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

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20 B L U E A N I) W H I T F. 19 4 7 Students Receive Special Attention VAB§ITY SPORTS CENTRE ' TUe Right Equipment For Every Sport ” 10 Sandwich Si. E. Phone 2-2391 With kind remembrances to a fine school . . . GI BB ' S PHARMACY 900 Erie St. E. 3808 Seminole 3-4866 3-1901 Windsor COMPLIMENTS OK BAUM BRODY LIMITED DRINK MORE MILK FOR HEALTH At Home and At School COMPLIMENTS OK THE WINDSOR TRUCK STORAGE CO. LIMITED Corner Windsor at Shepherd Phone 4-5 111

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BLUE A X I) W H I T E 1947 PUBLIC SPEAKERS B. IVi.lcMIllan. D. Haley, W. Hull PUBLIC SPEAKING Our ln-artiest congratulations to this year’s orator, Barbara MacMillan, a junior girl, who brought oratorical honours to herself and to Walkerville Collegiate, in the Junior girls’ W.S. S.A. contest. Barbara placed first for all the Windsor Secondary schools with the aid of her pleasant voice and her well-chosen topic. Prime Minister McKenzie King. Barbara ' s impromptu in the city contest was. ’Tarty (ianies.” and her impromptu in the Walkerville contest was “My mbit ion—Nursing. In the Senior girls ' contest. Donna Haley was ceded first place since no other girl would com¬ pete against her. But Donna gave her speech re¬ gardless. and proved to us that she certainly has speaking ability. Donna’s main speech was en- Iilled Camp Life.” in which she gave a humour¬ ous and complete oral picture of her interesting life at camp last summer. In her impromptu. United We Stand. Divided We Kail she told of l he state in which the world is today with its atomic bombs and dissatisfied nations. Inciden¬ tally. Donna was runner-up in the Senior girls’ W.S.S.A. contest. The Senior boys were apparently in the same lositiou as the Senior girls, since no boy would compete against Bill Mull. Bill, however, showed no lack of oratorical quality. Speaking on Switz¬ erland . he described her position in the world, past and present. A Good Book to Bead and Why was Bill ' s impromptu. The number of contestants who took part in the junior contests was more inspiring. The run¬ ner up in the Junior girls’ contest was Donna I •» Hipwell. a grade nine student, who gave a very enlightening speech on Customs of India. Handicaps Can Be Overcome was Donna’s in¬ teresting impromptu. Ken Dulmage was the winner in the Junior boys ' competition. Ken showed ability both in his main speech Radio in Our Daily Life , and in his excellent impromptu. The Subject I Like Best. which is History. Runner-up was Jim Muir who spoke on The Phonograph Record. Jim gave complete details in the making of a phonograph record. His impromptu was My hirst Camping Experience. We congratulate all the speakers, both winners and competitors on their excellent showing, and hope that next year more of Walkerville ' s stu¬ dents will capture city honours. —JANE CUTIIBKKT. J2A. Brain Twister W hat is at the beginning of eternity and yet at the end of time? What is at the beginning of the earth and yet at the end of space? The letter E What would you call a guy who makes a living sticking his right arm down a lion ' s throat ? We’d call him Lefty.” Clerk— What sort of a hammock do you want to buy. Miss? Pat— Well. I want one just big enough for one. but I want it strong enough for two. Women are attractive at twenty, attentive at thirty, adhesive at forty. P a t r o n i z e O u r A d v v r t i s e r s

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11 UK AND WHITE I ' M 4 t FIRST PRIZE LOCKED OUT The silent ( ' roup of men stood along the barren stone wall, all eyes fastened upon the steaming figure occupying the chair in the centre of the room. In the press gallery above, the reporters leaned forward, breathing heavily, their damp nervous hands clutching at trembling knees. Deep in the bowels of the stone building came the faint hum of power unleashed. The figure in the chair stiffened, twitched gro¬ tesquely. and fell limp, sagging against the restraining bands. The ghastly odour of scorched flesh permeated the air. causing several report¬ ers to gag and one to vomit violently into a corner. A fat. pale doctor, sweating profusely, stepped forward and adjusted his stethoscope to the prisoner’s chest. After a moment he looked up and announced in a husky, choking voice, that the man was dead. Immediately the report¬ ers fled from the room. Sam Rossi, stood back, bis hands on his hips and watched their departure. Elation bubbled and swished within him. like a fountain new- released by spring from winter ' s icy grip. Laughter surged forth deep in his heavily corded throat and burst from between bis thick lips, lie was free. After months of staring blankly through the iron bars of his cell in Death ' s Row . be was again free to obey bis every impulse, pamper his every whim. Sam had not been free since that bleak night, five months ago when he had shot and killed the night watchman who had blundered upon him attempting to steal the payroll from the office sale of the Darnell Manufacturing Com¬ pany. Sam had been a silent stoical figure throughout the short trial. Unwinking he had faced the barrages of flashing newspaper cam¬ eras and he had not wavered when lie heard the jury ' s verdict and the court ' s damnation. Sam watched the morgue attendants release his limp, burned body from the confines of the electric chair and he laughed again. Then he turned on bis heel and walked through the gray, stone wall. Once outside the prison, a cold wet wind des¬ cended from the blackness above and swept Sam ' s spiritual form, twisting and turning in its relentless grip, aloft. W hen lie opened his eves he found himself sitting sick and frightened n an endless sea of clouds, before an immense gate, before him stood a tall shrouded figure. The weird apparition uttered no sound and for a seemingly endless time continued to stare over Sam ' s head into the space behind him. Sam felt an eerie sensation slither up his spine and the short hair on bis neck prickled uncomfortably. When he could bear the suspense no longer, be turned and gazed in terror at the figure of the night watchman he had murdered, silently stand¬ ing there. Blood still ran from the gaping bullet wound in bis forebead and some of it splattered soundlessly upon Sam. as the dead man solemnly nodded at the shrouded spectre before the gate. Upon receiving ibis signal the apparition drew forth, from the folds of the ghostly garment, a large key. turned abruptly and fitted it into an enormous padlock on the gate, barring forever Sam ' s entry into the region. The hooded figure again wordlessly faced Sam and it- left hand poin.ed a bony linger i.ito the dislan. beyond. The cold wet wind relume- ..ml ■ ... .. .. thirled Sam into tin darkness. He was deposited this time upon the ! •::.k of a large black pit and it was then tha ' he realized bis inevitable fate. Fearfully be began to des¬ cend. Although be could see naught but darkness. Sam knew from the blast of arid heat upon his face that the door of Hell would not be locked to him. as was the door of Heaven. —FLOYD WKiR. 12E. BY ZENOVIA SAWICH