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OVER 30 BRANCHES IN TORONTO
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Through a Simpson Employment
Scholarship
Here's a wonderful opportunity for two students of Jarvis
Street Collegiate Institute to step straight from school into
the first stages of a merchandising career.
Again Simpson’s is offering employment scholarships to
outstanding students in Toronto high, technical, vocational
and commercial schools, sixteen in number. One boy and one
girl will be selected from each school.
Requirements — Any senior student attending
Jarvis Street Collegiate Institute
may enter. If interested, see your principal.
Judges—The principal and staff of your
school will be final judges.
Reward — Six months’ employment in
Simpson’s Toronto store, beginning next
September, immediately after Labour Day.
This includes special training and! will
provide valuable experience for a merchandising
career. It may result in a permanent
position. Scholarships will be awarded
next June.
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HOT AND COLD PLATES
FULL COURSE MEALS
SPECIAL STUDENT
LUNCHEON
COMPLETE SODA
FOUNTAIN SERVICE
464 SHERBOURNE ST.
(Just below Wellesley St.)
RA. 2689
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RAIN BROS.
School Text Books
Note Books Refills
and
Fountain Pens
FREE PREMIUMS
353 Yonge St.
We Deliver
RAIN BROS.
AD. 1361
Open Evenings
Another Direct Hit
"BE AN AIRMAN”
An Exciting and Instructive Game
Approved by
The Air Council
and
Air Marshal Bishop,
V.C., D.S.O., M.C., D.F.C.
Devised by Flight Lieutenant 0. Cafchcart-
Joncs, the game follow In detail the various
stages of the ''Commonwealth Air Training
Scheme". From the "Manning Pool", players
become Pilots, Observers or Air Gunners and
proceed along different courses until they come
together in .the “Overseas Pool” from whence
they proceed to Europe on Active Service.
There are penalties for poor judgment, advancement
and decorations for meritorious
conduct.
Retail Price One Dollar
The Copp Clark Co. Ltd.
495-517 Wellington Street, West
Toronto
Ontario
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"AN S.O.S. CALL"
MEISTERSCHAFT Employer’s Service finds demand for trained personnel greater
than supply. Capable high school graduates should prepare for business by the shortest,
surest methods. Personal training insures the speed and efficiency necessary for
responsible positions. Day and evening courses in Commerce and Matriculation.
"Ask the graduate Student"
MEISTERSCHAFT—''Master System" COLLEGE
Established 1889
2 ST. CLAIR AVENUE EAST, TORONTO, CANADA
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FIVE STYLE CENTRES
FEATURING THE FAMOUS
WEAR FOR MEN
“No one ever regretted buying quality.” For clear and
convincing proof of this, visit your nearest Fraser Store
. . . see the superb new line of the famous Forsyth
Merchandise we are now featuring.
There’s everything here
for the new season: the
new 1941 edition of the
famous Forsyth Guaranteed
Shirt ... a triumph
of master tailoring . . .
rich in exclusive patterns
and colours . . . new in
design and perfect in fit,
freedom and comfort.
See also Forsyth Pajamas
__ you’ll want them “for
the rest of your life” . . .
available in smart solid
colours, in distinctive patterns
and tailored from
imported fabric that’s the
last word in finish and
comfort.
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Visit your nearest Fraser Store now . . . there are five conveniently
located in Toronto and district ... all with a complete
line of Forsyth Merchandise for your choosing.
SHIRTS . . . PAJAMAS . . . CRAVATS
MUFFLERS . . . SHORTS
JACK FRASER LIMITED
PAJAMAS
1234 ST. CLAIR AVE. W.
3025 DUNYAS ST. W.
2636 DANFORTH AVE.
PAPE AND DANFORTH
59 MAIN STREET NORTH, WESTON

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For Better Value and Better Variety
in Smartly Styled, Young Men's
SUITS - TOPCOATS - HATS and FURNISHINGS
629 DANFORTH AVE. 2038 DANFORTH AVE.
West of Pape Ave.
West of Woodbine Ave.
Open Evenings
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GREENWAY PRESS
LIMITED
PRINTERS & BOOKBINDERS
312-18 Adelaide St. W.
Adelaide 1550
Toronto
IF IPS FOR SPORT WE HAVE IT
and You’ll Find Our Equipment
DISTINCTIVELY STYLED!
Our large staff of specialists are actively engaged in all
sports and much of our merchandise incorporates exclusive
features sportsmen appreciate.
PRICED RIGHT!
Whether you want the best or the next best you can
depend on the price.
LARGE SELECTION!
“Canada's Largest /or Radio and Sport”
TORONTO RADIO & SPORTS
LTD.
241 YONGE STREET
WA. 4501
Open Evenings

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NO COLD
DIPS.
A Gas
Water Heater
Assures you of a
plentiful supply of
hot water.
Ask about the Automatic
Gas Water
Heater Rental Plan.
Telephone AD. 9221
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The Consumers* Gas Company of Toronto
19 TORONTO ST.
732 DANFORTH AVE.
2532 YONGE STREET
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TENDER as Spring Chicken!
• Swift’s Premium Ham has
always been famous for its flavour.
But now it has a new tenderness
—tenderness such as you never
imagined before! Still the same
full flavour of course, but now
Swift’s Premium Ham is actually
"Tender as Spring Chicken!”
Swift Canadian Co. Limited

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BANKING SERVICE
Is an Everyday Necessity
SAVINGS ACCOUNTS—For investment or special-purpose
funds.
CURRENT ACCOUNTS—For Business and for Personal or
Household Disbursements.
SAFETY DEPOSIT BOXES—For securities and valued
papers.
MONEY ORDERS, TRAVELLERS’ CHEQUES, DRAFTS
LOANS—Business or Personal (including instalment Loans)
All Banking Services are Available to you and
your active use of them will be welcomed.
The BANK of
NOVA SCOTIA
Established 1832
VIGNEUX BROS.
Distributors of
Automatic Phonographs
Why not rent a Wurlitzer
for your party
— We Sell Used Records —
FREEMAN’S
FORMAL CLOTHES
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the rental of
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Three Stores to Serve You
571 Yonge St. KI. 3270
256 College St. - KI. 0991
990 BAY ST. MI. 3644 9A Queen St. E. - EL. 2027

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Advertisers Engraving Co. -
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Bank of Nova Scotia
7 Jack Watson
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Birks-Ellis-Ryrie -
106 Kirkpatrick
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Brown’s Athletic Equipment
108 Lake Simcoe Ice & Fuel
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Bishop Electric
100 Louise Gift Shoppe -
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Book Exchange
10S Letros Uptown Restaurant
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Cafeteria -
110 Marshall’s Drugs
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Carnahan’s Drugs
92 Mcistcrschaft College
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Chapman’s Books
110 Neilson’s -
Outside Back Cover
Charlie Yeast Donuts
109 Percy Waters, Florists
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Circle Radio Service
109 Quecnsdale Tea Room
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Columbus Grill
2 Rain Bros.
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Consumers’ Gas Co.
6 Rohcr’s Book Store -
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Copp Clark Co.
2 Rosedale Cleaners
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Cherry’s Shoe Store
97 Rowntrees
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City Dairy -
91 Siberry’s Clothing
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Canada Bread -
107 Superior Optical
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Danforth Sweets
106 Staples Hardware
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Dorais Stationery
109 Swift’s - ’ -
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94 Shaw Business College - Inside Back Cover
Engel’s Hair Dressing
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Freeman’s Clothes
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Gregg College -
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5 University of Western Ontario
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Honey Dew -
4 Victoria College
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Hooper’s Drugs
Inside Back Cover Vigncux Bros. -
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Harry Kennedy
107 Weller Business College
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Hunt’s Candies -
97 Welcome Tea Room - Inside Back Cover
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Highland Dairy
4 Wellesley Variety Shop
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Helen’s House of Corsetry
10 Wellesley Fish & Chips
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Imperial Bank
Inside Front Cover Winona Flowers
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106 Wilson’s Sporting Goods
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The Dedication
The Principal's Message
Editorial
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My Impressions of Canada
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A Symphony of Life
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So You Speak High School French l
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Blowing Bubbles -
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No Banners, No Bugles -
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Books—An Appreciation
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On Wings of Song
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Mr. Booth......................................
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The Boy Next Door
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Sailor, Beware l -
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The Ten School Maxims
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The Justice of Allah -
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The New Moon -
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Inside The Breakwater”
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Lost...............................................
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Our War Guests -
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Spies...............................................
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From A School Girl’s Diary -
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Scholarships -
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Staff Meeting -
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Bon Voyage......................................
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With the Forces -
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Mr. Wright .......................................
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Little Norway - - -
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Life is Like That -
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School Events -
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Phil-terings......................................
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The Seventh Period -
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: On Growing Up
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The Chase......................................
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Like Father, Like Son -
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Ginsler—A Portrait
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Words, Words, Words . . ! -
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Girls’ Sports......................................
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Organizations -
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Boys’ Sports.....................................
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Mr. Blatchford -
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School News..................................
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^Ihe Scot AcuyL . . .
“Mony a Puckle, mak’s a Muckle
Treinstated, freely into English it means
“Many a Mite, will show Our Mightl”
Let's be frugal with our cents, and buy
War Saving Stamps,—one at a time,
don't waste a dime, then watch Mad
Hitler pine!
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COME THEN
a LET US TO THE TASK
j TO THE BATTLE & THE TOIL
■j Each to Our Part, Each to Our
^ Station, Fill the Armies, Rule
•) the Air, Pour out the Munitions,
| Strangle the U-boats, Sweep the
8 Mines, Plough the Land, Build
the Ships, Guard the Streets^
\ Succour the Wounded, Uplift the
\ Downcast & Honour the Brave.
\ Let us go forward together
\ in all parts of the Empire, in all
\ parts of this Island. There is
\ not a week, nor a day, nor
J an hour to be lost.
Mr. Winston Churchill, the Prime Minister
*7he P>U4>uU>pxxlr4,
MeMacje,
THESE ARE STIRRING WORDS
To them Jarvis has made prompt and commendable response.
About one hundred and fifty of the school’s recent graduates are now in
the Navy, the Army and the Air Force.
The present pupils are entering enthusiastically into the work of the
various branches of Cadet Training offered them and are giving excellent
support to the numerous projects of the Jarvis War Service Council.
But the High School student has a responsibility to assume—a duty to
perform, quite aside from the giving of money or the making of supplies.
The need for well educated, well disciplined, well trained young men and
women is greater than ever before. It may be greater still before the end
of the war—and after.
It is, then, very clearly the duty of you students of Jarvis to discipline
yourselves to hard, purposeful work—to get the best possible training without
loss of time, so that you may be fit and ready for the task that lies before
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TTpOR MANY reasons Jarvis is proud of her war effort. Not only
JC does it embrace the whole school, but it has received the wholehearted
support of every student and teacher. Our enlisted members,
both from the staff and the student-body, are a source of pride and
strength to the school. In the section, “With The Forces”, the
number of names shows how Jarvis has answered the call. The
traditions of our school are carried on by members in every service,
both in the Canadian and the British Forces. Some of these boys
were members of the school cadet corps of last year. Many of this
year’s corps will soon join their comrades in uniform. The cadet
corps under our able teachers, gives much needed and greatly desired
practice in parade drill, first aid, telegraphy, signalling, map reading
and shooting.
Though this is a visible means of war support, yet there is another
phase, not so prominent, but equally important. It is an
effort in which the students—and the students only—are the sole
supporters. It is the matter of education. Under ordinary circumstances
it is serious enough to fritter away educational opportunities
which cost the taxpayer many hard-earned dollars. In war time it
borders on sabotage to play fast and loose with a school year through
neglect and laziness. For in that way you are diverting precious
dollars from the vital war effort to pay for your extra year. Since
every pupil costs the city $150 per year, the repetition of a year by
some thoughtless person takes $150 which would otherwise go towards
a bomber, a ship, or a tank. Every dollar counts. Therefore
be awake! Be alert! Aid the war effort!
Money means equipment; equipment in the hands of the Navy,
Army and Air Force means devastating blows on the enemy; sustained
blows by our armed forces means a shortened war. Another
method by which every student, from the firsts to the fifths, can
help to attain this goal, is to buy War Savings Certificates. Not
everyone can “join up”, but everyone can “join in”. The regular
purchase of a stamp every week or two weeks not only shows your
confidence in your country, but also gives you a feeling of comradeship
with the man in uniform.
As students you are taught the essence of citizenship; as good
citizens you cannot fail to put your training to the test and give the
best that is in you to strengthen your country at war. The methods
are numerous and varied, but there is one for every individual. Go
at it with a will:
Give all thou canst; high heaven rejects the lore
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Jarvis War
Service
Council
npHE WAR Service Council was formed just after the New Year.
The History Club started a war work committee last year and
they deserve credit for their splendid effort. The work became
greater and more involved, and it was turned over to an appointed
Council.
In the Council there are four committees, the Record and Correspondence,
the Knitting and Supplies, the Financial, and the
Contact and Distribution. The Record and Correspondence keep
in touch with the Jarvis Old Boys and send them school letters, the
Knitting Committee keeps all the girls in the school supplied with
wool, and the Contact and Distribution has sent fifteen service bags
to boys in the army, eighteen ditty bags to boys in the navy, and
before Easter hopes to have sent one to each Old Boy in the forces.
Everyone in the school has supported and co-operated wholeheartedly.
The Boys’ Club supplied the chocolate bars for the boxes
and they have backed the Council in every way. The students turned
out in pleasingly large numbers to the tea dance, the all-star
basketball game, and to programmes sponsored by the school clubs.
Many thanks are due to Mr. Allin, the Honorary President,
for his guidance and advice; to the teachers for their help and cooperation,
and to the committees for their splendid work.
The Council urges every student to help Canada’s war effort
by buying WAR SAVING STAMPS and by supporting our own
drive. We know that we can depend on the boys in uniform; let
us show them that they can depend on us.
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A GAIN this year the teaching staff of Jarvis has an altered appearance.
We have lost three of our most valued and popular
teachers. Mr. Booth is now head of the English Department at
Lawrence Park; Mr. Blatchford heads the Mathematics at Parkdale;
Mr. Wright is a lieutenant in the R.C.A. These three thoughout
their years at Jarvis have been an unfailing source of help and friendship,
not only to their fellow members of the staff, but also to the
student-body. Their association with our school will be long remembered
by all. Though we regret they are lost to us, we rejoice
that they have found other fields worthy of their talents.
We are fortunate this year in receiving such able recruits as Dr.
Millar and Mr. Coombs. Already they have entered unreservedly
into the life of our school. Dr. Millar plays a prominent part in the
activities of the War Service Council, and Mr. Coombs has taken
over the coaching of our Bantam rugby squad. Even now their classrooms
have an air of friendly co-operation that speaks well for the
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ARVIS is fortunate this year, in having in its midst pupils from
overseas. Already we have begun to feel their broadening influence
in our work, our writing, our music, and our clubs. This
pleasing mixture of the British manner and the British viewpoint with
the Canadian manner and the Canadian viewpoint cannot help but
produce a healthy spirit of fellowship between the old world and
the new. We are glad to welcome our friends from Britain, to enjoy
their friendship and their scholarship. We hope they may stay long
enough to learn to enjoy Canadian life and Canadian food; and that
when they return to their native soil they will not forget their Canadian
friends. Deeply though we regret the cause of their visit, we
rejoice in the fortunate chance that placed them among us. May
their stay be a happy one!
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THE :MAGNET, being a progressive magazine, has changed with
the times. Because of the nece sity for conserving our financial
resources to aid in the war, Th e Magn et this year has been reduced
in size. In keeping with the camera-conscious state of the younger
generation, we have, through the kindness of Mr. Moorhouse, more
photographs than ever in this issue. Despite the new name and fresh
treatment, you will no doubt recognize the old Form News under
the title of School News. For the first time in its twenty-two years
Tire Magnet has invaded the field of contests and prizes . Your response
this year will serve as a guide for future editions.
When browsing through the 1941 Magnet take time to think of
the untiring zeal of those teachers to whom the editorial staff, and the
school owe a deep debt of gratitude. Without their ceaseless effort
in the business end of the magazine , the photography, art, literature,
and the multitude of other details which take so much time and
energy, the business of publishing T he Mag net would be sorely
hampered-if possible at all. To those who contributed we express
our thanks. By reason of the reduced size we were not able to include
many articles, stories and pieces of art which merited print;
but whether your contribution was finally chosen or not , the staff
thanks you sincerely.
Read Th e Ma gnet, talk about it, enjoy it, try your best for next
year's ; and we of the staff will feel amply rewarded.

