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

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B L U E A N D WHITE 1948 45 HE. When Christmas was over we came back to school, Back to Math and the olden rule. And who should be there with a flirtatious smirk But Mr. “Lumberjack Fletcher with new rules for work. He made a remark to a fellow in the rear, Then greeted us all with a Happy New Year. “If you want advancement and success You need resolutions and less cigarettes. 1 can tell by the smell of your clothes Whatever brand of smoke you chose. 1 know—I ' ve seen you in restaurants and stores, Smoking and joking and making big scores On machines that support Gilboe and all of his boys. hy do you waste money on such trivial toys? Instead of doing your academic jobs You have to go out with your favourite mobs. Can’t you refrain from going to shows And places where cue-chalk marks up your clothes ? Save it for Friday or Saturday night. On week nights do homework and keep out of sight. “Girls—if you must your socials attend Plan them always to be on a week-end. Your interest in geometry 1 can gain ith either kind words or a knock on the brain. A club will stand in the corner right there And I’ll really use it if you ever dare To neglect my assignments and get in my hair!” There we sat with minds intent. We knew exactly what he meant. So if we do just what he said e cannot help but get ahead. A BASEBALL GAME Smallpox was catching. Cigar was pitching and had a lot of smoke. Fiddle played first base. Grass covered lots of ground around short. Cabbage played third and had a good head. Wheat. Corn, and ()ats were in the field. Molasses was at the stick. Balloon started to pitch but went up in the air. Cherry tried to stop him but he went wild. Wind started to blow so Cough dropped him. Ice kept cool until he got hit by a pitched ball; then you should have heard Ice scream. Potato was umpiring and had lots of eyes. The crowd roasted Peanut all through the game The crowd roared when Spider caught a fly. Light went out on a fast play. There was a lot of bet¬ ting and Soap cleaned up but Egg was broke. Hammer gave Horn a blow that put him out of the game. Door said if he bad been pitching be would have shut them out. J.M.C., 10A. Oh, Johnny—• on don’t know how lucky you are! Because I’m looking oxer a four-leaf clover I ' m singing in the rain. I seem to hear the old devil moon saying. How soon shall 1 dance at vour wedding? You may as well pass that peace pipe because I’m guilty. bat am I going to do about you? Goodness. I wish I didn’t love you so! I’ll be seeing you because you keep coming back like a song. Beg yonr pardon, but je vous aime anyway. Two loves have I so it’s going to depend on the wav the wind blows tonight. In fact, now is the hour. I’ll close my eyes now and start pretending that I’m near you. Always Linda. I here are twenty-three song titles here. How many can you find? ELIZABETH MURRAY. 10B.

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-14 BLUE AND WHITE 1V48 SAYINGS OF TEACHERS OF GRADE 12. Miss MacIntyre : 1 haven ' t had time to mark the attendance, class. Mr. Hugill: Are you sure you read those pages? Mr. Sinclair: It is compulsory for the following to come in and write their Latin test, unless they can give some excuse. Mr. Fletcher: Some people like to live danger¬ ously, 1 guess. Miss Robbins: Non, non. F.n francais, s’il vous plait. Mr. Krause: Isn ' t that a b-e-e-eautiful letter? Mr. Lowdeti: First two-and-a-half rows up to the board. Miss Saunders: Good! Good! Mr. Burr: Peter, have you got those vocab¬ ularies for me? No? Then double for to-morrow. Mrs. Waddell: If you don’t get busy. I’ll make vou look up all this material yourself. Miss Lawton: CLASS DISMISSED. Mr. Beckley: There’s too much noise back there. MURDER WITH COMMERCIAL II! f Philip ‘Marlowe’ the detective was working on a murder ‘Caisse’. He was cornered in a deserted warehouse by killer ' Krdelan ' . the mad scientist, now posing as a ‘Millar’. Why don’t you mind ‘Ewer Owen’ business?” said the killer, holding a ‘Pearce’ knife towards him. “Your life ain’t worth a ‘Nickel’ now”. “1 ‘Warren’ you.” said Phil. “Put down that knife—it gives me a ‘Payne’ in the neck.” “ ' Wyatt ' won’t hurt you,” growled the killer. 1 low did you kill ‘Nicholson’, the little ' Totton the tricycle?” asked Phil. “Just like the rest.” replied the killer. “First I whip her so she has a ‘Skarbek’. and then 1 ‘Skinner’. “And how did you kill Russ ‘Grtthak’? asked Phil. “You know that she was as strong as ‘Samp¬ son’.” “Why that was simple—‘Russette’ some poi¬ son,” replied the scientist. Just then a little blue ‘Baird’ Hew by the win¬ dow and ‘Applin’ flew over with its motors hum¬ ming. The killer raised h is knife! Four or five shots rang out and the killer dropped dead. Through the dark entrance of the musty old warehouse stepped The Chinese Inspector. Char¬ lie ‘Clark’, of Police 1 leaclquarters. lie turned to his son and said, “‘Kavvala’,” which in English means “‘Wilson’ carry out honourable body?” ED M RLOWE AL SKINNER. THINGS YOU’LL NEVER SEE IN llC. Joe Surlovich not saying Pm sorry.” Jim Johnson not having to go in after four in Latin. Marilyn Duffin ignoring Joe. Joanne Broadwell with blond hair. Barbara Kelly doing Chemistry in Chemistry. Tom Echlin behaving himself. George Sasic with curly hair. Barbara MacMillan giving a poor speech. Gail Johns answering a question in History. IDEAL COMIC-STRIP MAN. IDEAL COMIC-STRIP GIRL 1 lair Hair . .. Becky Groggins Kyes . Brains . . Mvrtle .Daisv Mae Smile. Smile. . Minnie Mouse All Around Man. All Around Girl ... Humour . Humour . . Teena Personality . Personality.

