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

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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

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BLl’F. AND WHITE I V 4 7 2A SECOND PRIZE The Grace and Beauty of Girls To-day From a high-school boy ' s point of view, the situation is positively alarming. .Most of the girls in their ' teens, and many over, do not seem to have developed those subtle charms which make them grown women instead of bobby-sox swooners: whereas a few genera¬ tions hack, at the same age they would be filling the position of w ife and would be expected to till that office capably. I will illustrate first, the high school version of a girl that drives men away. Let us meet her in school, where the conservative surroundings of the school make her dress and manner more startling by contrast. Her greeting is far too loud, but that doesn ' t bother her. for most of her friends do not know how to tone down either. Imagine the confusion of a graduate of ten years ago should he return to our halls and be ad¬ dressed by one of these. I le would be stopped cold by: How ' s yer engine perkin ' these days, drip? Whaddya mean ya don ' t know what I mean ' : Von born yestiddy or soinp ' n ? If you don ' t dig what I ' m sendin ' . 1 take it you ' re a square! See me in a few years, when you can dig my jive, and in the meantime, don ' t be glum chum. Our visitor from yesteryear stands dazed. Even in the short explosion of the conversation, he had a very good look at her. and now he stands puzzled as to how it could be possible. From the top of her frowsy, dyed hair to the tip of her nail polished toes peeking out at the end of a pair of green, yellow, and red striped sandals, she re¬ sembles nothing human that he has ever know n. From our own standpoint to-day. she is not very becoming, either. About this time in a girl ' s life, the education in cosmetics starts, and she tries too hard to learn how to look beautiful. Her hair styles do not become the contours of her face, her makeup is a quarter inch too thick, her lipstick reaches beyond the natural curves of her lips, her sweater is too loose or too tight, her skirt is too short, ( even slacks are very revealing if they are worn as a lot of girls do wear them to¬ day.) : and her leg paint is streaky. In other words, she is a mess. As a male 1 must admit that makeup can contribute to a girl ' s charms, but only if it is administered by an expert, and not plastered on by the girl that cares little for colour harmony. but. as always, there is the brighter side of the story. Not all girls are succumbing to the wild an¬ tics of a number of other members of their sex. hut rather are growing up naturally, instead of trying to hurry themselves. These girls have a much easier time with their parents, school and boys, because they grow mature by east stages, and because they conform to the way of the world, which is definitely not as easily changed as some women ' s minds. - lit Hi SNYDER. 12H. THIRD PRIZE DRAWING—MILDRED SMORONG FIRST PRIZE A CANADIAN FLAG Change then the Hag. if change you must. Though head and heart rebel. but let your change be wise and just. And weigh your choices ve ' l. Cast not aside the splendid bast, lint keep remembrance green. If you would have the spirit last. Its grandeur clearly seen. (live us the Red and While and blue, Whose meaning thrills the heart. Give us the maple ' s changeful hue. Triumph of Nature ' s art. Give us the lilies of Old France, Which saw our Country ' s birth; Their gallant beauty will enhance Our new flag ' s charm and worth. Give us—oh never, never dare. That symbol to efface— The Sign that Christians proudly hear, That Cross that wins us grace. before us once our Captain went. He bore that Standard great— beneath its weight His shoulders bent— It opened Heaven ' s Gate. In this Sign conquer. still is true As in all days of yore; That pledge our flag must e ' er renew In times of peace or war. — RL ' TII I.Abl ' TK. Ub.