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I often used to dream about Canada, water was good too, cool and fresh. Outonce
I knew I might be going there. They side, the countryside whirled by at a great
were vague but pleasant dreams, usually rate; we inquired, and were told by a
about skiing down long cotton-wool slopes coloured porter that we were travelling
in bright sunny weather. I always glided about sixty miles per hour. The swaying
down easily and gracefully, and never train hurtled on and made the manipureached
the foot of the hill. Thus I formed lation of a meal in the dining car somefantastic
ideas that people in Canada were what of a problem,
always playing, living in log cabins, going My relatives were amused at first by my
on long journeys with huskies, skiing, and parsimony with the butter, but this was
skating by turns. I still like to imagine a soon forgotten and now I use it without
life like that, sweet, untroubled, and bliss- compunction. The new dishes set before me
ful in its ignorance of outside affairs. caused many uneasy qualms, however. At
On actually arriving at Quebec, I was home a fruit salad is served as a dessert,
very much struck by the cliffs which sup- here, as a second course with “lettuce”,
ported the city, the densely wooded banks, Fruit with lettuce, how unspeakable!
and the precarious railways along the very At school, I was first almost a foreigner
water’s edge. We stayed at Quebec for an but rapidy found my feet and picked up
afternoon and evening to get our pass- the meaning of “drug store”, “bobby-pin”,
ports checked. The evening was warm; “candy”, and current remarks such as,
myriad stars spangled the sky like a silver “You should know”, “Step on it”, and
net, while the lights of Quebec twinkled “What do you know about that”. Now my
saucily, bringing home to us the fact, as we Canadian friends complain that my instood
looking over the rail, that our black- fluence is teaching them to say “a sum”,
out days, or rather nights, were over. It instead of “a question”. But I doubt if it
was the only moment of the voyage that will ever stretch as far as to make them
lived up to the Canadian Pacific posters in give “gas” its proper designation of petrol.
Liverpool.
The shops, or, as I should now say,
The trains were the next excitement, for, stores, were rather overwhelming. The long
as we were by this time hardened travellers, escalators and six or seven storeys to which
the Customs presented no great thrill. The the lift—I mean elevator, carries you, predrinking
fountain amused us immensely, sented a vast and terrifying picture. My
We took a cup from a long tower of them, one idea was not to get lost. What could
and held it while water gushed forth; the I do in a huge shop, densely packed with

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people who seemed to know just what they
wanted and exactly where they were going?
I was not used to the speech and
would have had difficulty in understanding
what they said, even if they could have
made out what I asked! So I stuck close
until my ears accustomed themselves to the
accent.
First snow! I was pleasantly surprised;
and wrapped up warmly to go out. Next
day, the snow still being a novelty, as it is
every year, we had a topping snow-fight
and went home quite worn out. A week
passed, still snow! I had had enough personally,
but the weather clerk paid little
heed to me and sent—a blizzard, a tempest!
We unfortunately had been to a symphony
at Massey Hall and were returning late at
night. The wind howled and threw snow
at us in spadefuls; we shivered, but patient-
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ly awaited a street-car. The wind sought
out every unguarded spot and blew with
redoubled force; the snow pushed its way
into every nook and cranny, melted, and
trickled down our necks in icy-cold rivulets.
The car didn’t come and didn’t come. Just
when we, cold, miserable, and desperate,
had decided to walk, we heard the familiar
muffled bell, and saw the car appear in a
white shroud. Surely, now we would soon
be home, but, alas alack, the cars in front
stuck and we were taken home by inches—
after midnight.
The cold may be dreadful, but I infinitely
prefer it to the Canadian heat. In
winter, one can sit on a radiator instead
of near a comfortable sparkling fire, and
become reasonably thawed out, but in
summer there is no help, no relief — one
just melts.
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Men wish for fame, for wealth and glory,
And in their lives they only toil,
For that which, at life’s ending
Ts worthless, trivial, shadowy, and blind.
The simple things in this, our life on earth,
Things we have about us every day,
Should be dearer and more precious far
than gold,
For it is these that make our lives worth
while.
Myself, I love the stinging rain against my
face,
The sleek sidewalks and swishing of the
cars,
The softly-falling snow so pure and fresh
That blankets the earth, protects it from
the cold.
I love the frosty mornings, steaming cold,
The crisping of the snow beneath my feet
And the bellow of the wind within the vale.
I love the holy silence of a dusty church,
The richness of men’s voices in the choir,
The deep chords of the organ, resounding
through the chapel,
And the low echoing ringing of the bells.
To me there is no greater joy than achievement,
The satisfaction, contentment in a task
well done.
Ambition to do, labour in doing, and
success in having done
Some task, however small; for the least of
which,
If well done, becomes important to .our
inner selves.
I like to know that there is someone,
perhaps a friend,
Who thinks of me throughout the day, who
has great faith in me,
Who takes my hand and makes my troubles
Seem to be such minor things.
Above all I love that wonderment which
comes to me
When I remember that one Hand made
this world,
One Hand makes the moon and sun to
shine,
And the tiny stars to twinkle in the rich
black sky.
To you who moan and mourn with wailing
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Sa, 'Ifou Speak Jlixfh School fyn&nehi!
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English?”
Although he smiled sympathetically, he
The passer-by to whom I addressed this rattled on thoughtlessly about turning
question gave me a blank stare.
right here and left there. Then doffiing his
“Listen, Eileen,” whispered my sister, hat and crying, “Bonjour,” he was off.
“You know that these people don’t speak I followed the direction which he first
English. Since you’re in a French-speaking indicated until I came to the next corner,
town, why don’t you try your High School There I asked for further information.
French? Surely you can at least ask someone
to direct us.”
block, battling wits with another French­
I continued this procedure: Walking a
Certainly I could ask for directions in man, then walking another block.
French, but it is one art to be understood,
At the fourth corner I became exasperated.
Oh! If only someone spoke English!
and another to understand the reply.
Nevertheless, taking Marjory’s advice, I
tapped a prim and proper woman on the
I approved a huge man who was mowing
arm and murmured timidly,
his front lawn and impatiently said,
“Pardonnez - moi. Pourriez - vous me “Monsieur, je suis perdue; je ne sais pas
dire. . . .”
ou je suis. Voulez-vous. . . .”
She shook her shoulder, thrust her nose “Well! Well!” he cried joyously, in
skyward, gave me a disdainful glance, and English, drawing himself up to his full
walked off.
height and placing his hands on his hips.
I next pinned my hopes upon a man. “Well! And from what part of Ireland do
“Monsieur, s’il vous plait, oil se trouve you come, mavoureen?”
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That is what we are all doing, not only
in childhood but all through our lives —
blowing bubbles. In childhood we blow
them in the good old way, with a pipe and
a basin of water and soap-suds, and we
watch with mingled delight and wonder the
transparent filmy balloons, reflecting all
the colours of the rainbow, as they sail
up or down, to finally burst, and disappear
into thin air.
In later life we construct them of what
often turns out to be equally filmy and unsubstantial
material, though they still seem
to contain bright hues. In youth for instance,
we blow our bubbles of love, and
very bright and airy they are. They go
sailing on with such a grace and so much
beaut}' that we wish—and believe—they
may float on forever. However, in time
these bubbles burst and are succeeded by
a stronger bubble—ambition.
From ambition we blow our bubble of
reputation, which we may seek “even in
the cannon’s mouth”. Even in old age “the
lean and slipper’d pantaloon” his bubble
blows. This time it is blown of hope. It
brings before him visions of his boyhood
days and hope that many years may still
pass before the bubble of life is broken.
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Monsieur Rochet closed his shop early
that afternoon. With a disapproving grunt
he turned from the narrow doorway, to
survey the afternoon’s waning light. Then
pocketing his ring of brass keys, and drawing
his cap down over his ears, he started
out. Rue St. Eugene was empty, but for
two idlers who gazed up at a lone airplane
disappearing into the smoky, grey clouds.
M. Rochet felt more depressed than was
usual for him, because his beloved city
was no more his. Business was particularly
poor; in fact it had been so long since anyone
had rung his bell that he had tried it
himself to see if it still rang. Of course that
was to be expected. “C’est la guerre,” he
would say to himself with a shrug of his
shoulders; and behind his door curtains he
would shake a clenched fist at the columns
of grey-coated, stell-helmeted troops marching
by.
He hastened on, only looking up occasionally
to see sad-eyed people waiting
in long lines before a dingy shop to receive
their meagre rations. At this point, the
street crossed the Seine and for a moment
M. Rochet paused to look between the
cement pillars of the bridge. He caught a
Bert Hyde, 5C
glimpse of the hazy skyline fading into the
twilight. He could look no more. He hurried
on, not wishing to keep his friend waiting.
His only comforting thought was an invitation
to supper which he would enjoy,
especially with an old friend like Henri.
Henri Francois Gadat and he had been
comrades in the last war. They had shared
everything—even their thoughts and feelings.
With the passing of years this friendship
grew deeper and richer. The marketplace
and park he passed without stopping
and the two remaining blocks soon lay behind
him. M. Rochet was received by
Henri, full of welcomes, and the two sat
down to supper and a light wine. Pushing
back their plates, the men sat in silence,
smoking thoughtfully. It was Henri who
spoke first, his voice hesitant but friendly.
“Alphonse, I see that you are troubled.
Come, what is the matter?”
“Matter? Why, mon ami, our beautiful
city—have you seen it?”
Henri nodded gravely, “Yes, what a pity.
But we are helpless, we must have courage,
yes indeed. Though our country is occupied,
we are still truly French, n’est-ce pas?”
To this, Alphonse made no reply but sat,
gloomily listening to the wind in the
chimney. Suddenly with a jump Henri
sprang towards Alphonse, seizing him by
the shoulders, his brown eyes burning
eagerly. The excited words came tumbling
from his lips.
“Alphonse! Listen to me! The most
wonderful idea has just come to me! Look
in this drawer, our flag—listen—in the
market-square! Look, it is dark. You see—
don’t you?” Alphonse, startled by Henri’s
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Barry Lynd, 3D
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What constitutes a really good book? trials and tribulations undergone by Jean,
What outstanding definite quality makes and thrills to the ecstasy of the love
one book exceed another in merit? Such of Marius and Cosette. He endures all
a question would, I believe, receive a varied the pain wrought upon the apparently
number of answers.
abandoned Jean, that lovable, soulful cre-
There are those who thrill only to the ation of a master’s pen.
action-packed adventure yarns, or perhaps There is a fine description of the battle
to the spine-tingling tales of murder and of Waterloo and a short but interesting
madness, crammed with intrigue and study of Napoleon. There are also a great
baffling mystery. To such readers, only many excellent maxims in the book, such
such tales as Bulldog Drummond Strikes as: “Love is the salutation of the Angels
Back or Trent’s Last Case would bear to the Stars”, and “There are times when,
much weight. However, there are those who whatever be the altitude of the body, the
persistently and eagerly burrow among the soul is on its knees”,
deeper, more profound works of such The part of the story which impressed
authors as Hendrick Van Loon, Victor me most was the death scene of Jean
Hugo, the adroit French romanticist, or Valjean. This gentle-hearted creature’s
Emil Ludwig, the inimitable biographer. suffering arose not only from a physical
The best book which I have read this source, but from his torn, pain-racked soul,
year is a masterpiece from the pen of When enlightened as to the love that
Victor Hugo, entitled Lcs Miserables. This Cosette, the only human he ever loved,
book has a truly remarkable assortment of and her husband, Marius, bore for him, he
characters, ranging from idealistic youths died with a profound sense of peace. The
and pure maidens to sour policemen and reader also has a share of this peace and
grizzled soldiers. These characters, created contentment as he reluctantly closes the
by Hugo, really live in my mind. The book which has brought him many happy
reader of Les Miserables suffers all the hours.
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CHARLES W. BOOTH, B.A.
Mr. Booth taught for a few years at
Riverdale and Windsor Collegiates before
coming to join the English staff at Jarvis.
During his eleven years here his personality
and ability won for him the esteem and
affection of Both students and staff.
During his last five years, he gave invaluable
help and advice as one of the
teacher-advisers on The Magnet staff. The
Public Speaking Club, which was his special
interest, was one of the most lively and
useful organizations in the school, Mr.
Booth’s unfailing gentlemanliness, his gift
of subtle humour, his mastery of his subjects,
and the conscientious manner in
which he discharged the many irksome
duties connected with composition — such
are some of the qualifications that have
met with their just reward — our friend s
promotion to the headship of the English
Department at Lawrence Park Collegiate.
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THE MAGNET, 1941
I had just settled down cosily when the “How old was he?” interrupted Bertram.
door-bell rang. Leaving my book, I hurried “Oh, about twelve years old I guess, now
to answer the door. There stood our new don’t interrupt me, let me finish the story.”
neighbour and her four-year-old son. “I want to hear about Goldie-locks instead,”
he replied.
“I just came over to see if you would
mind entertaining my darling Bertram “All right. Once upon a time. . . .”
while I go to the show. I know you won’t “Why do you always say once-upon-amind,
will you?”
time? What does it mean? I want to go
“But, Mrs. . ”
upstairs now.”
“Oh, I know you will say you have had Seizing the opportunity, I hastily put him
no experience with children before, but he’s to bed and turned off the light. I had just
such a good little child that you won’t know settled down with my long-forgotten book,
he’s around. I will be back for him about when the young scamp called:
ten o’clock.Of course you understand that “I want to sleep in the other bed, it’s
he is to have a little nap in the meantime.” bigger.”
“Well, I’m afraid I. ...”
I trudged wearily up the stairs, put him
“Oh, I trust you my dear. Good-bye my into the other bed, and went downstairs
sweetheart, mother will be back soon,” and again, book in hand,
she was walking hurriedly down the street. The door-bell rang. 1 raced to the door,
It was about seven o’clock on that dread jubilant at the thought of getting rid of
evening when Mrs. Carter left me to my Bertram. I asked Mrs. Carter in, telling
fate. I led Bertram into the living-room her that Bertram was up in bed.
and handed him the funnies.
“And so! I can’t trust you after all. In-
“I want to turn on the radio,” said.the stead of looking after my little angel you
little rascal. I succumbed to his desires. The read a trashy book.” She marched up the
ear-piercing noise that issued was enough stairs, and grabbing her little “sleeping
to waken the dead, but luckily it only beauty” from the bed, she came down
brought my mother from the kitchen. When again. Her parting shot was, “You’ll be
she. discovered who our guest was, she de- sorry, young lady. Next time you shan’t
cided to go out for the evening. I hurried- have the privilege of minding little Bertram,
ly turned off the radio, only to discover That will teach you.”
that Bertram’s lungs were stronger than the It did.
tubes.
After a surprising short time, he began
asking his intelligent questions.
“How can the sun stick up in the sky?”
he asked. “Is it glued on? Who glued it
on, the angels?”
Between fits of laughter I told him that
I thought God put it there.
Then he proceeded.
“Why did God put it there?” After being
told it was to lighten the earth, he
asked:
“Why did God put the sun there when
we have the electric lights?”
Avoiding this topic, I asked him if he
would like to hear a story.
“Once upon a time,” I began, “There
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“Come on, Murray. Coach will come
back and catch me skipping pool again if
we don’t get out of here in a hurry.”
We made the top floor, talked a minute
with the editor as he sneaked out to lunch,
and headed for the locker room. Unfortunately,
the portal to that great seat of
knowledge, Room 41, stood ajar, and the
keen senses of Miss McRobert told her that
we were passing. She looked up.
In a case of this kind, there is but one
refuge, the washroom. We dashed in with
combined feelings of thankfulness and
daring at having won a victory over so
powerful an adversary. We engaged in a
consultation as to our next plan of attack
with Pete, who had been leaning out of
the window talking to the editor.
But we had figured without Miss Mc­
Robert. She used strategy of a higher order
than that we were accustomed to combat.
“Break up this executive meeting here,
you fellows.” It was Mr. Brokenshire. With
drooping faces we left our sanctuary to
face the wrath of Miss McRobert, Murray
taking a course toward the locker room,
and Pete and I heading down the hall. You
can see that this splitting-up was tricky
feewG/ie!
Bill Burgess, 5C
and quite enough to foil a less formidable
pursuer. Fortunately for Murray, we were
the ones picked on.
“We’re just on our way to a study
room,” said Pete, on being apprehended.
“We were down talking to Mr. Allin,” I
added, using an excuse which has helped
Upper through many a delicate situation.
“That’s fine,” returned our indomitable
pursuer. “I’ll go along to see that you don’t
get lost.”
We were duly escorted to Mr. Cook’s
room, where we slumped into a couple of
back seats, while Miss McRobert gave a
detailed report on the situation. I had no
more than taken an inventory of my school
bag when down comes Mr. Cook and
demands a time-table from each of us,
showing our schedule for the week, especially
for the fourth period, Friday morning.
This put me in a rather embarrassing
position, as I was registered for that period
with Mr. Bowman. After much consideration
I wrote down a study in Room 47 for
that period and then scribbled across the
top of the sheet in illegible writing:
“Subject to change without notice.”
^Ue MgjU+hA, of a fl.Q.9. Pupih' School ^bcufA
1. Thou shalt have no other thoughts
than thy school work; otherwise shalt thou
become neglectful of thy studies and be
taken to task by thy principal.
2. Thou shalt not be absent from thy
school; otherwise thy teacher shalt phone
thy parents and inform them of thy neglectfulness.
3. Thou shalt not skip any detentions
which thy teachers see fit to impose upon
thee, nor shalt thou cause any inconvenience
such as back talk, whispering, or neglecting
to do thy just amount of homework.
4. Five days of every week shalt thou
attend thy school and be obedient to thy
betters, namely thy teachers. During these
days shalt thou pay strict attention to thy
Ralph Johnson, 5B
work. Two days of every week shalt thou
have a holiday, remembering only to do
thy homework before Monday.
5. Honour thy staff, that thy days in
Jarvis may be long and beneficial to thyself.
6. Thou shalt not stick thy feet in the
aisle, lest thy teacher or fellow-students
trip over them.
7. Thou shalt not copy thy neighbour’s
homework, especially Latin; otherwise shalt
thy teacher make thee do thy homework
-under his watchful eye.
8. Thou shalt not take thy neighbour’s
pencil nor shalt thou chew it, nor shalt
thou appropriate his pen or paper.
