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

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BLUE AND WHITE 12C CLASS POEM The teachers ' faces light up with glee, At the sight of their favourite class 12C. Ah, there is a class of students gay. Attention to the teachers they never pay. They laugh and giggle the whole day through. And to help you understand, here ' s a list of a few. The card of the class is our friend Earl Keyes, Students and teachers alike does he tease. Mary Adams, our Agora Rep., Is doing a swell job. keeping us hep. George Irimescu, his hair cut like a brush. To get out of school is always in a rush. Donna (tyata tyata) Cochrane Our blue eyed beauty, always talkin ' . Phil Murphv is in continual debate With Lorraine Hamilton, over r hyme, reason and date. Kathleen Mills is really a peach. A natural blonde, absolutely no bleach. Pete Marcovich On his curly hair must use Fitch. Madeline Murphy, a young Irish miss It ' s been a long time since she and Hill kissed. Our home room teacher is Mr. Hugill, To get our attention he should use a bugle. Vivienne Atkins still has a mania For you know who in Pennsylvania. Peter Abramoff. with his youthful beard. Early in the morning does he look weird. Peggy Stevenson makes the French really flow W hile the rest of us think “Boy. am I slow.” The kid of the class is Homenick Walt When he played with his yo-yo. Mr. Hugill said “halt’’. . Margaret “Jeff” Houston and Aileen “Mutt” McLarty Seem to think two really make a party. Ah. the man of the class is casanova Don Porter Because in the moonlight, wow, does he court her! Peggy Nichols is a bundle of tickles Never saw such a girl for such silly giggles. Page Sixty Oh. how we all in the History class wish That little Hill Smith would stop saving fish. We must not forget sophisticated Joan Sparrow Who keeps her nose pointed up like an arrow. In Hetty Wamsley’s head, Math never sticks. Hut for Robert Walker, she really clicks. A real beauty is Hariet Rumble And on her music scales she never makes a stumble. Early every morn pity Rav MacLachlan If his Physics lie’s forgotten. A shy little miss is Gloria H., And. oh my goodness! How Physics she hates. A jolly young thing is Norine H.. For only the handsomest boys does she see. The artist of 12C is Beulah Marcoux The pictures she draws, woo, woo. woo. Florence Anderson and Ruth LaBute In their similar green suits look cute. BETTY WAMSLEY, 12C HOW TO PRESERVE A HUSBAND Recipe Submitted by Llwellya Hillis, 12A He careful in your selection, do not choose too young, and take only such as have been reared in a good moral atmo¬ sphere. When once decided upon and selected, let that part remain forever settled and give your entire thought to preparation for domestic use. Some insist on keeping them in a pic¬ kle, while others are continually getting them into hot water. This only makes them sour, hard, and sometimes bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, good and tender by garnishing with patience, well sweetened with smiles and flavoured with kisses to taste: then wrap them in a mantle of charity, keep warm with a steady fire of domestic de¬ votion, and serve with peaches ami cream. When thus prepared they will keep for years.

