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

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norm News GRADE THIRTEEN Beverly Handbridge is Arthur ' s sweetie. To be with him is all-reetie. Dorothy and Margaret, compositions love to write, We wish them success with all our might. Helen Scott has auburn tresses, But a golden heart is what she possesses. Frances Thomson, our little blonde lassie. Is the lucky owner of a classy chassis. Jim R. Bob H. George L, and good old Lyle, Play sporting hockey and win by a mile. Frankie Long, so timid and shy. Despite the fact, he’s a super guy. As for Winnie and Evy—what shall I say. Hmm. they seem to have interests in 13A. Jimmy Zeron, the mad musician. Would play us a tune if we d only listen. And everyone else not mentioned here. As Miss Robbins says, Is a sweet wee dear . Thus ends the tale of 13B. To me the finest class I 11 ‘ » r er see!! Philosphy of Life C. Whelpton : When a student gets too old to set a bad example, he becomes a teacher and starts giving advice. Frank Marchand :AVhile every man has his wife, only the ice man has his pick. X. Morrison: A wedding ring is like a tourniquet—it stops your circulation. Soldier: Shirley who was that man 1 saw you kissing last night? Shirley: What time was it? What A Class! 13B is a wonderful class, Xo one ever seems to pass. We have an actress, Barbara Lees, Who jumps at every man she sees. Also have a guy named Lyle Who plays football in great style. Our young Romeo, right Bell. Has all the girls thinking he ' s swell. Helen Scott, our skating star. Has a smile which sparkles near and far. Ian Wilkie, our sleeping pal. Won’t even open his eyes to look at a gal. John Kurylo’s the little tanker. If he ever catches F,v. he’s going to spank her. Our basketball star, Frank Marchand In name, Will surely end up in a hall of fame. This is the end of this pitiful rhyme. I reallv should be shot for such a crime. IAN WILKIE. 13B Crispin: Where have you been? Marshall: In a phone booth talking to Marilyn but someone wanted to use the phone, so we had to get out. Names I wonder who Marilyn baits? Does Iris burn? Why is Jean little and Jessie bigger? Does Xick grab? Could Mary become a parson? Page Fifty-Seven BARBARA LEES

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I BLUE AND WHITE Things You’ll Never See Jim Zeron reading a comic book. Lois LeFave ignoring Gordon Croft. Sylvia Fedoruk taking orders from a man. Margaret Werte opening another win¬ dow in French. Camille Whelpton coming early to school. Neil Morrison at peace with Hob Spence. Doris Betty McBrayne looking glum. Famous Sayings of Famous Teachers Mr. Green—Y’See ! Mr. Waddell—Listen, people. Mr. Young—I ' ll wrap this right around your head. Miss McLaren—I have a circular from the Department which says-. Mr. Krause—That reminds me of a little story. Mr. Xighswander—Please quiet down to a respectable boiler factory. Nick Grabb (reading an essay to Mr. Fletcher): What is more beautiful to be¬ hold than a pretty girl. Mr. Fletcher: Such grammar — you mean to be held. Mr houj couioyou ? ©! 1 . . or- • Vcf x. ,0(1 Vrc bo lenj -oVyk uou -rtbucd t% CNumoVru. -tacc ij Ci Twn toKcV H. Longmuir: Are you the man who cut my hair last time? Barber: I don ' t think so, sir—I’ve only been here four months. A VIEW INTO THE FUTURE June 5, 1956 There is indeed a large crowd at Broth¬ er Ord ' s “Marry von in a minute” bureau. - - Some of the notables to be seen are: Dr. Harold Fisher. D.D.T. (dentist); Dr. Ed. Crispin. M.D.; Lawyer Zeron (known commonly as Shyster Jim): Monsieur William Adsett. proprietor of Adsett ' s Wig Restorer Salon; D. J. Harwood, president of Your Hearts and Men Re¬ treaded Society; Wright Bell from the Morticians Union: John Wigle from the Puce Dairies Incorporated. (I’ll give you a hint, these people are only here in search of business). The notables stand and doff their hats—those without hats, wave their bandanas, for in walks Mari¬ lyn Bates in a gown designed by Evans and LeFave. It is a gorgeous white sarong with cap sleeves. X. Marshall. Can. Open Snooker Champ, is led into the room. In walks the hero of the day. Mur¬ ray Boles. Just as Murray slips the ring, which is made exclusively by Ross and Son, on Marilyn ' s finger, Norman —who is giving Marilyn away—collapses. The scene now changes. The air is dank from the bubbles of champagne. We are at Kurylo’s Red Dog Saloon where the wedding party is in full swing. A1 Lavis is featured with his Uranium Five (radio¬ active) with Bernie Hot Licks” Spring on the drums. Sharing equal billing are Marg. Moray and her fanless Kan Dan¬ cers. There is a big smile on Johnny’s face. He likes weddings and the police as yet haven’t discovered the still under¬ neath the bar. As the scene closes, we see Norman crawling from under a table singing, “The Blues in the Night” or Where, or where, is my Marilyn?” SYLVIA FEDORUK II Page Fifty-Eight