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Robert Mayer, 4C
The white sands of the undulating dunes
seemed to rise, moved by the billowy heatwaves.
Casselton wondered why his department
did not send him at night when
it was cool. Now the land was seething hot,
like the furnace of the Infernal.
Yussef, the guide, reigned in his horse.
A gaunt desert warrior suddenly materialized
from the sandy wastes. Under his arm
he carried a heavy service rifle, whose
gleaming barrel had
first drawn the attention
of the British
officer and his guide.
The figure signalled
them to follow him,
and wound his way
between the maze of
sandy dunes. Soon
they saw before them
a round basin-like
depression hidden by
the piled-up sea of
sand. Here stood a
collection of black,
camel-hair tents on
brought in by two armed guards. The
green-turbaned holy one arose, and pointing
to the prisoner, said:
“Thou art condemned to death for informing
the foe. A means of death will soon
be decided upon.”
The condemned man leaned forward,
nervously fingering his beard. He looked at
the stern Sheik beseechingly. “Will my life
be spared and my freedom restored if I
give important information?”
Casselton,
smiling significantly,
whispered to
his host at his side,
“He wants to be
pardoned for informing
by informing”.
The Sheik was no
philosopher. Material
gain was his
only interest. He did
not even appreciate
the remark as a witticism.
“That depends on
rectangular frames.
There were no foul-smelling fires of dried the information,” he growled,
dung and wood, as there usually were in “Oh Chief, I shall deliver unto your
Nomad camps. The beasts of burden were hands a greater one than I; one of the
tethered; all was still.
enemy’s greatest spies.”
In the largest tent Sheik Adul ben Kajah “Agreed. Thou shall be spared if thy infully
serve our side henceforth.”
welcomed the British officer. Then showing formation shall prove to be the truth, and
him to a camel-hair mat, he said in halting thou shalt swear by the Koran to faith -
English:
“We are about to administer the justice “I do, oh Merciful One,” he cried, and
of Allah.”
his face relaxed into a smile.
“Honoured am I to look on the Wise,” “Very well, who is it, and where may he
said Casselton in North African Arabic, be found?” asked the Sheik.
Then the lesser Sheiks paid their respects
to the Englishman. He was keenly aware
of the fierce looks exchanged between his
host and the religious man in the green
turban.
“I hope those fellows don’t start settling
their differences while I’m around,” he
thought to himself. When they had all seated
themselves in a semi-circle, a man was
“He whom ye seek is in our midst.”
The chief Shiek drew his knife.
“Name the son of a jackal!” he snarled.
“Yonder, he who judged me; Hassan el
Kabur!”
The holy one in the green turban burst
into uproarious laughter.
“The proof! ” said Sheik, his narrow eyes
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looked significantly at the knife, then
motioned that the watch be given to the
English soldier. On the inner side of the
watch was a photograph of the holy man,
underneath the picture were a few lines in
Italian, stating that the man in the photograph
was a trusted member of the Italian
Intelligence Service, who should be given
immediate passage, wherever he wished to
go-
When Casselton finished his translation
the Sheik spat in the face of the traitor.
“Death by steel is not fitting for such a
misbegotten son of an adder. Let him be
staked in the sand, that the vultures may
pick out his eyes and fight over his bones.”
voices rose from the surrounding sheiks,
subsiding at a gesture from the Chief. The
holy man looked about him with an amused
air of unconcern.
“Ask for his time-piece,” said the
prisoner, becoming bolder at the sound of
his own voice. The flesh about the holy
man’s eyes became pale; one could not
guess whether from fear or anger.
“Surely, oh Chief! the time-piece.” The
holy one reached under his burnoose. Quickly
the Sheik stepped behind him, knife held
at his back. The holy one was still. At a
sharp command an official came forward.
He took out of the loose folds a long knife
and a battered silver watch. The Chief
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“Boy am I hungry. . . .” “ Lend me a
nickel for some ice cream?” “Say if I had
a nickel I would get some myself. . . .”
“Did anybody have a science examination
yesterday? You did? What were the
questions?” “Is that chocolate mild?. It
looks terrible. . . “It is. . . .” “Listen,
if you want the science questions ask Miss
Cosens. She’ll even give you paper to write
the answers on. . . “I’ll trade you a ham
sandwich for a cheese. . . .” “How did you
get some ice cream? I thought you wanted
to borrow a nickel. . . .” “You’re slow!
Someone lent me twenty-five cents. . .
“Does anybody know the science questions?
Oh, never mind. There goes the bell. I
guess I’ll fail again. . . .”
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Alberta Rooney, ID
It’s lovely in the spring,
When all the buds come out,
When all the little flowers
Are starting then to sprout.
It’s lovely in the summer,
When all the flowers in bloom
Take time to show their beauty
From morn till afternoon.
It’s lovely in the autumn,
And all the trees are filled
With beauty and with colour,
Such as God has willed.
It’s lovely in the winter,
When all the trees are bare,
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Joan Cowan, 3C
The new moon is a sickle
That reaps the meadow sky;
The daisy stars go toppling, .
As its blade goes swinging by.
The meadow’s very fertile,
And blossoms in the shade;
But every night it’s mowed by
The new moon’s sickle blade.
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Shirley Ashmore, 2A
Twilight of a summer evening!
The sun has died away;
The beauties of the day appear
In Nature’s grand display.
The sky has turned to violet,
The trees to misty grey,
The water, in its secrecy
Reflects an unknown ray.
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Somewhere in that wild melee
Beats a true heart, strong and free,
Fighting for Democracy,
As Canada carries on!
And now these brief few minutes
Of ecstasy are gone,
Leaving the earth in darkness
Until the rise of dawn.
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Sound those words that won the last,
Sound them loud, “They shall not pass!
Shall not tread on British soil
While Canada carries on!”
All Canadians feel the same,
Sure, this man must be insane
To try to conquer all the earth,
When Canada carries on!
We shall show him, now, forever,
And for peace we shall endeavour,
This is the last of all wars ever—
For Canada carries on!
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Joan Cowan, 3C
One vernal day I wandered
O’er wooded hill and dale,
And found a secret colony
Of trilliums white and frail.
As near their haunt I lingered
A sweet song filled the air,
It was a plaintive melody,
Both delicate and rare.
I paused to hear their message
So sad, so sweet, so true,
It was their song to all mankind—
A heart-appeal to you.
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Row upon row of silent, eager writers
Ponder deep, and rub the grooved
brow.
Line upon line, the proof of latent talent
Flows from pens that never wrote ere
now.
Some urging spirit, hidden inspiration
Lies behind these many pens that
roam
Across white sheets of azure-lined paper—
Lol Mr. Ferguson is working on a
poem!
“We are the pilgrims of nature
Singing the chant of the wood,
We are the pilgrims of beauty,
Hidden in solitude.
Heed then the pleading of our song
Spoil not these fairy belles,
Restrain your hands and thus conserve
These glories of your dells.”
Allowed to rise in splendour
In their native sod,
May the trillium live forever
As the handiwork of God.
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We had just finished a satisfying lunch
of tomatoes, ham, hard-boiled eggs, and
oranges, at an altitude of 2,500 metres on
top of Culand, a mountain in southern
Switzerland. A group of us had come from
college for a week of mountain-climbing.
We had climbed from the little village of
Taveyanna, where we were staying at a
quaint chalet in a lovely green valley.
Suddenly lightning flashed across the
sky. Strangely, no
thunder followed,
and we thought that
the heat must have
caused it. We all
tried to joke, but we
found it difficult.
The air was hot,
motionless and dead.
Mr. Veaudoux, our
leader, decided that
we must leave for
home at once. We
descended in silence
the path which we
had climbed so gaily.
A thick, heavy fog
was around us, and
we shivered.
The snow, which
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Martha. Schober, 2A
leader, and we followed him down the lefthand
path.
The voices of the other group were
swallowed up by the thunder and the beating
of the rain. We went on for five hours,
only stopping occasionally for a few minutes
to recover our breath. We were all tied together
by a rope and we stumbled into
yard-deep holes, immense cracks, and
creeks. We soon realized that Mr. Veaudoux’s
group had
gone the right way,
but it was impossible
for us to turn back.
Our flashlights were
useless and we were
all discouraged. I
tried to whistle, and
I heard David up
ahead, attempting
to hum. Three jerks
of the rope told us
that David had seen
something. It was a
light. We followed
the light and came
to a small cottage
and a barn.
The hut was empty,
but we stepped
usually burnt and browned us, was icy inside and warmed ourselves around the
and cold. The lightning was now accom- fire. David and his pal, Joseph, went to look
panied by thunder. We hurried on; we for our would-be host. He was a tall old
knew that we might easily become lost.
The fog thickened more quickly than
we had expected, and we could not see
more than a few yards ahead. Mr. Veaudoux
stopped suddenly. We had arrived
at a fork in the path. We saw that he
did not know which route led home.
He divided us into two groups and we
separated. Most of the girls went with him.
There were ten of us left—seven boys and
three girls. I was a fairly good climber and
not easily frightened, so I-was among the
three girls. David, the oldest and most experienced
of our group, was chosen as
man in national Swiss costume. He had a
long white beard and long hair. His blue
eyes were fixed upon us, and after a long
embarrassing silence, he spoke slowly in
French:
“I have not met youth for thirty years.
I have forgotten their language. I am afraid
of youth.” After a second pause he added
ungraciously, “Make yourselves comfortable”.
He gave us supper, then went out,
leaving one candle burning in the room. We
were all dead tired, and we lay down on
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comrades who had taken the other path.
Suddenly we heard a hiss, and we crowded
around David. How were we going to
thank our old host? We decided to do something
for him. We sent a spy out to find
the old man. He reported that the hermit
had gone out to his goats. So we three girls
set to work to mend everything which needed
it. We even opened the drawers in the
chest. The boys washed the floor, the walls,
they washed and dried the dishes, they
cleaned every thing in sight, and they made
the two beds. We dared not light up the
house, and in the darkness we stumbled into
wash-basins, furniture, and each other.
We had a queer feeling. We were trying
an experiment and we wondered what results
we would see. We had changed the
positions of his few pieces of furniture and
we now thought the cottage looked beautiful.
Finally, worn out and aching, but with
everything in order, we curled on our
blankets and fell asleep on the floor.
We were awake early next morning. The
sun was brilliant and the sky resembled a
blue velvet curtain drawn across an un-
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J. Bradley, 2E
There once was a Lion named Britain,
Whose haven was over the sea,
And a strong Prussian dog was his
neighbour,
Whose homeland was Germany.
The years passed by and much went awry,
For Germany mightier grew;
’Till he leapt out of bound, and his enemy
downed,
The helpless French poodle he slew.
Then the Prussian dog’s lunatic master,
Feeling so proud of his might,
Accepted the Englishman’s challenge,
And struck in the dead of the night.
For weeks the vulturous war birds,
Polluted the English skies,
But the arm of the Briton rose and fell,
Smashing them down like flies.
The years passed by, and no Lion did die,
But every day stronger grew;
Until one day, as he wounded lay,
The Prussian cried, “England — I’m
through!”
pleasant scene. The birds were singing and
the flowers were blooming. Our first thought
was the old man. We hurried to the window
and we saw him crossing the yard. We ran
out to greet him enthusiastically, but he
just nodded in return. We followed him into
the house, full of curiosity. We all watched
him as he looked around. His expression
rapidly changed from incredulity to
surprise, joy, horror, incomprehension. But
we saw in his face what we wanted to see—
that his attitude towards us — towards
youth—towards the world—had changed.
He did not say a word as he inspected our
work. After we had all had breakfast and
tidied up the chalet, he took us down to
Taveyanna, where we met the rest of our
company.
Our hermit moved into a little chalet in
the village, and later became the village
priest. He has always remained our best
friend. We still are thrilled when we hear
him tell our story, and when we hear him
add:
“La jeunesse, c’est un miracle.”
Jlim&UcJzA
One day the Australian navy
Was sailing the ocean, so wavy.
Some ships came in sight,
Not wanting to fight,
But the dagos went visiting Davy. (Jones)
One day, I have heard tell,
On the day when Albania fell,
The Greeks in their skirts
Chased Mussi’s black shirts
Right into the abyss of . . . (you know)
There was once an Italian navy,
’Twas sunk ’neath the ocean so wavy.
Now Duce is in fits
For the loss of his ships,
And his army is lost in the gravy. (Greece)
—Donald Dollar, IB
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There’s a brave bulldog called Britain,
In the English Channel he’s sittin’,
In his mouth he holds
Hitler’s pants by the folds,
And you can certainly hear them rippin’!
—Logan Forsythe, IB

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1. JOAN PERRY
" Never in my life have I known 11 school
that had so many Tea Dan ces (which never
serve tea). What with choir, orchestra,
concerts, assemblies and commencement,
and all, I wonder how we get any work
done. StilI, we don't do bad ly."
Latcs- -"Y ou have devised a horr id
system of lates. At home no punishment
was meted out-we simply missed prayers.
One of these days I may be one of the 8.45
comers- to see how it feels."
2. JEAN GRAY
Food-\Yell, your food is very different.
I had never before tasted or even seen hot
dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob, pumpkin
pie or other pies either. Cana dians do
have such strange food.
Cosmetics-v-i was ama zed at the hair
styles, nail polish and make-up to be seen
in the Canadian schools. At home we ar e
not allowed to use cosmeti cs or nail polish
a nd we could only have one row of curls.
3. ISOBEL ROBERTSON
Dislikcs- The rainb ow - coloured socks
a ffected by the most dashing of Jarvis boys.
Li stening to wireless programmes in which
t he sugary tones of an announcer break in
to remind us to use Daphne's Divine Dishwater
. People who run down Scotti sh
weather. People who expect her to know
the meaning of Burns' dialect words.
Lik cs-Our brown sugar and buttered
pop corn . Not having to pay for every
te lephone call. Th e snow and the slush. T he
people, and especially those of Jarvi s " who
'have been so kind to m e~r rather, since
I am sure I may speak for all the war
guests-to us".
4 . CHARLES WALTON
" I haven't any exciting stories to tell,"
sa id Charlie, " For I have never been in an
ai r raid, nor have I been torpedoed." After
a long pause he asked, "Do you think a
sto rm at sea would be interestin g? " Then,
"When we finally docked we learn ed that
we had also been in great danger from a
submarine".
quem
A s Interviewed by E ILEE N J EFFRIES , 4C
" Go on," I gasped.
"T he crossing was rough until the th ird
day, when we rose to a calm sea. In the
evening the sea lashed in fury at our ship.
No longer did she roll from starboard to
port, but from stem to stern . As each roaring
breaker hit her bow, our gaze was
thr own heavenward. Then with a sickening
roll she plunged bow first int o the gully
of the black sea. Sky and sea were distinguishable
only by a horizon of flying
foam.
"Among us passengers there was no
pani c. T he sto ical mien of the sailors reassured
us and turned our thoughts to all
those of Britain 's sons who consta ntly defied
both sea and gale."
"And what abo ut the submarine? " I
asked.
"Oh that? Since we did not realize our
danger until it had passed, that wasn't
thr illing."
5. PETER MORGAN
Peter is one boy who brought home to
my mind the impert urbable charact er of the
British. He was disinclined to ta lk abou t
himself, but finally stated that since his
arrival here he has received news that his
house has been bombed . Phil osophically he
added, " It is a wonder it didn 't happen
before".
On Sports- "Your football here is really
different from ours, which is more a form
of soccer. I'm looking forward to seeing my
first baseball game, so that I can compare
it with cricket.
On Slang- "Oh , I like it. It's really not
bad because we have our own slang too."
6. JOHN GODFREY
John, who is a member of 4£, is the lat est
of our war guest arrivals. He was in London
at the height of the air raids. Many of us
heard him tell of his experiences at a meeting
of the History Club, where he actually
showed us fragments of bombs and shells
which fell in his own garden.
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arguing each night, because the people who
had their own shelters felt lonely in them
and used the public shelters, thus excluding
those who owned none.
Every night at 7.30 queues of people
with mattresses under their arms lined up,
waiting for the shelters to open. If they
were left open during the day, many people
would live in them. As it is, quite a few
live in the underground stations.
The Spirit oj the Londoners
I cannot help saying how marvellous they
are and how brave. For instance, if you go
into the East End you will see many battered
shops; but in every window it will say,
“Business As Usual.”
7. SHEILAH and
8. HECTOR MOORE
THE MAGNET, 1941
The musical ability of these two is indicative
of the artistic gifts which our war
guests have brought to Jarvis.
More Musk—Hector is delighted with
the good music available to Canadians in
the form of Summer Symphonies and
Massey Hall programmes. At home, he said,
there is little such music, except at the
Albert Hall.
Gratitude—Sheilah expressed her gratitude
to Canada in a novel manner, “It’s
great to be here, for in England you must
carry a gas mask, on board ship a life-belt
and now only a muff”.
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Canada must guard against spies! Just
in case you don’t recognize one, I should
like to tell you that if you meet a man
with a little red notebook and licking the
lead of a green pencil, you must look again.
If on the second glance he has a false nose,
black eyebrows, beard and moustache, you
must smile upon him disarmingly and ask
him sweetly if he has lost anything. He
will grunt first, and when you politely beg
his pardon, will yell “No”. Your suspicions
are now most definitely aroused, and the
next move is to offer to help him. Insist
on this as it is a very good point.
“Mon Dieu,” he will scream, just to mix
you up. “Mon Dieu! I have lost nothing.
