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

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BLUE AND WHITE 1948 .5.5 HONOURABLE MENTION THE ATOMIC THEORY AS APPLIED TO THE 13-B ATOM Jn the centre of the 13-1! atom is a nucleus containing about a dozen feminitrons. Each fem- initron lias a name and a type. In the I3-1I nucleus there are two shortrons, Grace M. and Caroline . l.: two quietrons. I )aphne V. and I)onna 1’.; one jumpitron, Barbara W.; and various other what¬ sit rons. In orbits around this nucleus revolve about two dozen masculinitrons. These include various nicotrons, cartoonitrons. wolvetrons, and a rare brainitron. Nearly every masculinitron is vio¬ lently negative to homework and acutely positive to feminitrons and drink. The 13-B atom reacts poorly with French. Chemistry, and Botany, and only a little better with Trig, Physics, and Zoology. The reaction with Geometry and Algebra is almost impossible to achieve without a large amount of concentrated homework. It seems there is an abundance of this positive catalyst in the hands of Miss T. and Mr. L. There are two other isotopes of the 13-B atom, the deuterium 13-A and the tritium 13-C atoms. These differ in specific properties because of the difference in number of feminitrons in the nu¬ cleus. This factor causes a distinct change to take place in the charges of the masculinitrons and a reaction with these isotopes is slightly more explosive, resulting in a higher class average. The reason the 13-B atom will never be used in an atom bomb is that there is no energy to be released from it, and a chain reaction would only result in mass ignorance. BOB SNYDER. 13B. TERRAE INCOGNITAE. A poet took me by the hands And led me into unknown lands— Where women are bronzed And dress in white. — Bathe in liquid spice at night Beneath an amber moon. Where men will wade the pool of doom, To seize one floating blood-red bloom That yields a heavy scarlet wine To cast a veil o’er soul and mind. THIRD PRIZE WE HAVE THE BALL Collegiates boast of trophies won, ( )f athletes fine and tall, Of football teams and badminton And feats at basketball; We here at Walkerville admit They ' ve “something on the ball”, But they ' re not even in our class. Because we have the Ball. We hear their claims to talent rare, To pulchitrudc and all. To cleverness beyond compare, And how they know it all; And so again we freely grant They’ve “something on the hall”. But if they visit Walkerville, They’ll find we have the Ball. Now Kenned y and Patterson, And Sandwich, one and all. Your records may he very good— Your students fine and tall, And once again admit we will. You’ve “something on the hall”. We’ve got you licked at Walkerville Because we have the Ball. ()ur students form a varied group, Some short, some thin and tall. They’re known in Windsor very well As great sports one and all, They play the game in everything. Defeat they don’t recall. Success to Walkerville they bring Because they have the Ball. And as the years keep rolling by, Collegiates rise and fall. We want to keep our standards high. We want to top them all. We know that others want the same. They ' ve “something on the ball” : With confidence we play the game You sec, we have The Ball. EVANGELINE PARKER, 11 A. Each one lives for but a day — At dawn, is a bird that flys away To distant posts across the sea To lure unhappy fools like me. A N( INYMOUS. Patronize 0 ur Advert is e r s