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BLUE AND WHITE GRADE TWELVE THE STUDENTS OF 12A Roy Aston—Oh no, not THAT! our bogey-boy. Pat Barnby—Our favourite sight is Patsy faithfully pedalling to school at 8.39. doing her homework as she dodges traffic. Hlair Baxter—“Good-bye Bl-a-ir !’’ Eric Bjorkquist—The only person in I2A with naturally blond hair. Norm Briant—Our gift from Johnny Murray’s Murderers. prank Cassidy—Otherwise known as “Hop-a-long.” Stuart Eckmier — “Little brother” Wright Bell pays him 25c every Saturday night. Eleanor Ellingwood — Her favourite saying “Hi-potenusi (Ask Mr. J. Lowden). Nancy Gibson—Having trouble? See Nancy. Geometry done by the hour. Donna Haley—Poor kid! She had to proof-read this stuff. Llwellva Hillis—How did she get into the “A class? Guess! Janet Hugill—Our poet-laureate. Bill Hull, Stuart Johnson — Our two assistant sub-pencil sharpeners. What would Walkerville do without them ? Edith Kayln—Our authority on great men and women in history. Charles Krayacich — Willistead be¬ cause we have all borrowed his books. Neil MacPhee—M.A. (not Master of Arts). Nelson McKelvie—“Atom smasher.” Don McNaughton — Our only true Scotsman (Bagpipes)? Apologies to MacPhee and McKelvie. Rodney Montrose — Also known as Black Road and Wojischlitutz. Doreen Murray—12A’s gun moll (she must he related to J. Murray of the Mur¬ derers). Burt Patkau — Einstein’s right-hand man. Leslie Pond—Her favourite colour is green—we wonder why? Thelma Rowe — Big Sister, but she can ' t find a spoilser. Vicky Rudich—Our speed whiz — 70 w.p.m. (words per minute). Toli Sapoleff—We long to see him tenderly remove a violin from a violin case. Anne Sauchuk—12A’s answer to the Harlem Globe Trotters. A one-girl bas¬ ketball team. Lydia Schaljo—The all-day sucker kid. Ruth Scott—“Jane” from the comic strip. Joe Stankov—12A’s only perfect char¬ acter (this line by special request). Howard Thompson—Mr. Hugill’s pet peeve: haircut-howl. 7 3-8. Bill Woodruff—Our sad-sack. he ad libs for Boh Hope (12A). FAVOURITE SAYINGS OF 12A’S DEAR TEACHERS Miss MacIntyre (before 9 o’clock) — “Will you people please be quiet! Miss Lawton—“Give him the mark, but it’s charity.” Mr. Lowden—“Now go over that proof again.” Mrs. Closser—“Everybody look at the Latin.” Miss Robbins— Leave those windows the way you found them.” Mr. Klinck—“What was the ending on that adjective?” Mr. Hugill— Now, is that clear? Mr. Krause— Type as fast as you can accurately, hut never faster. One of these days Mr. Eletcher is go¬ ing to assign the homework to the wrong class! WOW.RObCHT , WHAT ARC YOU bOlNC - tEAAHINC SoHrTHIH O f NO,.SIR; PM UOTCNINC YOU. — (J fU Page Fifty-Nine

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A BLUE AND GRADE ELEVEN FAMOUS SAYINGS OF 11 TEACHERS Miss Bergoine—“There is no reason whv von can’t be just as good as the B class.” Mrs. McLeod—“May I see your notes please? ’ Mr. Waddell—“How do I know? — I learned it.” Mr. Burr—“That’ll cost you five vo¬ cabularies before class tomorrow!” Mr. Fletcher—“About 20 more pages and we’ll be up to Mr. Hartford’s class.” Mr. Swanson—“It’s right tjhere in front of you—Look at it. Mr. Hartford—”1 don’t think this hint will spoil it.” Mr. Forman—“Well boys, a treat to¬ day—rifle drill. Air. N’ighswander—“Why go to De¬ troit by way of Sarnia.” FAMOUS LAST WORDS OF WALKERVILLE STUDENTS “I can go sixty. “My father wrote this note. “Go ahead, the light won’t change. Who do you think you’re shovin’ Ross ?” Oh! he’s not so tough.” “Gee honey, we’re out of gas. Let’s light up here. “But I was two blocks from the school.” FLOYD WEIR. 1 IF “CATASTROPHIC CHEMISTRY” Ammonia gas + Lois Hipwell’s nose— excess amount of coughing -+- hysterics from Mr. Swanson. Glasses -f- Alice Moore — an excess amount of rubbing (very good exother¬ mic reaction) Jack Colwill + freedom of speech — almost anything. Second bell Thursday noon—disappear¬ ance of Alice, Carmen and Jane a sud¬ den gust of wind headed toward the library. Jerry Brown -j- Mr. Klinck’s sideboard —an occasional artistic masterpiece. Carol Angus + Angus MacMillan + a couple of pieces of chalk—an exhi¬ bition of marksmanship. WHITE MEMOIRS OF 11A It is morn; ere the hour of nine We stalk in all feeling fine Mrs. McLeod greets us with a frown Telling Hugh Thompson to kindly sit down. Sorting our books as we do daily Out of the pile emerges. Disraeli; From the paragraphs all so dense We will strive to make some sense. The period over, our books we lift And casually next door we will drift: Chemistry Manuals we grasp for life’s sake For in an experiment we’re about to partake. While standing at tables all in a row Down fell a bottle of we thought H;0, But low and behold there ain’t no floor For the bottle contained HoSO . All through French. German and History we strive In Geometry and Latin some sense to derive Poor Mr. Hugill nearly fainted away ’Cause Bill Weiss did his homework to-day. Slowly but surely the time it does pass. We barely can wait ’till the end of the class The bell has gone, from the school we roam; So all dear students, there’s no place like home. GEORGE MARK. 11A Pa«e Sixty-One