Go away.”
“Oh, you are a German, are you?” you
say. “What a nice black hat. Where did
you get it?” At this he faints, as he realizes
you know everything. All that remains to
be done is to hand him over to the authorities.
The most dangerous type of spy is the
beautiful slender woman who sidles up to
you and lets her eyes gleam at you through
long silky lashes. She lifts one eyebrow at
you and whispers through the side of her
mouth, “Quick one?” You must instantly
retort in the same stage-whisper from the
corner of your mouth, “Two doubles, on
me”, and put your hand excitedly forward
to receive the plans of a new aeroplane
from her. She, alas, suspects you for some
unknown reason (perhaps she’s psychic)
and jumping up, she says that she’s not
that kind of a gal. Now you know that
she is definitely suspicious and may bump
you off any minute. Fast work is required
and you must reach for the nearest weapon.
This happens to be your umbrella and,
seizing this, you swing out quickly, catching
her over the noggin. She crumples up
swiftly and you just catch her before she
takes poison pellets. The plans will then
be found and you will have saved your
country again, and may have a good
dinner—if you can pay for it.
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Marilyn Hunter, IB
Today I put on my flying sandals and
flew over to London. I visited the new
section of the museum which contains the
relics of life during the Second World War.
People are coming from every part of the
universe to visit it. I met my friend from
Uranus, with whom I spent last summer on
Mars.
I certainly felt sorry for those unfortunate
creatures who lived in 1941. They
were so ignorant that they believed Earth
to be the only inhabited planet. I myself
have visited all the planets except Saturn,
and I expect to go there in the Spring.
I wandered among the glass cases containing
their clothes. They were picturesque
perhaps, but very clumsy. Those
poor people had to wash their clothes and
wear them again. How unsanitary! Now we
just put our glass fabric clothes into the
incinerator.
They had to cook most of their food,
and ate it, served on china plates, while
they sal at a table. I should think that our
super-concentrated vitamin tablets which
we eat three times a day, are far more convenient;
certainly they save work and fuss.
They walked or rode in weird conveyances
if they wanted to travel. They had
large boats for crossing the oceans. Now
even great-grand-grandpa flies over himself.
And our moving sidewalks take us almost
anywhere in a twinkling.
Their houses were ridiculous, too. They
were made of dried clay bricks and were
stationary. Our vibro-translucent movable
cottages are handy when we want to move
to a different locality.
Professor Wong Tsee is taking us to
Tibet tomorrow, to study the language
there. Now I must prepare my biochemistry
lesson over the radio-graph.
“. . . so The Magnet’s coming out again,
eh? Well, that will be something to read
for a while. They say it’s coming out earlier
this year . . . something to do with the
Easter closing. Boy, I remember how I
used to try and sell that magazine back in
Second Form. You’d tell the fellows it
would be out next week; next week comes
along and you have to tell them the publisher
is holding us up or something, and that
it will be out the following week for sure.
Then you’d think up another excuse for
that week. If you said it would come out
Monday it would come out the Friday
Once. Attain!
Ross Davidson, 4C
after. Well, I'Ve had enough of that end
of the magazine, I’ll read it over for a
change. . . . What? You want me to write
a story for it? Have you ever read anything
I’ve written? The highest I’ve ever got on
a comp, was a “C”. Naw, I’ll let somebody
else write the stories and I’ll read ’em. . . .
Well, come to think of it I did do a few
things this summer. . . . Sure, I could write
about the time I slept in the graveyard. . .
Oh, oh, there goes the five-to bell and I’ve
got to get my books yet. . . . O.K. Al, I’ll
see you again and I’ll think about that
story. So long. . .

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THE MAGNET, 1941
Pnige WinneM. &( 1941
Presented at the Annual Commencement
November 22nd, 1940
Scholarship—so ardently sought after, but attained by so few—
is very popular in Jams. Through diligent study and hard work the
following group of students have brought honour, not only to themselves,
but also to Jarvis. We rejoice in their ability and sincerely
hope their attainments will prove a worthy incentive to others.
TOP ROW (left to right):
Don D’Arcy—Centenary Academic Award.
James Jenkins—The Prince of Wales Scholarship, The Reuben
Wells Leonard Scholarship for General Proficiency, The
First Edward Blake Scholarship in Algebra, Geometry.
Physics and Chemistry, The First Carter Scholarship for
Toronto. He also ranked for: The First Edward Blake
Scholarship in French and German, The First Edward
Blake Scholarship in French and Latin, The First Edward
Blake Scholarship in two of French, German, Spanish,
Italian, The Second Edward Blake Scholarship in Mathe
matics and Physics.
Bill Wade—Centenary Academic Award.
SECOND ROW:
Marion Gray—Valedictorian.
Marion Staples—The Jean Allin Optima Trophy.
Gladys Cooper—Chase Prize in Middle School English
and Centenary Academic Award.
THIRD ROW:
Robert McCoy—Centenary Academic Scholarship.
Paul Hammond—John Wanless Optimus Trophy.
Howard Lacey—Centenary Academic Award.
FOURTH ROW:
Audrey Upton—Frances M. Stinson Athletic Cup.
Jean Ross—Centenary Athletic Prize.
FIFTH ROW:
Margaret Ashmore—F. H. Clarke Geography Prize.
Arthur Campbell—Centenary Athletic Prize.
Rosemary Buckham—Prize in Lower School English.

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Mr. Holmes—I was in Paris too, come to
think of it, I didn’t do too badly either.
(Gives Mr. Nelson a dig with his elbow.)
Mr. Hill—That’s got it, see; why it can’t
fail; it’s a cinch. . .
Mr. Bowman—Yes man, but look. . .
Mr. Hill—Oh he can get around that;
why there’s nothing to it.
Mr. Allen—It can’t be done; the defence
would break it up.
Mr. Hill—But look. . .
Mr. Wilkie—Aye mon, and as to that I hae
nae doots.
Voice in the hall—A student—Mr. Allin!
Mr. Allin—Yes?
Student—May I see you a moment, sir?
Please!
Mr. Jenkins—Gentlemen! ..(All sit up.
Gramophone stops, magazines, etc., disappear.)
Mr. Allin—Very well, just for a minute.
(Footsteps retire in the distance. Silence
on the stage.) (Then renewed activity
with victrola, magazines, etc.)
Mr. Jenkins—Dr. Millar, please, will you
have a game of ping-pong?
Dr. Millar—Er . . ah .. oh, all right. (Rises
and goes to the other end of the table.)
(Mr. J. serves, but Dr. Millar misses.)
Mr. J. (triumphantly)—One love. (Serves
again.) (Door opens.)
Mr. Allin—Gentlemen!
Curtain falls on an embarrassing situation.
*7he, Easily BinA Qeti the. 'Wosistt
Strutting on the dewy sod,
And glancing hungrily around,
With frequent jerk and nod,
Redbreast searched the fruitful ground.
Squirming through the murky mire,
And black of subterranean hole,
Jacob Samuel Worm, Esquire,
Nibbled through his daily dole.
A monstrous bite, a mighty squeeze,
Then J. S. Worm came through the top.
As, lightly fanned by morning breeze,
Stood Redbreast, fierce, with dripping
chop.
Redbreast, brandishing his shield,
Pounced lightly on prostomium.
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Katiierinu Lampman, 5A
The owner of that member steeled
His muscles, hard as chromium.
The metal sinews of the worm
Could stand the strain no more.
His muscles strong, and biceps firm.
Relaxed their noble chore.
With loud report, he left his hole,
Back fell the early waker!
Who, chirping with a joyful soul,
Gave thanks unto his Maker.
The moral of the tale you’ve heard,
Of use to Jacob’s kin:
“If you’d escape the early bird,
Sleep in, my friend, sleep in!”

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G LORIA SHREEVE, 5B
The present war is of interest to me, not
only because I am a par t of the British
Empire, but also because I hav e lost, for
a time, my best friend . H e left one day for
En gland .
For months I had been dr eading his departure
bu t somehow, when the day arrived,
I had a feeling of pride which entirely overcame
any feeling of sorro w. When I saw
him mar ching int o the onion Sta tion with
the oth er soldiers, a lump rose in my
throat, not because I hated to see him go,
but because I knew he was going to serve
his country. I was proud of him.
As he mar ched along he showed by the
smile on his face, the new light in his eyes,
the new spring in his step, that he W3 S
glad to go. He was leaving for a new land
on a new adventure! Th e whole crowd
seemed to be seized with the same feeling
of an ticipation and excitement - excitement
for the future, for the unkn own. For
t he first time since this present st ruggle
began, I realized that Canada was at war.
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After the soldiers had halted and formed
their lines, they were dismissed. All
searched for their friends and relatives. I
went to my friend. For an hour there was
a great deal of bantering and joking, of
advising and warning. Never will I forget
that scene: one of excitement, laughter, and
farewells. Then the alotted time was up. A
voice boomed. " Fall in :"
There was the usual round of final farewells
and then silence fell upon the crowd.
Th e pipes broke int o a mar ch and the
soldiers advanced toward s their train. Th ey
sta rted to sing Alouette. Th e mothers,
wives, and dau ght ers tried hard to hold
back their tear s. As for me, I was very
brave . Not a tear trickled down my cheek ;
not a quiver moved my chin.
Oh yes, I was very brave-until all the
soldiers had gone. Th en I realized that he
had gone. A dreadful feeling of emptiness
crept int o my heart, for I knew I would
miss him. He was my best friendmy
father.
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With hi mouth set in a grim, straight
line, Uber-Leutenant Otto Kruger mecha nically
pivoted to the right on the heels of
his polished boots and clicked them together.
H is uniform looked browner than
t he hard ground on which he stood at stiff
atte ntion. Th e black leather belts which
adorned his uniform were in direct contrast
to his sparkling, golden buckles and clasps.
Hi s golden buttons went up on either side
and made a compromise in the collar,
where a single glistening one stood out
abo ve the rest. A brilliant ribbon between
the butto ns proclaimed him a member of
t he Imperial Guard, and this was verified
by a pro ud array of meda ls, medals which
he had earned. His sword-case hung back
reflecting and magnifying the first rays of
the sun in a golden splendour.
H is eyes stared ahead, seeing nothing
but hi duty to the Vaterland. His black
moustache twiched imperceptibly and the
waxed ends moved up towards his monocle
which was always in his right eye. His
right arm , which was stretched out at right
angles to his body, was clenching his sword
tight ly.
Th en, with grim determination and a
heavy heart, he snapped his arm to his side.
Thi s sudden action was followed by a
volley of gunfire. He pivoted to the right
on the heels of his polished boots and clicked
them together. H e marched quickl y
away , his back turned to his brother, who
was sinking to the ground in front of the
bleak stone wall with six black holes in his
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Stuart Alexander—48th Highlanders.
George Ardagh—48th Highlanders.
William Bidgood—R.C.A.
Art Breakey—Toronto Scottish.
Dick Burn—R.C.O.C.
Thomas Cade—R.C.A.S.C.
Don Caswell—48th Highlanders
Evan Caulfield—Pembroke Yeomanry
Frank Clayton—R.C.A.
Frank Dowe—48th Highlanders
Joseph Cornish—G.G.H.G.
Oliver Dyer—R.C.A.S.C.
Alex Edmison—C.P.C.
Watson Evans—48th Highlanders
William Feasby—R.CA.M.C.
David Fletcher—Q.O.R.
Percy Ford—R.C.E.
John Gibson—R.CA.A.F.
John Gleason—Military Police
Abraham Goldberg—Anti-Tank
Jack Grant—Toronto Scottish
Ross Greenwood—-Toronto Scottish
Harry Greswell—48th Highlanders
Clyde Haffey—R.C.O.C.
John Haffey—R.CA.P.C.
Fred Harris—Q.O.R.
Melville Howarth—Q.O.R.
Ralph Holt—G.G. H. G.
Walter Hiscox—Victoria Rifles
Peter Johnson—Q.O.R.
Sinclair Johnson—R.C.O.C.
Thomas Keightly—48th Highlanders
Thomas Kerr—R.C.A.S.C.
R. W. Lent—Lome Scots
Ted Lewry—R.C.A.M.C.
Finlay McEwan—Ontario Regiment
Robert McKeowan—C.A.C.T.C.
Allan Marks
Ronald Marks—Royal Regiment of Can.
W. J. A. May—Signal Corps
Terry Mazaris—R.C.A.
Fred Metcalfe—48th Highlanders
John Munro—Canadian Fusiliers
Bernard Page—1st Can. Corps Details
Robert Pattison—48th Highlanders
David Prebble—Royal Regiment of Can.
Ken Prue—48th Highlanders
George Ross—Royal Regiment
John Rundle—Toronto Scottish
Cameron St. John—Elgin Regiment
Stanley Shier—R.C.A.M.C.
Dave Struthers—10th Field Battery
Charles Surphliss—Royal Regiment
Gordon Thomson—D.H.R.C.
Frank Tucker—R.C.A.S.C.
Francis Vale—Royal Regiment
T. J. Wright—R.C.A.
David Mcjannet—R.C.A.S.C.
Ralph Markle—R.C.D.C.
T. J. Wright—R.C.A.
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OUR “TONY” WRIGHT IS IN THE ARMY
Throughout the winter of 1940 he trained
at Varsity with the C.O.T.C. and the
end of June found him in uniform and off
to Petawawa. That his unusually fine
training in science and mathematics and
his skill in teaching have been recognized
there, is indicated by that fact that he has
been retained as an instructor in the higher
mathematics of the Artillery Officers’
Courses.
Mr. Wright came to us in 1936 after a
year of seasoning in Ottawa. We soon
realized that in him, Jarvis had not only
a fine academic teacher but also one skilled
in the coaching of rugby and other
games, and keenly enthusiastic about all
school activities.
We miss him greatly. We miss his enthusiasm,
his colourful stories of travels
abroad, his keen comment on current
affairs. We miss him in the work of The
Magnet staff.
But we’ve lent him to the army for the
duration and we shall watch his progress
with proud interest. Good luck, sir!

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Alex Brodie
Hugh Joyce
James Kemp
Joseph Lowes
Allen McConney
Don McPhee
Jack Neundorf
Warren Palmer
Duncan Ross
Jack Siddons
NAVY
Doug. Toogood
Robert Trow
Armour Weir
Joseph Lowes
MERCHANT MARINE
Ian Cotterell
Len Jarvis
Hugh Melville
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Doug. Appleton—A.C. 2
Gordon Barnes—A.C. 2
Art Bricco—A.C. 2
James Burrell
George Daniels—A.C. 2
Gordon Driver—L.A.C.
Chester Fallis—Flying Officer
Sol Friendly—A.C. 2
James Fortner—Corporal
Raymond Gill—A.C. 2
Alfred Hayward—Sergeant
Michael Haffey—Sergeant
Norman Hamill—Gunner
Rod. Heather—L.A.C.
James Jackes—A.C. 2
Roy Keedwell—L.A.C.
David Knox—Flying Officer
George Lashinski—LAC.
Ken Maclver—A.C. 2
Sid McMenomy
William McPherson—Pilot Officer
AIR FORCE
John McKnight
Ronald Mathieson
Robert Mann—A.C. 2
David Merrick—A.C. 2
Barry Morfitt—Flying Officer
William Morton—A.C. 2
Ralph Naylor—L.A.C.
Roy Munro—A.C. 2
Vernon Pierpoint—Sergeant
Jack Rae
William Richmond—A.C. 2
Doug. Rundle—L.A.C.
Edwin Russell—A.C. 2
Forbes Skeaff—A.C. 2
Leonard Tapeer
Bill Thomas—A.C. 2
Ivan Thomson—A.C. 2
Charles Usherwood—Corporal
Malcolm Weir
Doug. Whiteside—Signaller
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During the clay I have to work and in
the blackout I run into difficulties, such as
losing my way. I have seen very little of
London. Of course I have been around to
the Houses of Parliament and Buckingham
Palace. The weather is cold and foggy,
which is a Godsend because it hides London
from daylight raiders.
—Dick Burns
I am back in England now. When we
first arrived in Iceland there was continuous
daylight, but when I left three-quarters
of the day was totally dark. There are no
trees there and very little vegetation. The
When I left Jarvis, I thought that I was
finished with school, but it was just “out
of the frying pan into the fire”. In my
present course we covered all the Algebra
and Trig, in eight weeks, and I wound
up in a maze of sine and cosine curves.
—Jack Siddons
There are four signallers on board and
two are on each watch. We have six hours
on duty and six hours off. The climate is
damp and I have not yet become accustomed
to it. We are .in the open air
all day and we enjoy it; in a storm or in
very heavy seas we would prefer an inside
job.
—Hugh Bain
I am working hard here at Halifax, up
at six in the morning and in bed at tenthirty,
but the life is agreeing with me.
I am taking a gunnery course at present,
which will lead to promotion.
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ARMY
NAVY
whole country is one lump of rock. Was I
glad to get back to England!
I was stationed near a naval base, when
I first came back. During an air raid the
cruisers and destroyers kept firing at
enemy planes. They started a fire which
lasted for three days.
—Chuck Surphliss
In the daytime, fighter patrols ranging
from twelve to fourteen planes are constantly
flying around the Metropolitan area
of London. The raid tonight was from 1940
to 2305 hours.
—Frank Dowe
I was quite surprised to find Borneo
populated by Catholic Chinamen. I guess
the wildest men Borneo ever saw were the
boys from the Thalia. On the day down to
Tarakan we ran into a hurricane, and on
the way back no less than three typhoons.
