strife, there is much need for medical care, on the home front and battle front. That is why the girls formed a St. John’s Ambulance Class in Walkerville C. I. last October. Perhaps they will not be needed, but it is better for them to be prepared even if they never have a chance to use what they have learned. Under the able direction of Miss Ry¬ der, some forty girls every Wed. after¬ noon receive instruction on how to deal with accident cases, including the use of bandages, dressings, tourniquets and artificial respiration. In order to be skill¬ ed the girls must have a background in anatomy, respiration and circulation. At first there were two classes on Monday and Wednesday afternoons, but now these classes have combined. One evening in February the class was privileged in having an excellent les¬ son in bandaging from Mr. Earl Ed¬ wards, who demonstrated bandaging be¬ fore the class with the assistance of Don Kilpatrick and Syd Girdler. For the younger girls there is a Red Cross Home Nursing group under the leadership of our school nurse; this, too, is both interesting and enjoyable. The girls of these classes have given one after 4 period a week to learn to take care of accident patients. Although they may never be called upon to use the information they have received, they have found the course ad¬ vantageous and the knowledge worth while. Dorothy Wilson, 10A. WHAT’S IN A NAME? Th e field where we worked was sur¬ rounded by the thickest bush-land that Essex County could offer. The soil, soft and powdery, felt like lime as my tired hands dug and scraped in quest of pot¬ atoes, Day after day our boring job dragged out, enlightened only by the novel conversations and the picturesque stories of an old man who always set the pace for me and allowed me to rest when I was tired. It was indeed a sur¬ prise when I rammed my hand into the loose earth and struck something sharp and hard, about nine inches under the surface. After much vicious digging, I found it to be an arrowhead. The uni¬ form manner in which the flint was chipped seemed to fascinate my old fell¬ ow-worker and I could tell that he was Page Eighty-five

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BLUE AND WHITE The Scotchman was taking a trip on the train. When the train drew to a stop at the first station, he rushed out of the train and rushed back again. At each station there was the same rush and the same rush back. At last his neighbour became curious and questioned the can¬ ny Scot. The answer was: “My doctor told me that I might die any minute, so I’m buying my ticket from station to station.” Doctor: ‘Waist?” Student: “Oh, about 34 inches.” Doctor: “Chest?” Student: “About 38 inches.” Doctor: “Neck?” Student: “Heck, No!” “Those new people across the street seem very devoted,” said Mrs. Jones wistfully to the newspaper which hid her husband. A rustle of the paper was the only reply she got, but she was used to that. “Every time he goes out he kisses her, and he goes throwing her kisses all the wav down the street. Edward, why don’t YOU do that?” “Me!” snorted Mr. Jones. “I don’t know her.” Historians tell us that women used cosmetics in the Middle Ages. For that matter, women in the middle ages still use them. A bishop had been speaking with some feeling about the use of cosmetics by girls. “The more experience I h ve with Unstick.” he declared warmly, “the more distasteful I find it.” Here’s to the girls—the younger ones, Rut the good die young— And who wants a dead one? Here’s to the girls—the old ones, But the old ones dve— And who wants a dyed one? Why does Hitler wear shoes? Se he can’t see defeat (feet). Three-year-old Nancy’s father had installed a new radio. Nancy listened with rapt attention to everything, mus¬ ic, speeches and station announcements. That night she knelt to say her “Now I lay me - ”. At the end she paused a moment and then said, “Tomorrow night at this same time there will be another prayer”. Willie was a little boy, His face you’ll see no more, For what he thought was H20 Was H2S04. A lady lost her dog last week, And this week she went To her local butcher To price the meat for lent . . . He pointed to a sausage link At which the lady looked, And when she said she’d take it, It wagged right off the hook! BONERS An oasis is a futile spot in a desert. The past tense of ‘I want’ is ‘I got’. Dust is mud with the juice squeezed out. In the United States people are put to death by election. How would you make soft water hard? Freeze it. A monologue is a conversation between two people, such as husband and wife. A stethoscope is a spy-glass for looking into people’s chests with your ears. A pedestrian is one of those people mot¬ orists run over. A grass widow is the wife of a dead veg¬ etarian. A sincere friend is one who says nasty things to your face instead of saying them behind your back. A teacher asked a student to make a sentence or verse with the words “an¬ alyze” and “anatomy” in it. The follow¬ ing was submitted by a precocious stud¬ ent: My analyze over the ocean, My analyze over the sea; Oh, who will go over the ocean And bring back my ana-to-my? Page Eighty-seven