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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.
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24 BLUE AX l WHITE 1947 THIRD PRIZE THE LETTER WAS NEVER FINISHED My clearest l’at: I love you . . The pen stopped scratching as Jim paused for a moments reflection. He stirred the ink in the bottle be¬ fore him. and was about to resume his letter when he became aware of the approach of his long-legged, heavily-footed room-mate. lie stuffed his writing paper under a notebook, and. assuming as innocent an expression as possible, smiled up at the solidly-built voting man who bad just entered. What are you up to. Jim? Nothing but a bit of philosophy. Hill. Say. didn’t Mrs. Martin ask you to pick up her new suit on the way home? Curse every hair in the prophet’s beard! Hill exclaimed, lie threw his books into an empty arm-chair, and hurried out of the room. Jim started again: I must see you this week¬ end. Every moment which is not graced by your sweet lips, your lovely hair, your gracious gaze, is like an eternity upon a burning, drought-dried desert. Let me but taste of the sugared cup of reciprocate love, and I. poor beggar, fired with royal wine, shall on to immortality . . . The paper fairly leapt to a place of concealment as a quiet rap at the study door announced a visitor. Precious Patricia! he moaned. It’s the pro¬ fessor. and I haven’t worked out those statistics for him yet. A quarter of tin hour later Jim was alone again. The pen scratched on and on. His rather plain face reddened with a passion of a definitely exothermic nature. Sincerity’s sweet sweat never stood out so noticeably on a busy brow. His eves glowed as his love took to paper like the pro¬ verbial duck to water. A light touch on the shoulder accompanied the words. What fools we mortals be! Jim jumped to bis feet and turned to face a short, confident-looking fellow who had been standing over him. grinning from ear to ear. Sorry to interrupt you. Jim. but I just couldn’t resist, and besides that. be continued in a more serious tone. I have a bit of interest¬ ing information re your impeccable Pat. And what. O Cupid of the light foot anti merry heart, are the tidings you bear of my Princess Patricia? queried Jim. who changed an angry scowl to an inquisitive grin on these last words. My friend, you have been double-dealt: knifed nicely indeed between the twelfth and thirteenth vertebrae. To put it bluntly. Miss Patricia Klane is no longer eligible meat for you. my craven carnivore—she is married. You jest, friend Falstaff, Jim said in un¬ belief. With a line like yours, it’s a miracle you held on to her as long as you did. my most eloquent of elephants. Hut. here—read for your¬ self. and he produced a clipping from a local newspaper which verified his statements. Jim sat mute at his desk for the next hour. Cupid had departed for safer quarters, leaving the thwarted lover to himself. Suddenly he noticed the letter be had been writing. He picked it up. and turning it over, crushed it deliberately in his big bands, lie sought to wring from it all the feeling that bail gone into its creation. He struck a match and held it close to the crumpled little ball. It burned to a crisp on the top of the desk—a burnt offering to a lost love. With a whisper he sent the charred remains billowing away like a cremated caress. AXC.CS MacMILLAX, 12A. SECOND PRIZE DON’T YOU KNOW? Don’t you know you’re beautiful. Young and gay and bright— Don’t on know you’re lovely. Sweet Venusian sprite? Don’t you know you ' re wonderful. Fine and fair and free— Don ' t you know you seem divine. When you ' re close to me: Don ' t you know I love your smile— Tint of sunset skies— l.ove the dancing of your feet. Sparkle of your eyes? Oh. I love you every way. Beauteous goddess of the Day! A. MacMILLAX. 12A. THIRD PRIZE MY SHIP If I owned a boat, big she ' d be. Of course her skipper would likely be me. I ' d hire a crew of lusty young men, Xot too many, just about ten. I ' d have her painted from stem to stern. A safety precaution to prevent sunburn. I ' d hate my ship in misery to be, She-might refuse to sail the sea. There in the corner with a huge padlock. Would be my chest, and on top a clock. To tell me when the noon hour comes. So to rouse the rest of my lazy chums. I ' d have my dinner in royal style. They ' d smell the onions for nearly a mile. And just for an occasional afternoon spree. I ' d serve the crew with crumpets and tea. And as we ' d graciously enter a port. I ' d sound off our gun with a loud report, Mid cast our lines far into shore. Mid stay at home for evermore.. EDDY W I.TOX. IOC.
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