Hugh Melville and I spent a never-to-beforgotten
Christmas in Yokohoma. We got
lost in the maze of shacks, hotels, bridges,
and canals. We finally parked in a police
station and warmed ourselves over a pot
of coals. The ship sailed at midnight and
we were almost desperate when the policeman
got a taxi-driver friend to take us to
the Thalia.
—Len Jarvis
Our navy life is marvellous; cabins, food,
servants, and the interesting work all make
it quite a change from “civy” life. Since
I left England a year ago, I have been in
France, Egypt, the Suez, have crossed India
by train from Bombay to Madras, south
to Colombo, Ceylon, spent a month in the
mountains there, and now I am sailing in
the South Seas.
—Duncan Ross
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were separated for guard duty. I was sent
to Medicine Hat where I guarded an air
port of the R.A.F. You meet a swell bunch
of fellows in the air force; almost as good
as the Jarvisites.
—Ivan Thomson
Rivers is quite a spot, surrounded by
unbroken prairie, with the nearest town five
miles distant. It is cool marching around
while we are on guard duty for two hours,
at forty below. So far our activities have
•been confined to the ground. I anticipate
making my initial flight (acting as ballast)
in the next few days. Our quarters are excellent,
meals fine, and recreational facilities
good. I have never regretted for a
moment enlisting in the R.C.A.F.
—Biel Morton
We have been up all afternoon at 6,000
feet learning aerobatics. It’s very cold up
there — about forty below. Now I am
studying theory of flight, air navigation,
wireless (10 words per minute), air frame,
aero engine, armaments, and actual flying.
—George Daniels
We are just now completing our training
as bomber pilots at the Service Flying
School in Brantford. The life is variable
and interesting, and I can not think of any
branch of the service to which I would
rather be attached.
—Gordon Driver
J. T. J.
Did I hear you say that the times are dark?
Turn back three hundred years and more:
The Spaniards’ force is on the march,
The dread Armada nears our shore:
Drake sets his lips in a scornful grin
And the danger passes in smoke and dim.
Did I hear you say that the times are dark?
Then sweep a hundred years aside:
The Frenchman strides in his armed might
With Napoleon’s troops by the channel’s
tide:
But Nelson his battle flag unfurled ,
And calmed the nerves of a troubled world.
Did I hear you say that the times are dark?
That a fouler foe, in the Hunnish horde,
Has struck a blow at the Empire’s heart
And carries the fight with fire and sword,
Who pours his bombs on the unarmed
mass;
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"Jlittle. fiosuvcuf,”
Eleanor Major, Viola Farr, 5A
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We have read many stories in our history the Island Airport. The time everybody is
books of adventures and bravery in far-off looking forward to is when the planes start
countries, which have always seemed just buzzing overhead, and I can tell you that
as much detail to us, but now since the everyone is doing his utmost to be ready
outbreak of the Second World War, they as soon as possible to do the task for which
have become real and vital to our very he has come over here,
existence. We have been amazed at the “As for interesting experiences in escaping
rapid succession of invasions and capitu- from Norway> l can tell you that most of
lations of countries, which had hitherto be- Qur men have had very remarkable ones,
lieved themselves remote from such a fate. Some of them rowed along the coasl from
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tablished the headquarters of its fighting and from the western part of Norway they
forces here, in Toronto, we thought you crossed the North Sea to the Shetland
% might like to learn more about the pre­
Islands, the Orkneys or to some northern
parations of her renewed determination to
stand against her oppressors.
Choosing the Royal Norwegian Naval
Air Force as our objective, we decided to
seek an interview with the Commanding
Officer, Commander A. W. Hagtvedt. We
hardly dared to hope for a personal interview,
but to our great delight, we succeeded.
After being admitted to his office, we
were immediately put at our ease by his
kindly and courteous manner, and his keen “I hope that I have answered your
interest in our Canadian school life when questions satisfactorily. I also hope you and
he learned of our mission. Here, in his own the other Canadian students will show the
words, he tells us the story of “Little same love for freedom as the grown-up
Norway”.
Canadians do, also that you will never ex-
“First, the day’s routine—We get up at perience war in your country; but it may
6.15 in the morning, have a bath or shower, be necessary for you in order to avoid war,
have breakfast and are ready for inspection to sacrifice some preciousity you are now
at 8 o’clock. Then we start working, and enjoying, and I hope that you will do it
you can see that work in a camp like this willingly. For it is better to avoid evils
is different. Before 8.00 o’clock, the men beforehand.”
have started tuning up their machines at
parts of Scotland. Some crossed the Arctic
Ocean from Norway to Iceland in fishing
smacks, and from Iceland they went to
England and Halifax. Some had to swim
in order to get to Sweden. Others had taken
vessels from Norway over to England.
These were bombed by the Germans and
the survivors were machine-gunned for
hours while swimming in the water.
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\ lo ffice.
The gong had just clanged as the clock stood at
nine,
And true to our training, the school fell in line,
All stood transfixed where we happened to be,
Most pupils in class, in grave dignity;
Others, belated, at lockers were caught,
In postures ungraceful and manners distraught.
A few on the stains their mad rush delayed
To poise on one foot while the anthem was played.
Even down in the office they dropped everything,
Let phones ring unanswered, and stood for their
king.
Thus everyone waited through the collegiate,
Expecting the music to start up immejut.
And do you remember?—we waited and waited,
Our muscles all tense, our breathing abated,
And never a note came, and never a sign,
Just the clock shifting noisily on past the nine,
Till just when our nerves could no longer endure,
Clang! Clang! went the bell—“Go ahead! as you
were! ”
So everyone loosened his limbs and his tongue,
While everyone wondered what could have gone
wrong.
Then order was called and prayers were begun.
And we were just murmuring, “Thy will be done. . .”
When Clang! through the building resounded the
gong!
Alas for our King; alas for our prayer,
Alas for the discipline that just wasn’t there,
For giggles and gurgles were choking the air.
We couldn’t be grave in sound or expression,
And the teachers were aching with futile repression.
Down in the office was dire consternation,
For an you believe it?—’twas on this occasion
That the Board’s high official came into the school,
To see how our classes were keeping this rule!
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They say Mr. Allin just broke into tears,
Mr. Jenkins collapsed in the arms of Miss Sears,
And far down the hall, Mr. Wilkie was seen
Cursing in Gaelic his fickle machine.
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Ah yes it is true, it was some time ago.
And time, so they say, softens every sad blow.
But don’t, if you value our school’s reputation,
Don’t ever inquire of the Board of Education
What is the opinion of Dr. Goldring,
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When Parents’ Night was held one evening
last March, 1940, such a multitude of
parents and pupil-escorts invaded the
school that accommodation was somewhat
overtaxed. A modified plan was accordingly
adopted for this year: only the firstformers’
parents were invited. On November
29th, in response to a letter from
the principal, they came in full force. Most
of them were conducted by a very selfconscious
son or daughter, who introduced
them to their teachers with mingled feel-
ings of pride and prejudice. Some pupils
frankly avoided the encounter and remained
at home; their parents poked about with
a map and a time-table. When the interviewing
was over, pupils eagerly led
parents to the places of special interest in
the building, the climax being—“This is
my locker!” In the auditorium, a programme
of movies and singing filled the
second hour. The evening ended with refreshments
in the cafeterias,
Gommencemetvt
The evening of November 22nd was one were many misfits. We were expected to
to be remembered, for that was the evening
of the Commencement Dance! Since all the school activities. We were important
support and manage the clubs, the teams,
the teachers had taken over all arrange- people in the juniors’ eyes, as well as in
ments, not a worry in the world disturbed our own estimation. The Magnet was handour
young minds. They really set out to ed down to us and we have the confidence
show us that teachers can be quite human,
even when it comes to pleasing the younger
generation.
The guests were restricted to the graduation
class and their partners. In all a very
friendly and enjoyable gathering. The reception
line was headed by Mr. and Mrs.
Allin, while the duties of master of ceremonies
were shared by Mr. Hill and Mr.
Dyce. Between “Paul Joneses”, “hot”
tunes and prize dances things moved along
very swiftly until refreshment time. There
were numerous rounds of toasts and
cheers mingled with merry chatter. Then
back for a last dance before starting on
the homeward road.
From the Commencement We Take a
Part of the
VcdedUciotuf
to believe that our attempt was as successful
as the publications of our predecessors.
We all enjoyed the teas in the Art Room.
We have had our fling at being the captains,
presidents and managers, and we have
passed on to you, this year’s fifth, the
privileges and responsibilities, and we feel
sure that you will not fail the school. All
of us hope that we have done some few
things well—that we have helped sustain
Jarvis name and Jarvis fame. This year,
Jim Jenkins ranked highest among all those
who have ever written for scholarships at
the university. We are proud that Jim is
one of our class.
Now we have returned to say farewell
to the school and to one another. Some of
our class have gone on to university; others
are tussling with problems in the business
world; and a few have returned again to
of Marion Gray
Jarvis to drink more deeply at the Pieraean
.... Finally, fifth. We were now the Spring. Some of our boys have already
leaders in the school. Our work became enlisted; some are meeting the enemy in
more and more difficult, even if Mr. Jenkins England and on the seas, one is in fardid
insist that the solution would fall out away Iceland, and some are still training in
:* like a ripe plum. We had learned by that Canada. We will be following in the news-
time that the teachers were our friends, papers their deeds of gallantry and heroism,
although they did not always assume the We are looking forward to the time when
role of Santa Claus. The classes which had we can welcome these boys back to take
always been ahead of us, had graduated, their places in the professional and business
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Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To get her poor self a goose.
But when she got there,
The cupboard was bare,
So she could only take a gander.
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Italians are now forbidden cream. The
Duce will no doubt substitute his milk of
human kindness.
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No, the German navy has not been totally
annihilated. Adolf still has a fine fleet of
censorships.
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Did you ever hear the story about the
tough clam who was all mussel?
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German people unable to buy soap at
any cost. . . What! After all Adolf’s softsoaping?
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New R.A.F. gun fires backward. . . Just
the thing for retreating Italians.
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A ribbing is what Adam went through
when Eve was made.
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On QuHvincj, IdfL
Frances Flaherty, 2A
“Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the
stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?”
This little verse describes exactly how
adolescents feel about it all. And isn’t it
the truth? Just when we think we have
achieved something, we find that we are
back almost where we started, the only
difference being that now we are tired out,
and ready to go to bed willingly.
How little do our wise elders realize all
this! They say, “Oh, if only I were in your
place! Going to school without a care in
the world.” But that is just the point. We
have our troubles; troubles which to us
are as important as the problems grown-ups
have to face.
We have our school work, which, to most
of us, is a veritable ball and chain. Fretting
about exams, worrying ourselves to death
because we can’t get that new Latin lesson
through our heads, going to school in the
morning without those math, problems, or
working ourselves into a lather over the
punishment if we are caught copying, are
our worries. Grown-ups do not stop to think
of these trivial matters.
Another grievance: just last week I
bought, out of my precious savings, a new
pair of rubber boots, the last word in
fashions for the younger set. And what
happened? I put them on and my friends
thought them just “it”. But my father and
mother thought they were ridiculous. They
did not understand.
And so our generation will pass on;
grown-ups will never understand the aches
and pains of the younger ones. They will
go on waiting to grow up, and when they
do—they will act in just the same way.
Glaudli
Marion Russell, 5A
The angels file in solemn mass
Through yon purple mountain pass,
Their gauzy wings wreath-like curl
Above the river torrent’s swirl.
They brush the crags with soft caress
And lips upon the glaciers press,
They tiptoe o’er the scented pine,
A filter for the warm sunshine.
They nestle on the valley floor,
Knocking at our very door,
Against the brownstone cliffs they rise,
And disappear before our eyes.
% Me
Cicero the Cynic
Hail to thee, blithe spirit,
Bird who never worked.
You know it not, yet fear it,
As though some evil lurked
Within the vast expanses,
Awaiting the proper chances.
You love to kibitz all night long
And let your homework go.
You always get your answers wrong,
And gad! What you don’t know!
If you don’t bear down very soon
You’re surely going to fail in June.
You sort of flunked in history.
You missed your memory work.
You barely passed in chemistry.
You know, you’re quite a jerk.
Everything you’ve done’s been bad.
You’d better watch yourself, my lad!
It’s true you’ve had a lot of fun,
And true, you’ve done no harm;
But when examinations come
What counts is what you learn.
You’d better settle down, good man,
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Jlet'l Qa tf-obmcd, Men!
Have you ever turned down an invitation
to a formal party or dance because
you did not possess the proper attire, and
dreaded the expense of renting it? My
friend, do you realize that you are a slave
to society? Take my suggestions and you
will be able to accept further invitations
without batting an eye—if you have an iron
nerve.
First of all the question of tails arises.
Look around in your cellar and see if there
isn’t an old overcoat there. If you can’t find
a black one, a little stove-pipe enamel will
tone down any other colour just right.
With a large pair of scissors cut a slit
Sid Slivers
about half way up the back. Then trim up
the corners and you have the swankiest
coat you could wish for. Now choose the
darkest pants you have, a pair of socks
without any holes, and wear a white shirt
backwards.
If you wish to be really swishy, a few
geraniums with a bit of holly and tinsel
make a corsage to be envied by any girl.
After you have lined up a chum to drive
you,'you are all set for a swell evening.
Join the crowd in saying, “Let’s go formal”.
And don’t forget the stop at a hamburger
on the way home.
*Hte GltaAa
Tony Strickland, 4C
The old buck paused and listened. He
knew those sounds. Every year that group
of sportsmen with their rifles and lean
hounds came to hunt him. Slowly he began
to draw away. Then he heard the baying
of the hounds. He fled. He did not mind
the intrusion of the hunters; he had already
planned to leave the hardwood point for
the cedar swamps east of the lake. They
were a nuisance though, especially when
one wanted to inspect the moosewood
“browse” on the ridge.
Faster and faster he trotted through the
forest. This time he’d show them. Down a
sandy bank into a swampy region he
plunged, breaking the scum of ice on the
swamp’s surface, and leaving a trail easily
found, but difficult to follow. Emerging
from the swamp on the opposite side, he
travelled down its edge for a few hundred
yards, then recrossed it and returned to his
old trail. Here he paused. Curious splashes
and crunching noises drifted up from the
bog as the ungainly men and their stupid
dogs fought their way through it on his
trail. After “back-tracking” for a mile he
started for his new feeding grounds.
Then a thought struck him. Did they
want to drive him from the point? Well, he
would allow for that.
Travelling carefully, watching and listening,
the deer discovered two hunters waiting
in ambush on a ridge that he must
cross. Between them lay a gully running at
right angles to the ridge and ending at its
crest. He thundered up the gully, appearing
suddenly between the amazed sportsmen
who did not dare to fire because of
the danger of wounding each other. But
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Elaine Riley, 5B
“Stefan isn’t here yet. I wish he would
come home earlier,” sighed Mrs. Petrovitch,
as she removed her coat and hat and ran
her fingers through her hair. Her eyes
wandered over the poorly furnished room,
which nevertheless was made cheerful by
the little touches of colour-clean curtains,
a bright table cloth, and several watercolours.
One picture, that of an old beautifully
carved chest, was her favourite.
These sketches had been painted by her
husband, a poor struggling artist, who had
come to America from Europe. The six
years of their marriage had been the happiest
either had ever known. When Stefan
Petrovitch died Anne felt as if a part of
her had died also. But knowing that she
must go on for the sake of their child, she
hid her grief. She had succeeded in obtaining
work, and for five years she had striven
to support her little Stefan.
Anne crossed the room and tugged at
the stubborn window which, after a few
minutes’ struggle, yielded. Leaning out over
the sill, she scanned the shadowy street,
vainly trying to pick out Stefan from the
jostling, yelling crowd of children three
stories below her. She sighed, then closing
the windows began to set the table and
prepare their meagre supper. At that
moment, the door opened and a small boy
with dark, curly hair and blue eyes, sidled
in. He went quickly to his place, sat down
and avoided his mother’s gaze.
“Where have you been?” began Mrs.
Petrovitch, as she set the food on the table.
“Oh, just around,” the boy replied
vaguely. He looked up at her with his
troubled, blue eyes, and her annoyance
vanished. He was so like that other Stefan
who seemed always so near. She watched
his long, slender fingers as he hastily ate
his meal. When he was finished he got up,
wandered restlessly about the room, picking
up this object and that, and finally
went off to his room.
After washing the dishes, Mrs. Petrovich
sat down for a few minutes of unaccustomed
leisure. As she glanced at the paper, one
item attracted her attention. It was an account
of a robbery committed by some boys
between the ages of ten and fifteen. This
robbery had taken place not far from her
flat. She read on, “One of the culprits,
Harry Murdock, has been apprehended and
the police are confident that the other boys
will soon be arrested. Late Wednesday the
same type of robbery was committed at
Number 23 Doan Avenue. The police believe
that the same boys are responsiblefor
this too.”
Harry Murdock! Anne knew that Stefan
and Harry had been inseparable companions
since last summer. She had often
warned Stefan about Harry, and now she
knew that she must forbid their friendship..
Her mind wandered on, “Stefan didn’t
come home until six o’clock this evening
and he has been out late every night thisweek.
He went out after supper on Wednesday—said
he was going for a walk—a
funny time to walk—just a coincidence—
Stefan would never
he go?”
! But where does
Suddenly she heard footsteps on the
stairs. The front door closed softly..