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46 BLUE AN D WHITE 1948 THAT NEW CAR Sister’s thrilled with . . . Mother selects it . . . Father ' s billed with . . . And Junior wrecks it. Joan: “Did they take an X-ray picture of Jean ' s jaw ?” Anna: “They tried to hut all they could get was a moving picture.” Burnie: “Now if it comes ‘heads we go to the Vanity and if it ' s ‘tails’ we go to the Capitol.” John Yes ' and if it stands on edge, we go home and study!” Teacher: Give me the present tense of the verb “to laugh” in French. Pupil: je smile tu giggles il laugh nous roarons volts splittez ils bustent W.C.I. JUST WOULDN’T BE W.C.I. IF: Donald Klink didn ' t blush, Alex Blair didn ' t wear a flashy red tie. Donna Jean Hipwell stopped talking to .Mr. Forman, Ron Pearce didn’t use long words, Don Waffle didn ' t have a daily joke, | im Clavel sat next to a boy at a basketball game, Bill (Senator) Collins used ordinary words, Joyce Aston didn ' t study so hard before nine, Ann Taylor weren’t on the Ag ora, Liz Baxter got to school early, Mr. Nighswander didn’t start talking before he was half way in the room, David Brownell didn’t have his Vicks, Jim Vaughan sat still for two minutes, Ken Cooper closed his mouth, Norm Radkevich didn ' t give the girls that daring look of his, Tom Ray didn ' t crack his fingers in class, And Jim Larkin didn’t look like a professor! IOC. The collection plate was handed to the minister. On it lay a few ten dollar hills, a couple of fives, one dollar, some half dollars, quarters, dimes and three coppers. Ah, remarked the minister, “I see we have a Scot with us tonight. Duncan arose in the congregation. There are three of us, he corrected. A HISTORICAL ALPHABET—9A Behold the class of grade 9A, Everyone is so fair and gay; A is for Anne, L pity her man; B is for Brent, so spic and span: C is for Cake, her beau is Bake: D is for Don our very wise mon; E is for Elizabeth, so seldom away: F is for Freddy, who’s here every day; G is for Gordon, our hero in track: II is for Hughie. in speed he doth lack; J’S for our Junes, two all ’round sports, And our three Johns who pay them court. K is for Katherine, who’s good in art; L is for Lillian, who does nobly her part. M ' s for our Margarets, both students so fair That Larrv can only sit there and stare: () is fyr Orville—lie ' s Bailey’s best pal— They thrill the hearts of every 9 A gal. P is for Peggy, who smiles so sweet That our Craig Allan can’t stay in his seat. R is for Ronald a fine young lad. Who’ll no doubt someday become a good dad. 8 is for songs, Mary Lou knows the score; T is for talk which our Barbaras adore. U is fen- Union, with dear Blue and White; V is for Vicky, our literary light; W’s for Wisdom—it may prove our downfall: R stands for nothing in 9A at all. But there is one whom we must not bar, It ' s Martha, late-comer. our new swimming star. CLAYTON BRENT. 9A.