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32 BLUE AND WHITE 10-18 There was one Amazon among ns whom I shall never forget. She loved to jump from the tractor Before it stopped, zoom up the nearest tree and pick several baskets full before anyone else had left the wagon. I often wondered why she didn’t run behind the tractor on the way home. ()n this particular day it was almost noon when she cheerfully suggested that we pick another row. Leaning feebly on my ladder. I threw mental daggers at her and. just in time, the noon whistle blew and saved the day. That afternoon after what seemed eternity. Lois untangled her hair from a twig, peered through the branches, and mournfully announced : “It’s 5 :50”. Sometime later it was five minutes to six, then it was four minutes to six, and even¬ tually it was six o’clock. Later, sitting under a tree—a peach tree, to be exact, we were waiting for the car to take us home, when Lois said: “I’m so hungry. I could eat a peach. No—on second thought, I ' m not that hungry!” Imagine how we felt on the way home when we had to straddle a basket of peaches in the back seat! Moreover, our arms and legs were coated with peach fur”. The next day we arrived for work with our hair braided, and wearing plaid shirts and blue jeans. W e no lo nger felt fuzzy and we were definitely more native. One day in the hot orchard had been enough for us. and we desperately wanted to work in the cool shed, so Mr. Johnson finally took the hint when we were picking about two rows behind everyone else, and sent us into the shed to grade the peaches. Ah! the life of leisure! For the next few days my sole duty in life was to stand at the grading machine and dump baskets of peaches into the roller. They fell into the various bins according to size and Lois helped the others to pack them and stack the baskets ready for ship¬ ment. The only flaw in this beautiful system was that I had to unload each wagonful of peaches as it came in. and by six o’clock I could hardly lift my arm. What fun! One of the workers was a German who couldn’t speak a word of English. This led to some con¬ fusion. One day she was throwing peach baskets from the loft and 1 was trying to catch them. Finally, when I was practically drowning in peach baskets. 1 shouted up that we had enough. Naturally, she didn’t understand and she kept heaving baskets at me. Finally in desperation, 1 thought hard and then said “Nein!” Result? No more baskets. Who says German is difficult to learn ? Well, after a week of such fun. Labour Day arrived and 1 returned to school—unable to look a peach in the face, but with a cheque for $26.75 in my pocket. I was rich! I had earned my for¬ tune! I wonder if they need anyone to prune trees this spring? “TUFF TIME” FOURTH PRIZE DRAWING M. Kletenchuk SECOND PRIZE MURDER! The killer crept closer and closer, With evil in his eye; With murder in his wicked heart, His deadly weapon held high. The innocent victim unmindful of this, Caught in a deadly snare. Was not aware of impending doom, Placidly sitting there. Then the vitlian was ready to strike His cruel and vicious blow. When’ abruptly he stopped, checked his swing And said, level and low: “I cannot kill this defenceless soul; What harm has he ever done me?” His conscience was prodding; should he or not. What would his final choice be? The victim turned round and saw the man; His body shook with fear. The murderer knew lie had gone too far. His course was now perfectly clear. The bludgeon came down, a terrible thud. A crash, an anguished cry. He shook his fist and muttered an oath. “I missed that cursed fly.” ALHERT MATE, 12A. KAREARA TAIT, 12A.

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.54 BLUE AND WHITE 1948 HONOURABLE MENTION APRIL. April is ;i merry lad. gay and laughing all the time as he flits frotn hollow to tree and to mea¬ dow. lie always appears in the most unexpected places and gives us the most pleasant surprises. He is the herald of spring and always carries with him a wand of blossoms and leaves, lie plays a silvery flute and sometimes a golden harp and both young and old welcome his cheery notes. When you wake up some morning and look out at the surrounding world you may see the tiny pinkish buds peeping forth, placed gently on their branches by that gay fellow. April. He sprinkles vivid green dust o’er the country-side and soon there grows a blanket of soft emerald. The cro¬ cuses and fleurs-de-lis receive a whispered invig¬ orating kiss from April’s lips and then they slowly turn to blushing rainbow hues. When the birds hear April’s joyous call, they come back from the south to their withered brown trees. The perky scarlet cardinal and brilliant blue-jay, our winter boarders, welcome the robins and orioles with joy. These birds, twittering con¬ tinually in the trees, become April’s jolly mes¬ sengers. singing sweet songs in praise of spring. Sometimes, though. April lapses, and when he is in a particularly gay mood, forgets one impor¬ tant duty, that of guarding the (late of Spring from Winter’s frosty glance. When April does forget, the little birds call to him with alarm and he hastens to the ( ' .ate to ward off Winter’s blow. At tirst he quarrels withWinter and then, chang¬ ing his tactics, gently persuades Winter and his frothy snowflakes to depart swiftly out the Gate. April is indeed a merry little fellow, but he stays for only one short month, and then his fresh gaiety is followed by the sweet scents of the flower-girl, May. “Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses. A box where sweets compacted lie.’’ MARY MORRIS, 12A. Patron ize So lovely a lass With such charm and class, No fellow can pass her by. The boys all clamour For Walkerville glamour, And this is the reason why. THE SEASONS Some people find fault with the seasons; I wonder if they have good reasons To hate the Winter’s bitter weather. And like glad Summer’s climate better. When all is quiet, and Nature sleeps, Around the corner Winter peeps. I t spreads its blanket of crystal flakes. And through the country freezes lakes. But when the sun’s warm beams come out. And snow is melted, round about. Rivers spring forth fresh and new To wind a path to the ocean blue. Now bright and scented Spring is here. By far the gayest time of the year. And then comes Summer in its prime, With happy days of warm sunshine. Summer days grow hot and dry. The days of sweat and work roll by. Then golden Autumn with magic powers, And leaves, red and gold, cover flowers. We hope our explanation brings To you a pleasure of future things. KKNNI’.TII IIAINKS X- GKKALI) J )AN IS, 9C. Our Advert is e r s