“Stefan!” she called aloud. No answer!
She seemed rooted to the spot. With an
effort she sat up from the chair and rushed.
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He is a fine chap, qu iet and reserved, phi losopher of another school of tho ught
with a bab y-like facia l expression - when made him the subjec t of a bitter bit of
he is asleep. Awake, he st ill has his ba by humour by implying that he was a problem
face.
child.
He is a philosopher in the sense that he My tas k is not to convince teachers that
follows a definite train of thought; a con- they hav e misjudged him, as they will see
tin ual seeking of enlighte nment of life and soon enough how wrong they are. Wh en
all that is associate d with it. He is not a he is a man of the world they will see his
philosopher in the sense that he seldom achievements shining out as a beaco n flashthinks.
ing to the world th e broad letters, W-H-Y.
He lives a .hard-oppressed life. Teachers Xly task is to show the students of
frown on him, are discourteous to him, and Jarvis, especially those of the lower forms
time and again tr y to discourage his purs uit who do not know him so well, that he is a
of knowledge, but to no ava il. One old gent lema n and a tru e scholar .
Do you approve of tight kirts ?
Xo! I think women should not drink.
- The Challenger
Tact is what a girl uses to make a slow
man think he's a fast worker.--Collegiall
" This is your floor, da ughte r," announced
the flippant elevator boy.
"How dare you call me da ughter!" cried
the lady.
"Well, I brought you up, didn 't I? " retorted
the lad.- Argosy of Commerce
Tourist (in Yellowstone Park )- "Those
India ns have a blood-curling yell. "
Guide- " Yes , everyone of them is a
college graduate.'·-T he Challenger
A nudist is a person who goes coatless
and vestless and wears pants to match.
--CollegiaII
Said the nervous bridegroom to the
minister, " Is it still kisstomary to cuss the
bride?"-South Bumaby High Annual
No . 1 pupil- "What is the funn y odour
in the physics laboratory?"
:Yo. 2 pupil- "That's th e dead silence
they keep in there."-The Hennes
Daylight saving is found ed on the old
Indian custom of cutt ing off one end of the
blanket and sewing it on the other end to
ma ke it longer-Lux Glebana
Hell-pecked hubsand - " I wish you
would n't kni t at meals. my dear. I can 't
tell where my spaghetti ' I e a ~es off and you.
sweater begins."-Valltech
j11aths Teacher- "I've tried to explain
to you the theory of zero and the minus
sign. Now , George, what is nothing?"
George (bo red stiff) - ".-\ bung hole without
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Another comp! Here I’ve been sitting
for fifteen minutes and my mind is as blank
as my paper. Maybe the rhythm of writing
might help give me inspiration—even if
that writing is only doodling. . . .
What shall I write about! “Radio is a
most interesting hobby.” Nope—not for
me it ain’t. “The greatest need of our
school”—is more pocket money for the
pupils. Wonder if I can borrow some for
the next tea dance? . . . “My first job”
Hm. . . that time I helped serve ice cream
at the regatta, and we were so rushed we
couldn’t get the glasses washed in between
customers. Of course, it wasn’t a job ’cause
I did it for nothing—and it wasn’t my first
—and I can’t possibly write for pages on
it—but apart from that it’s not bad as
topics go. . . .
Is it seize or sieze? Which looks right?
Neither. I’ll just make a “u” with a dot
over the middle of it.
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There goes Marj. I bet she’s off to the
show. Couldn’t I — no, no, get thee behind
me, Danny Demon. Why, oh why do
I leave my comps to the last night? Oh
well, I haven’t the money anyway.
THE TEACHER MARKS
Oh dear, I suppose I’d better get down
to it and mark those 2Q comps. Hm. . . .
here’s that Sylvia Simper writing on both
sides of the paper and no margin! That
will go back! . . . One done.
I’ll read all those on the same topic and
pick out the best of each. Ha! Good for
you, young ’un; you spelled my name
correctly. This pencil’s no good; where’s a.
red one? Red always looks more official
I always think. There’s the phone!
Hurrah, it’s for me. . .
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And now for 2Q again. . . . You littlewretch,
will you write legibly! (Must be
careful to write my criticism plainly
though. Never forget that time young Jones
asked me what ‘that word’ was, and I’d
written the word ‘illegible’.) . . . Ah, this
one will be good—should get “A”. . . Sp.
again — and here again — the same word
three times! I wonder—where’s my die! Oh
drat, the youngster’s spelled it right.
Where’s my rubber? . . . “I myself personally.”
Why doesn’t she add “meaning:
me,” and then I’d know who she meant.
Such verbosity ... or is it redundancy?
Oh, just underline it. . . .
Here’s Micky Micklejupsky’s latest. Now
how can I pass that utterly ungrammatical,
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This has got to be my final draft so— unEnglish, unspeakable—still, the lad has
look out! Don’t put “Composition” as a ideas • • • good ideas. . . If I can only get
heading. Mr. McKerracker says it gives to put it into the vulgar tongue, I do
the impression of boredom and makes it believe it will do for The Magnet.
seem as though your comp has been work
and not pleasure. Well, well! What’s in
name?
What! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock and ten
a comps marked. That’s a pretty good evening’s
work, I’ll say.
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Sports, during our High School years,
are very important to us. This year large
numbers of the girls participated in all the
games. Each form has been represented by
a team in every interform tournament. We
all realize how beneficial they are to us, because
they teach us self-control and teamwork,
develop healthy bodies and quickthinking
minds, but yet some of us do not
take full advantage of the wonderful opportunities
given to us here. We all can
find one sport at least, which we shall enjoy
and in which we may excel. We should not
come out to these sports in the hope of
winning a crest, but we should strive to give
our best to our team.
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We owe many thanks to Miss Stinson
for her constant help and interest in our
activities. We all look back with pride and
pleasure to our last year's demonstration
which her hard work and the co-operation
of the girls made possible.
GIRLS’ ATHLETIC COUNCIL
Back Row—Joan Kent, Nancy Robinson, Mary Mazaris.
Front Row—Joy Winters, Mary Slatter, Marg. Yorick, Mary Sarjeant, Kay Kent.
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game, is not as popular with
the girls as with the boys.
It is not as strenuous as most
of us think, but everyone in
the field must keep on her
toes. In this game especially, the referee’s
word is law. Some of the Upper School
games were punctuated by lengthy arguments.
Baseball is really a good game, but
because of a few mistakes which they have
made, many girls are prejudiced against it.
OLLEYBALL is a sport
which everyone from first to
fifth enjoys. It is not a difficult
game to play and it is
a great deal of fun. It is one
of our class sports and we
play it in the Fall. Team work is an essential
factor and because of a few homemade
rules there is more chance for everyone
to play.
Kay Kent, the leader, is herself an excellent
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year which allowed each team to play two
games, regardless of whether they won or
lost.
RCHERY is one school
activity in which, up to
the present, only fourths
and fifths have taken part.
Every year, there has been
a large enthusiastic group
of feminine Robin Hoods; and this year
has proved to be no exception. To become
a good archer, skill and a great deal of
patience is required. The beginners often
find that they have a bruised wrist or
elbow because they stand incorrectly. They
must not be discouraged. The fault will be
easily corrected and soon their arrows may
hit the target.
Nancy Robinson, the leader, is almost •
another William Tell. She and other experienced
archers give instruction to anyone
who is having difficulty hitting the
target.
BADMINTON, like tennis,
may be played after we leave
school. It draws its many
enthusiastic followers from
third, fourth, and fifth forms.
Every Thursday in the gym
and auditorium the courts are never empty.
Our playing will never amount to anything
unless we master the serve, the backhand,
and forehand drives. Our class periods were
given over to instruction for several weeks.
Mixed badminton has become quite a
feature on Fridays in the auditorium.
Joy Winters is a good organizer and an
excellent player. We are hoping to see a
tournament soon.
PING-PONG is an activity in
which few girls take an interest.
We play in the girls’
cafeteria after school. By the
way, did you know that the
best waist-reducing exercise
is bending? You will have plenty of this
picking up balls, because balls have a
peculiar habit of skimming through the bat.
The only trick is to keep the ball on the
table. On Thursdays, we will expect to see
WIMMING always has been
. and always will be a favour-
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IV^/ There are drawbacks to every
good thing, and the only one
Jlv to swimming is that we cannot
keep our hair dry. We have decided
that a hairdressing establishment in the
school will be the only solution to the
problem.
This sport develops smoothness and
rhythm in our movements. We all have the
opportunity to learn to swim and no one
should fail to take advantage of this. Continual
practice will perfect our style and
we should never be satisfied until we are
perfect.
Joan Kent has had little opportunity to
arrange interform meets, but these we are
looking forward to.
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between games.
Mary Mazaris, who was chosen as leader,
lias left school, and Marg. Craig has recently
taken her place.
UPPER SCHOOL BASEBALL
CHAMPS
Back Row—Mary Slatter, Isabel Hatton,
Mary Mazaris.
Middle Row—Marg. Craig, Beryl Wratten,
Marion Russell, Joy Winters.
Front Row—Mary Sarjeant, Jean Nettle,
June Cumberland, Mae McKinney,
Eleanor Woollard.
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have the opportunity to play
CHAMPS
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we can not play Front Row—Pearl Mudrick, Doris Worthy,
Back Row—Nancy Robinson, Doreen Switzer,
Olive Angus, Isabel Hatton.
in the winter, but spring is Marg. Yorick, Betty Pringle, Marion
just around the corner. There Russell.
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and advice to less experienced racqueteers. LOWER SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL
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CHAMPS
with Riverdale Collegiate. Joy and Mary Back Row—Jean Angus, Lois Ball, Marjorie
Bazett-Jones, Margaret Albright, Ruska
Barnes won the first match, and Shirley Pastirsky.
Griffiths and Margaret Hastings-Trew lost Middle Row—June Baird, Shirley Allen,
to their opponents. In the return games Flora Clements.
both our teams were defeated after they Front Row—Shirley Comper, Shirley Bishop,
Dorothy Anderton, Olga Atamanuick.
had put up a good fight.
Absent—Marion Aaron.
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and spectators. In basketball,
team work is the fundamental
rule. A girl by herself
can do nothing. Guards and forwards
must co-operate. The forwards are thrilled
when they get a basket and the guards
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when they prevent their opponents from
scoring.
Marg. Yorick is the leader in basketball
this year. She lists it as her favourite sport
and she knows the game from the ground
up.
We want to thank all the girls who have
refereed the games and who have coached
Lower School teams after school.
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Peggy Haig and Frances Kent are two
In the baseball tournament, which was
run off in the Fall, Mary Mazaris and her budding Middle School athletes,
fifth form team were the winners in the
Upper School Tournament. The final game
with Nancy Robinson and her stalwart
followers, ended with a score of 13-11.
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We have often noticed that sisters who
stick together are lucky. Joy and Mary
Barnes defeated all the other couples in
the tennis tournament. Marg. Yorick and
Joy Winters put up a good fight, but they
too disappeared below the surface and left
the Barnes sisters on top.
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In the volleyball tournament, which was
run off in two divisions, Marg. Yorick’s
team from fifth won every game which they
played. Betty Pringle, Isabel Hatton, and
On Parents’ Night, Isabel Robertson, a
friend from Scotland, gave a display of
underwater swimming. She might arrange
to give private exhibitions on request.
* * *
Anne Shilton, Wendy Camm and Anita
Lehtonen demonstrated life-saving.
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Mildred Russell and Jean Jordan are
two outstanding archers from Middle
School. We will be watching to see whom
they hit.
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: Olive Angus were the stars on the winning
team.
Editor's Note
In Lower School, .IA was the winner,
although ID thought that they had the
championship, but they lost by just a few
points in the final game.
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some of the players on IA’s volleyball team
in a few years. Shirley Bishop, Shirley
Allen, Jean Angus, June Baird and Flora
Clements will be the stars of the school in
volleyball.
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has modestly omitted her own name in this
section. There is not a sport in the school
in which she does not take an active part.
She won an Honour “J” pin fast year, which
shows that she is one of the keenest athletes
in the school. She is the leader of the baseball
and arranged an excellent tournament
in the Fall for the Upper School. She
captained one of the fifth form volleyball
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The Girls' Club is formed to promote
better fellowship among the girls of the
school. Each fifth form girl is given a little
sister in first form, whom she must welcome
and introduce to the others. At the initiation
party they found out what good sports
our first-formers are this year, and see a
bright future ahead for their club with
these young enthusiasts carrying on.
The girls handle the packing of Christmas
baskets for the Neighbourhood Workers.
The Hi-Y and the boys of the school assist
financially. This service has become traditional
and is greatly appreciated.
The members of the Girls’ Club are also
handling the knitting sponsored by the War
Service Council, for our ex-students on
active service.
They have many plans for their work
in the future and hope that the Girls’ Club
will carry on and will have more cooperation
from all the girls in the school.
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President - - - - - - Marion Russell ^
Vice-President - June Cumberland
Secretary - -
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Treasurer - -
- Jean McCrae
Social Convenor
- Beryl Wratten
Past Social Convenor - - - Kay Dick
Deportment Convenor - - - Marg. Craig
2nd Form Rep. - - - Elaine Radburn
1st Form Rep. - - - Patsy Henderson
Advisers - - - - - Miss Elliot
Miss McCamus
EXECUTIVE
President - - - -
Vice-President - - -
Secretary ..................
Assistant Secretary -
Treasurer - - - -
Assistant Treasurer
Past Treasurer - - •
Adviser..................
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Back Row—A. Sedgewick (Councillor), A. McKillop (Treasurer), Mr. Sheppard.
Front Row—B. Wratten (Councillor), D. Macfarlane (President), It. Foster
(Secretary), B. Pringle (Councillor).
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For the past few years, the History Club This year the History Club must be
has been most active, both in the edu- further congratulated for introducing a
cational and the social life of Jarvis great service in the school. For some time,
students. Their entertaining concerts in the History Club members have kept up a
auditorium are a source of enjoyment to steady flow of correspondence with enlisted
a large proportion of the students, who ex-Jarvisites, both at home and abroad,
gather to sing, listen to songs and speeches, and thereby have provided the inspiration
and in general, be merry. Their meetings, for the formation of the Jarvis War Service
held on the serious side, are both enjoyable Council. This latter organization has taken
and enlightening. Topics, old and new, are over the important matter of raising funds
handled and discussed in an efficient and for wool, gifts, etc., and its growth can
expert manner by the live-wire members of directly be attributed to the History Club,
the club.
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HI-Y CLUB
G. Bee (Secretary), B. Moore (Vice-President), G. Hatch (President), Mr. Steinhaucr,
R. Upper (Treasurer).
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Go-lpA. Club
The newly formed O.T.C. Club has Secretary George Hatch,
sponsored courses in signalling, first-aid, The aim of the club is primarily to train
and map reading, as well as conducting Jarvis Cadets to become efficient and capable
officers of the battalion for the Cadet
the inlerform shooting.
The officers in charge are President Bob inspection on April 24th, and secondarily,
Moore, Vice-President Bob Whyte, and to be more useful citizens of Canada.
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Once a little-known and almost inactive The proceeds of the gala Christmas dance
organization, the Jarvis Hi-Y has advanced held in the auditorium, under the sponsorto
the point where it is now one of the ship of the Hi-Y, provided many undersoundest
and finest clubs in the school. The privileged families in the district with
members, who are all Upper School boys, Christmas baskets. The Hi-Y, this year,
are treated to informative and beneficial has also undertaken the collection of reading
material which will be turned over to
lectures at their bi-monthly meetings, presided
over by George Hatch.
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P. Shackleton (Publicity Director), B. Cowan (President), Mr. McKerracher, R.
Murray (Treasurer), R. Russell (Secretary).
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CAMERA CLUB
D. Shaul (Secretary), M. Brown (Vice-President), B. Thomas (President), D.
D’Arcy (Treasurer), H. Orgill (Assistant Secretary).
For many years a thriving and selfsupporting
organization, the Camera Club
this year continues to provide enjoyment
for the many camera enthusiasts in the
school. A practical demonstration of some
phase of picture-taking or developing is
given and discussed at every meeting.
Their plans this year call for the showing
of movies in the auditorium in con-
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RECORD CLUB
J. Silverstein (President), P. Teale (Executive), Mr. Steinhauer.
Reco-tid GLdx
In two years the Jarvis Record Club ed to recordings of symphonies, arias, and
has progressed from the experimental stage overtures. Gradually an increasingly large
into a practical, entertaining, and edu- library of recorded music is being gathered
cational organization. Under Mr. Stein- by this group of Jarvis music lovers. The
hauer’s leadership the club holds regular Record Club extends to all the invitation
meetings, at which the members are treat- to attend their meetings
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Under the advisorship of Miss Me- zation has a surprisingly large Lower.
Camus, a group of Lower School students School following,
meet monthly to discuss stamps of foreign This year’s programme calls for the sale
countries, and travel in general. Little of War Savings Stamps in the school, for
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Miss McCamus, D. O’Brien (President), J. Mayer (Publicity Director), H. Moore
(Vice-President), Ted Wilson (absent).
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ORCHESTRA
Back Row—Mr. Wilkie, H. McKagues, A. Gardiner, D. Cavanaugh, J. Silvertein, E.
Safarian.
Middle Row—J. May, V. Howard, A. Reynolds, H. Siegal, G. Pyper, R. Campbell, II.
Moore.
Front Row—S. Self, J. Perry, H. Dariziuk, S. Wultz, M. Sibbuld, S. Moore, B. Jarvis,
N. Jess.
CHOIR
Back Row—Mr. Wilkie (Conductor), Eleanor Schmidt, Mabel Robinson, Norma Johnston,
Antonia Grube, Frances Ward.
Third Row—Olga Atamanuik, Eleanor Willard, Meeta Cassidy, Marjorie Owen, Shirley
Allen, Margaret Albright, Lilian Marrit, Kathleen Lansdell, Peggy Payton, Gloria
Little, Betty Jarvis.
Second Row—Ruth Battler, Isabel Hebburn, Daisy Finnemore, Eris Maclvor, Mary
O’Brian, Una Mundy, Shirley Comper, Bernice Rabjohn, Audrey Gray.
Front Row—Marilyn Hunter, Koula Leousis, Blanche Jamieson, Patsy Henderson, Adel
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Mr. D. H. Blatchford graduated from
Victoria College in Mathematics and
Physics. After completing a year at O.C.E.
he was appointed to the staff of Albert
College in Belleville. After three very successful
years in this position he returned
to Toronto and accepted a position on the
staff of Jarvis Collegiate. During his time
at Jarvis he not only had outstanding
success as a teacher, but he was always
an ardent supporter of every kind of school
sport. His promotion to the headship of
the Mathematical Department at Parkdale
Collegiate comes as a well-merited reward
for faithful and efficient service and while
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INTRODUCTION
SPORTS at JARVIS this year, have as
usual, had their ups and downs. We fielded
three teams in RUGBY, which dished up
plenty of thrills and spills for the fans.
Talking of fans—where were they? Looking
up last year’s Magnet, I see the school
was patted on the back for its school spirit.
The remark seems to have done more harm
than good; for, aside from the few faithfuls
who always come out, the stands looked
mighty bare. How about it now! Are
you going to let the boys down? After
practising hard every night in the week it’s
a big let-down at game time to see the
stands packed — with the other school’s
supporters. That is enough to start any
team off on the wrong foot, let alone a
Jarvis rugby squad. Surely if the boys consider
it worth while to play, the least we
can do is to get out and cheer them along.
After all, “it isn’t whether we win or lose
but how we play the game”.
Then there is the HOCKEY. We have
no regular league teams this year—to find
the reason just read the hockey commentary—but
we have three teams for exhibition
games; anywhere, any time!
This column likes to give credit where
credit is due. Therefore, the three-star
award for this year goes to the J.C.I.
BOYS’ ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. They
have functioned smoothly and efficiently
under the leadership of MR. HILL and
RUSS UPPER. Not only have they provided
for the fielding of intercollegiate
teams, but they have supported with vim
and vigour our interform sports. These
have always attracted a great deal of attention
at Jarvis and this year is no exception.
They provide a source of recreation
for the students, whose athletic ability is
not sufficient to warrant their being on the
school teams. Enthusiasm and keen interest,
not skill, are primary essentials of this
sport. The games are arranged and refereed
by energetic students, who spend a great
deal of time for the benefit of the boys as
a whole. Every sport possible is played—
rugby, basketball, ice-hockey, floor-hockey,
volleyball, track, swimming, and baseball.
On behalf of the many participants in
the various interform sports, we wish to
thank MR. HILL and THE BOYS’ A A.
for their splendid co-operation and organization,
the boys who arranged and refereed
the games, and the many teachers who
supervise the after-school games in the
gym.
Thanks to MR. ALLIN, our thoughtful,
sports-minded principal, whose support and
co-operation we gratefully acknowledge.
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When the boys turned out for senior mediocre success, always gave all they had.
rugby in the early Fall, prospects were none In the first game our boys fought des-
too promising; but by the time the first perately, but both out-played and outgame
had rolled around, Mr. Bowman, weighed by Danforth Tech’s brilliant squad,
Jarvis rugby mentor, had turned a small they went down to defeat. Our stalwarts
but willing band of boys into a hard-fight- suffered a similar fate at the hands of
ing willing bunch of players. Owing to the Riverdale. The highlight of the senior
lack of substitutes, several players were rugby season was in the next game against
forced to learn more than one position Lawrence Park in which the team, paced
and many others were forced to play entire by the passing of LeRoue, Johnson and
games. In spite of these disadvantages the Upper, and the reception of Hatch, Caterine
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fensive to defeat their highly-rated opponents.
The battle-scarred Seniors wound
up their campaign by losing a heart-breaker
to Norvoc. In this game the diminutive
Ralph LeRoue and Russ Upper suffered injuries.
Although many of the Seniors were playing
rugby for the first time, under the
coaching of Mr. Bowman, all improved
with time and gave a good account of themselves.
We still remember those smashing
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plunges of Ralph Johnson; LeRoue’s booming
punts and bullet passes; Russ Upper’s
running back kicks; Caterine’s deadly
tackling; Bob Moore’s and Freddy Dyer’s
“barking”. Along the line Murray, Boultbee,
Wilson, Scott, and all the others fought
well.
Jarvis Seniors may not have been a
championship squad, but they yielded to
no one in their fighting spirit. Well done,
boys!
’Twas the third day of November,
A sunny afternoon,
And every Jarvis member
Was singing the Jarvis tune.
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Reiley stood there all alone,
The pass came true and fast.
Northern Voke began to groan
To cheer all Jarvis massed.
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The Jarvis senior rugby team
Was playing Northern Voke,
And Jarvis’ noble rugby theme
Was, “Let ’em see our smoke”.
The stands were overflowing
With students from both schools,
As the referee was showing
The teams the book of rules.
A breathless hush fell on the crowd
When Reiley kicked the ball,
The game was on! The cheers were loud!
Northern was riding for a fall!
Then Jarvis used the pass.
To Reiley they all went,
But he was covered by a mass
Of players, who were sent
To break an arm a rib, a nose,
A leg or even worse,
To fix him up tried all his foes,
Right pretty for the nurse.
A minute left, the clock did read,
And it is sad to say,
That Northern Voke were in the lead
And time for just one play.
In Jarvis halls right to this day
There’s gloom instead of fame,
For Reiley muffed that winning play
And Jarvis lost the game.
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Rugby conditioning:
Early to bed,
Early to rise,
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With Wade and Upper forming a nucleus
from last year and with a complete Bantam
team from that year, which behind the
charging figure of Zurbrigg had reached the
playoffs, the prospects seemed good in that
second week of September. For years, indeed
they had not looked better.
When Upper was drafted to the Seniors
the first of the battalion of troubles came.
Days later Wade went out with a cracked
wrist, and then on the eve of the first game
Zurbrigg injured his ankle so badly that he
could do little for the rest of the season.
So without these three key-men we lost
our first game to Danforth Tech, 16-1. In
the second game we eked out a last quarter
victory over Eastern Commerce on the
strength of a great play by Zurbrigg, who
hobbled fifty yards on a plunge. In the
third we held Riverdale to a 2-2 tie. In the
last two games Jarvis dropped close decisions
to Lawrence Park and Northern
Vocational.
A winning team must possess the will to
win, must display good judgment when in
a tight corner, and must enjoy freedom
from severe injuries. All of these essentials
we lacked to a greater or less degree.
Certain it is however, that linemen like
Ashton, Willson, Turnbull and Lacey, and
backs like Zurbrigg, Neal, Currie and
Kressler are as good as any individuals they
met and will be heard from again some fine
autumn afternoon.
The 1940 Bantams started with a few
weeks’ drill to condition the boys and to
teach them something of the fundamentals
of rugby.
After an exhibition game with Riverdale,
a 5-5 tie, we played Danforth Tech and
were thrilled to eke out a 2-1 victory. In
our second engagement—with Malvern—
something seemed to go wrong, especially
with the score, 18-0, for Malvern. The
drubbing was apparently good for us, as
the boys next trounced Eastern Commerce
13-4; but we seemed to alternate regularly.
In a drenching rain, Riverdale edged out a
9-8 victory over our thoroughly begrimed
boys.
Despite being sorely neglected by the
student-body, track has got off to a flying
start, with brilliant success in the interschool
cross-country races held this Fall.
Unfortunately, track is falling in popularity
in favour of less energetic sports. In the
School Games at Exhibition track last year,
Jarvis slipped from her former third position
to twelfth. This can only be remedied
Ba+vta+n RucjJiif,
This ended the regular schedule, but we
found ourselves tied with Danforth Tech
for second place, with a play-off due. Our
team fought hard, and although they were
leading at half time, Danforth surged ahead
to win the game, 11-7.
Although the boys won no great honours,
they showed that they could play good
clean rugby even when losing, and in no
way did they discredit Jarvis.
Finally, we wish to express our appreciation
for the help given us by those
stalwarts, Ralph Shilton, Doug. Keary and
Harry Roper. Thanks a lot, boys. Your
support was invaluable.
Three cheers for the Bantams.
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for track work.
In interschool activities last year, Jarvis
and Norvoc split honours, each winning on
their home track.
In the annual cross-country run held last
May, Phil. Shackleton repeated his marvelous
performance of the year before. Thompson
was second, and Britain third. The
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and we feel sure it will fall this year.
Among those participating in the interschool
cross-country runs this Fall were
Phil. Shackleton, Jim Crawford, Bill
Gardner, Dave Gordon, Louie Ginsler, Dick
Wilkins, Dave Boyd, Jim Johnston, and
BANTAM RUGBY
Back Row (left to right)—Ileighen, Cummins,
Hendra (Capt.), Motink, Crawford,
Speck.
Middle Row—Turnbull, Egg, Mangoff, Coulter,
Love, Gracie, Godman, Kileeg.
yours truly Fox-Revett. The Juniors made Front Row—Lee, Farquhar, Elieff, Haffey,
up of Yaneff, MacDermott, Cummins, Jeffs, Henderson.
Robey, Solomon, Morgan, Sparling, Billman,
Mowatt, and Leouss, should do much
better next year, if they train.
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Well, after we had washed the mud from
the runners and found out which school
they represented, we received the rather
JUNIOR RUGBY
Back Row—Carson, Slighte, Wade, Zurbrigg,
Yewman, Simbrow.
surprising result that the Jarvis Senior team Middle Row—Lacey, Neil, Currie, Dales,
had led the Upper Canada, Danforth Tech, Jefferies, Ashton, Wier.
and Northern Vocational plugs to the post. Front Row—Fenton, Wilson, Stoicheff, Kres-
This was the result at the Norvoc stables s,cr' Br,en’ Watton' Crawford.
last October 17th, after a tortuous run
under skies that served up first hail and
then cold rain. In the junior race, we are
sorry to say that Jarvis was an also-ran.
The day for the second race was bright
and sunny—made to order. The race made
the circuit of the Upper Canada pasture.
After the race the score-board said that the
Danforth Seniors had beaten Jarvis by a
mere two points. For the second time the
Jarvis Juniors also ran.
At Danforth we were treacherously
forced into twice wading a creek. This time
the Jarvis mudders were just nosed out by
the U.C.C. grand-mudders. And once more
the Jarvis Juniors also ran. (At least they’re
consistent.)
Jarvis played host to the three schools
on another cold day. U.C.C. again finished
slightly ahead of the Jarvis Seniors. But
what of those Juniors? Perhaps they will
redeem themselves in indoor track work.
This is the first year that Jarvis has
entered such a series of cross-country races.
We hope that this will become an annual
event. At the close of the season we held
a banquet and dance at Danforth Tech. I
am sure that we all had a swell time, enjoyed
a good meal, and learned something
from our guest speaker, Mr. Ed. Archibald,
former Olympic athlete and all-round
Canadian track and field champ.
SENIOR RUGBY
Back Row—McCracken, Johnson, Hatch,
Upper, Murray, McKillop, Chandler.
Middle Row—Wilson, Caterine, Purvis,
Switzer, LeRoue, Petrie.
Front Row—Moore, Boultbee, Russell, Gordon,
Burgess, Brown.
Missing—Scott, PaskalofT, Dyer, Silcox,
Grindlay.
TRACK TEAM
Back Row—Mr. Dyce (Coach), Crawford,
Wilkins, Shackleton, Fox-Revett.
Middle Row—Billman, Cummins, Leouss,
Gordon, Boyd, Gardner, McDermott.
Front Row—Neil, Sinclair, Morgan, Ginsler,
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Hockey at Jams is different this year.
The exciting-plus evenings of the past two
seasons in the glamorous setting of Varsity
Arena have been enfolded by the fading
pages of history. We look back enviously
to “the good old days” and turn impatiently
to ask “Why? Oh why?”
Finance is one all-important reason. In
war-time the expensive practice ice and the
fee for the games at Varsity can not be
justified—on any grounds. Our eager desire
to back the newly-fiedged but powerfullysupported
War Service Council would
tolerate no such prodigality.
Serious injuries, such as that suffered by
Bruce Masters last year, due to the gangsterisms
of certain self-styled “rogues”
have led to a decided aversion to further
participation in the intercollegiate loop.
Finally and most important, the slogan
of the Boys’ A.A., “The most sport for
the greatest number within our resources”,
has led us to abandon concentration on the
“chosen” few for a whole-hearted promotion
of the House Leagues in hockey,- as in all
other sports.
TOUCH RUGBY
Back Row—Davidson, Reiss, Blanks tone,
Safarian.
Front Row—Silverstein, A. Mark, I. Mark,
Hoffman, Strickland.
BASKETBALL
Back Row—Shaul, Russ, Winter, Safarian.
Front Row—Silverstein, A. Mark, Blackstone,
I. Mark, Hoffman.
BANTAM HOCKEY
Back Row—Shugg, Beau, Winemaster.
Front Row—Mr. Hill, Siberry, Sills, Elieff,
Glancy.
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Back Row—Hulse, Wier, Simbrow, Mc­
Cracken, Ashton.
Front Row—Turnbull, M. Crawford, J.
Crawford, Haws, Ivory, Jefferies, Johnson.
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For those who are a little better (“Did
I say that?”) and are not content with the
class of competition provided by the intramural
rivalry, we have the J.C.I. Boys’
Hockey Club, a snooty selection of the
fifteen best to comprise the Jarvis Bantam,
SENIOR HOCKEY
Back Row—McCracken, Murray, Johnson,
Russell, Zurbrgg.
Front Row—Wilkins, O’Halloran, Dyer, Le-
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Junior, and Senior teams. Applications are To similar clubs throughout the city, be
many and the competition for membership they private or public, we challenge lustily,
is keen.
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year proved a blessing in disguise to the
numerous Jarvis hoop enthusiasts. Every
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HUGHOGHTIS
Lost but not forgotten—Mr. Wright— To make it more emphatic, Hatch and
our popular coach of last year’s rugby and Caterine made the Eastern “All Stars”,
basketball teams, has joined up. Jarvis is LeRoue copped honourable mention,
proud of her lieutenant and wishes him the * * *
best of luck.
They say that Mr. Allin is going to hold
* * *
the stop-watch next time the Juniors play
Orchids to 4C, the best balanced form Riverdale — could it be there was some
in the school. Brains and brawn won them mistake?
rugby and basketball, and who knows
* * *
what else?
“Hips” Johnson can really swivel on a
* * *
rugby field — and for that matter what
Gerard Cote may be good but just cast about the basketball floor?
a glance at our own Phil. Shackleton—
* * *
marathoner deluxe—4 firsts in as many A hearty handshake to Mr. Coombs, our
starts.
likeable coach of the Bantams. We wish
* * *
him every success.
Then there is Ralph “Whippet” LeRoue
* * *
—a past master at the art of handling a
Even with a bad ankle most of the time,
ball—whether it be a football, a basketball
Captain Ray Zurbrigg was the real sparkplug
of the Junior rugby squad. Next, year
or a baseball. Then of course there is
hockey too.
* * *
should see him a tower of strength on any
team.
Do you know just how much work Mr.
* * *
Hill does for the boys’ A.A.? We don’t
either; but we do know that the fine Then there are those two great end-run
position of sports in the school is a tribute artists Currie and Crawford, Man! can
to his ability. May he keep up the good those boys run.
work!
* * *
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Among those stalwart Junior linemen de-
Do you remember the mighty “thwack serving of mention are Ashton and Wilson.
as Russ upper piled into three or four
* * *
tacklers in his great run-backs? Russ was
always the first one up too—except in the
Humberside game!
Those who deserve watching on the
Bantam team are Hendra for his kicking,
Mangoff for his plunging, and Motink for
his line work.
* * *
What does the name Ridley recall to
you? Ask any of the senior rugby players.
* * *
To them it means galloping ghosts in Editor's Note—It you see any mention
hockey pants with enough energy to lick of Wade’s athletic ability in the above it
the pants off all comers.
is strongly against his will. In the new
* * * system this year the sports were well
Hold your breathe gentle readers — a handled by Bill with the able assistance of
report has just come in from the statistics the coaches and the boys who run House
bureau—J.C.I. senior rugby squad has Leagues; therefore it was unavoidable that
scored their first touchdown in three (3)
years!
such an outstanding player as Bill should
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We Are Such Stuff /Is Dreams Are
Made Of
When Doris Harring comes late, she
really comes late. Well, anything worth doing
is worth doing well.
Logan Forsythe of IB received a double
helping when the brains were handed round.
George Pyper is a skilful violinist. Now
all we have to do is meet a Fiddler who is
a Piper, n’est-ce pas?
Miss Cosens, in domestic science, “Are
you kneading any dough?” Mabel Robertson,
“Yes, about two dollars”.
Keith Alexander will soon have a controlling
interest in the library, at the rate
he is paying for overdue books.
Tonia Grube and Patsy Henderson keep
the wires warm. Do they want to compare
notes?
Why do Dave Bee and Vernon Bertram
finish their lunch in classroom?
Betty Haeger and Phyllis Young galavant
a lot. Don’t neglect your studies, now!
Hall and Harrison of 2B show us how
One year’s experience made a good man
out of Goodman. He never opens his mouth
till he’s told to now.
McCauley of 1C is a scientist without
a degree. He gives free lectures on the girl
of the future.
A. Leith of 1C supplies free air mixed
with wisdom.
Aren’t Robert Bickerton and Jack Barnes
waterlogged from so much swimming?
And Webber is another star in the tank.
We wonder if Katz of 1C has the proverbial
nine lives. If I catch the person responsible
for that pun. . . 1
It’s a pity Eric Godman has to wave his
hands around while he talks. He might
injure somebody.
Walsh and Deller in IB love to talk
about guns. Walsh boasts he once shot a
musket. Deller claims he shot the cannon
in Riverdale Park.
Row One in 1C
March—You handsome man!
Howard—lC’s violinist,
to mind our own business and get on with Hayman—The talkative baseball player.
the job.
Decary—lC’s Tony Galento.
Noreen Hill keeps IB posted on all the Gardiner—Just another girl’s idol?
latest gossip of 1A.
Hick—No relation to hicough.
Jack McKay is lC’s farm broadcaster. McArthur—The originator of horse-play.
Will Marion Aarion and Shirley Bishop
Hennigar—Un petit enfant.
Lawrason—The bloke responsible for this
ever learn to be in their seats at 9 a.m.?
Why do Mr. Coombs and Miss McCamus
like Frank Vella so much?
We do admire Ian Gracie’s long comb.
But, we could do without it.
nonsense.
* *
“My date put his arm around me three
times last night.”
“He must have a long arm.”
* *
She ain’t my best gal—just necks best.
—Kroelite News
* *
“Just a few lines . . . !”
Are you miserable, irritable, run down?
Do you lack your old pep and vitality?
Why not get a good night’s sleep for a
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Second and 'TlUnd tf-oswuL
Evidently Bob Haig believes in the
“leave your homework till the morrow”
philosophy too.
“Granny” Gray has taken up knitting to
pass the physics periods away.
Who said Henderson of 2E had more
energy than brain?
Margaret has a hard time keeping awake
in science.
Those 3 o’clock naps just set you up for
the walk home, don’t they, June Radermacher?
Poor Carol Rylie has to report at 8.45
a.m. She might as well go to night school.
We strongly recommend that these people
procure a copy of “Mathematics Without
Moans” by Anne Shilton and E. Mitchell.
The Grasshoppers’ Club
Barbara Shields inquires, “I don’t suppose
anybody did her geometry, did she?”
“So I took a holiday to drive my new
truck,” chirped Davis, 3D.
Johnson of 2E will never grow up if he
keeps on guzzling so much pop.
Don’t you think Miriam Rosenthal and
Don Macaulay would make a delightful
sewing-circle? How about you joining them,
Maclver?
Sighs Servos, “Isn’t it too bad we have
to go to school on such a nice day?”
Gale of 2E is a great runner( away from
Latin).
Leoman wants to know who will lend
him last night’s homework.
Ruth Roden, in an angelic syrupy tone,
“I forgot my note, Miss Stinson”.
And Slighte goes one better with, “I’ll
bring my note tomorrow, sir.”
Too bad we all can’t take life as easy
as Robertson Gracie.
And Melville Thomas has to be asked
every question twice. Once to wake him,
and again to keep him awake.
Orgill, yawning, “I was out with Helen
last night”.
Will Guiguite Straus kindly make her
algebra more comprehensible, so that 3A
can do last night’s homework, please?
Now Fancy That!
They say that Davidson in 2E is an
ardent reader in every period but literature.
Triumph or Rangers?
It’s out! The secret of Shirley Jackes’
shining red hair. Visit Moy Tea’s Salon,
third seat, third row, 3A.
John Billman is said to dress like a
painter’s palette.
We should like to see Betty Armstrong
cutting rugs to Marion Sibbald’s clarinet
accompaniment and the warbling of Olga
Yartym and Louise Gage.
And Jean May, the Lancashire Lass,
might do the Lambeth Walk.
Miss McCamus advised Ailsa Maclvor
and Beverley Mcgugan to talk more. Bet
she regrets it by now!
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“If thy homework interferes with thy
pleasure, leave the homework till the
morrow,” says Yewman, and isn’t that just
human?
Gail Stronach suggests, “Chalk will
clean dirty running shoes”. B. of E. auditor
snarls, “That’s the way the money goes...”
Struthers of 2E complains that beautiful
student-teachers distract him. Remedy:
just send them up to us.
At 12:15 Nancy Ghent indulges in her
weakness for home cooking. Constructively
or destructively?
Stan Cohn, replying to question in
Latin, “I don’t know, sir”. Latin report
90%.
And 1 Quote ....
Said Hulse, “I wouldn’t want to disappoint
the girls, so I’m going to the dance.”
Hoorah! The days of chivalry are back.
Splitting Bristles:
Miss Durie—“Now the author believes
that the pig is a very suspicious animal.
What reason does he give, June?”
June Colter—“What pig?”
Mr. Moorhouse to Eugene Egg—“Now
Bean, what is the past perfect of. . . . Oh,
so sorry, I have my foods mixed.”
Motink—“In my book it says . .
Says “Sunnyboy” Wilkinson of 3D, “I
tell you, fellows, he’s going to spring a test
on us today.”
Said Purvis, “So I pawned my watch
and went to the show”.
“Now take the Boy Scouts, for example,”
pipes Gawley.
“The name is Quessler, spelt with a K.”
We could fill the book with a single
quotation from Professor Mastronardi, 3E.
Sputters Shagg of 2D, “Boy, you ought
to have seen that last hockey game,
Smith 1”
Sweepings
“Pugeons” asserts his right to be called
Pagson.
. Mary Kolodinik’s cheerful grin often
banishes the early morning blues.
They say Teghtsoonian’s curly hair is a
result of all his brain waves.
We present the Carmans:
Eva the artist, Selma the musician,
Blue-eyed Nancy, and green-eyed June.
Are often seen together at noon.
That’s free verse. We wouldn’t think of
charging for it.
One “shot” Mr. Moorhouse missed; Bert
Cumming and Mr. Bowman at play. I’ll
bet Mr. Bowman was “up to bat?”
Nadine Hall and Lois Findlay give you
“music in the sweet and low”.
If he’s caught mixing his periods, Markson
will have to pass up German or Music.
Sympathy: Frances Kent and Margaret
Haig were limping up stairs.
Mr. Allin asked, “Are you lame, Margaret?”
“Oh no, sir,” Margaret replied, “I’m just
keeping Frances company.”
Mayer Senior and Mayer Junior resent
being called “Herr Biirgermeister”. But
you don’t have to believe me, just call them
that and see!
You ought to see Beverley Meredith’s
marionettes. They raised $15.00 for the
Red Cross.
It’s a sad state: two bosom friends on
opposite sides of the room. Couldn’t Miss
McRobert close her eyes to Peggy Hay’s
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Carson of 2D could do without that
fudge cone at noon.
Glad to see Rose-Marie is back, bright
as ever after her long absence.
Trout likes to bat his mates in 2E with
books in his spare time. Cute little tyke!
Our friend O’Brian in 2D would like his
name spelt with an “A” rather than an “E”.
Now Fancy That l
Petite “Posie” Hewitson really enjoys
history periods, mistakes and all.
Chain letter: Tribe and Crawford want
to borrow Cohen’s homework. Cohen
borrows it from Segal, who in turn gets it
from Wratten, who gets it from his sister.
Quiet! That one was supposed to be
censored at source.
Grace Bolton’s sense of humour has often
saved the day.
You don’t hear from Haffey till the reports
are published. Then, somehow, he's
up on top.
3B is somewhat amused at Frances
Martin’s rigmarole of the Prophets.
When Mullins speaks, the very ground
vibrates.
Sid Walman, 2E, is now an “admiral”
or “field marshal” in the Orpheum Theatre.
Mary Ellen, the animated dictionary,
will probably be a Latin teacher.
And Bradley of 2E? Oh, Bradley is the
form’s little angel.
Margaret has a hard time keeping awake
in science.
Smith of 2E is the ambitious lad in row
2. Now where have I heard that name before?
Will some one please help Audrey Baxter
organize her lock so that her books won’t
pour all over her when she opens her
locker?
Northcott of 2E 'has aeroplanes on the
brain. He keeps taking power dives into his
seat.
Bosanquet of 2E is the man with a
thousand names, a verbal Lon Chaney.
Peter Zinko is a talkative little fellow
whose hazy attitude overawes all the
teachers.
Blanchard, 2D, proves that smooth running
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Pete Lamb is teaching his brother, Tom,
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Draper, 2D, is all tied up in a geometry
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O yez, oh yez?
Siberry and Henshall are still arguing as
to who played the most on the last basketball
team.
Now Wouldn’t It Be Odd If . . .
J. Purvis arrived early, just once?
Or if Ethel Miller proved to be a Grocer?
Or Marian Stewart were a Butler?
And Kay Pike turned out to be a
Pickerel?
And Lucienne were a Factory, instead
of a Mill?
Or Joan were a Watson, instead of a
Sherlock?
An’ just supposin’ maybe Joy were a
Bun rather than a Roll?
And Aileen Massingbird were a Humming-bird?
Here, here, this can’t go on forever. It’s
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IVot’s Wrong Pop, Doncha Know?
Where were you, Letros my boy, when
your house was robbed?
2A wants to know just what Audrey
Howlett and Dorothy Hirst are always
whispering about in class?
How does Etherington escape the wrath
of the office when he's late?
Is John “Ping-Pong” Hanley paying 3D
another visit?
Who was the boy who monopolized
Susan Ackland at the last Tea Dance?
Stuart must be training for the secret
service; we never see 'him after first period.
The folk in 2A hear a furtive crackle of
paper in the class, and see Blanche Francis
munching something that seems to be good.
Come on, share up!
I say there, can Huntely Gordon argue
like his brother?
How does K. Johnson, 2D, manage to
think of those wonderful things he relates
to Miss Durie?
When will Geraldine Shoot stop trying
to sell tickets to plays 50c and up?
Where can Philpott of 2E find better
gossip and bigger fights?
Who can doubt those wonderful tales of
heroism J. Gardiner tells?
Is Kirkpatrick of 2E taking mathematics
seriously, or did the return of the studentteachers
inspire 'him? A while ago 2E was
distracted, now they’re inspired. Can’t
they make up their minds?
Will Hayes of 2D spend less time on
school next year, and more time on the
girls as he has promised?
Why does Miss St. John always step on
Gibson, 2D’s angel?
What Wc Want To Know Is . . .
What will Mayer be when he grows up?
According to himself, Professeur de Langues
Modernes. According to Mr. Brokenshire
. ... ?
Is Tom Ivory getting too much phosphorus
in his diet? See his nose shine?
Will Joan Perry win the next ice cream
cone Mr. Jenkins offers as a reward?
How long will “The Eric Johnson” and
Bill “Poacher’s Pockets” Farlow keep the
pace in chemistry? What do you carry in
■those pockets, Bill? A moose?
Say, it must keep Jessie Lee busy
answering all those letters she opens at 9
o’clock.
Odds ’n Ends
Mark Brothers Construction Company:
Eileen Jeffries—architect
Lennox—co-architect
Graham—hod carrier
O’Halloran of 4E will write a book on
“The Work of St. Patrick Among the
Savages”.
Marjory Smith of 4C and nine o’clock
invariably arrive at the same time.
It’s not quite as good as Tennyson's
“Sleeping Beauty”, but here goes. . . .
I’ll tell you something
You will not forget,
’Tis a secret that you must keep;
Something I remember yet—
’T was the day that Atkinson fell asleep.
—By William Silcox.
Norma Bridson ought to make a splendid
secretary for someone.
4C’s favourite jitterbugs are Ruth Richmond
and Jack Blackstone.
And, in the smooth dancing class, Shirley
Day and Betty Campbell offer real competition.
Dick Wilkins led 4D by a mile in the
Fall term marks. Now the teachers want
us to play “follow the leader”.
Then there’s the story of the bloke who
slicked his hair down with Mentholatum
instead of vaseline by mistake; and had
everybody wondering who was eating
peppermint. Don’t look at me like that.
Murray “Mary” Sells is going to be a
long winded politician.
Time-tables made to order. Apply to
Joan Husband and Mildred Russell.
Ken Petrie and Bob Fenton, besides being
crooners (O yes, O yez!), are experts
in rugby and swimming.
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True “friendship in a cup” is often the
case between Audrey Calvert and Ruth
Stronach.
“Look here, it’s my suit, and I like it,
see' I ”
A violin is a beautiful thing and especially
when Helen Daruzak plays it.
4E is running a Tea Dance to get a razor
for Geleff.
Don’t Let On We Told You, But . . .
Gallup Poll:
Harry Riess—the sweetheart of 4C according
to the girls, and shouldn’t they
know? Gladys Huard—the sweetheart of
4C according to the boys, and shouldn’t
they know too?
Brien is 4D’s “blonde-bomber”. Does he
knock them out?
4A’s sewing-circle: Berys Brown, Margaret
Bozinoff and Bette Elton.
A few years hence a certain young air
force officer, Ross Davidson, will captivate
the ladies. How will he compete with Dave
Gordon?
We really think Norma Brodie ought to
make up her mind. It’s not fair to keep
two boys in suspense.
At the class party at Tony Strickland’s
(our geologist) everyone had a whale of a
time. Maybe there’s another on the way?
Lois Wilson looks forward to meeting a
certain “Mac” Brown in the upper hall
after French. Does he anticipate it too?
Bee has been buzzing about since he saw
Helen Henry.
When you hear “The Drummer Girl”,
it’s Shirley Diamond.
Ed. Day of 4D is a product of Malvern,
and he likes Latin. Queer, eh wot?
Eris Maclvor should know all the history
of Norway by now. At least she knows a
few Norwegian names.
Fred “Buckles” Breckles is the particular
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Oh Paddy Dear, And Did You
Hear . . . ?
“Trumpet-tooter” Habib gave a splendid
illustrated lecture on trumpet-tooting, with
variations on the theme, “See the Jarvis
Colours Fly. . . ”
Jean McCrea is a bright lass, whose
mind is ever on S.P.S. Going to be an
engineer, Jean?
A penny for Jack Hoffman’s thoughts
while he is studying at five to nine. Here,
here, canny wi’ the pennies!
Mildred Young and Willy Shakespeare
are old friends, ’tis said.
Jack Silverstien says he plays his violin
just for fun. Some fun! Hot dog!
Marjory Smith and 9 o’clock invariably
arrive at the same time.
You ought to see how Mr. Brokenshire
enjoys watching Lorimer buying tickets
from the T.T.C. representative. Little man,
what now?
Olive Angus is one of the very few girls,
that Mr. Wilkie can remember, to take
Manual Training.
It’s chaps like Leskovec and Komisar
that get our goat. Nothing ever happens to
them. Couldn’t they start a riot or something,
mabee?
Rooter’s Report: The H.M.S. 4D was
sunk off the coast of Room 25, by the
Geometry Submarine J. T. Jenkins. Casualties
heavy.
We bet Iris Hillis couldn’t say a word
with her hands tied behind her.
Thelma Copeland’s eyelashes will really
be long if she keeps on combing them in
class.
Barbara Ohrt says, “I’d like to get my
hands on the person who first started to
speak Latin!”
Elizabeth Richards inquires, “She has
the answer right, sir, but shouldn’t there
be a mark off for spelling?”
Anita Lehtonan exclaims, “Oh boy!
Geometry next period!” And she means it.
Rogers and Page are leading in the 4A
standing, while Morris and Coleman have
an insatiable desire for knowledge. Who
will win finally? Would you care to make
a bet, suh? Say about a grand?
Heart Beats
Whose ring is Eleanor Grant wearing on
her third finger, left hand? It’s Eleanor’s
now, silly!
Oh, if we all had names like Bob Love.
Mary Fairclough is interested in the
telephone, and not only from the standpoint
of Physics.
Well, at least McBride, 3C, has some
admirers, even if they are in 2A.
Every day is “Sadie Hawkins’ Day” for
Ted Wilson of 2C.
Is it true that Hickling is becoming 2E’s
Romeo, or is it a mirage?
Joy Nash inquires, “Has anybody got
a brother?”
“Name? Address? Phone?”
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H&uM. and Vi&upL the fycfftItA.
Kay Kent—She had the nerve to wear an
angora jacket to a tea dance!
Nancy Robinson—If Nancy would keep a
discreet silence as to what seniors
should do, our Lit. classes would be
much more pleasant.
Margaret Yorick—Her habit of entertaining
her many boy friends outside her
locker is very disturbing to Mr.
Ferguson.
Peggy Tucker—Who, like the Mounties,
always gets her man.
May McKinney—Who has been signed up
for the J.C.I. track team—but doesn’t
know it yet!
Sylvia Wagman—A skip in time saves —
trouble!
Shirley Johnson—From away out West.
She is quite frank when she says the
Jarvis lunch hour is just like the
Calgary Stampede.
Barbara Zimmerman — Whose thoughts
dwell on those who soar on high, and
we don’t mean angels.
Doreen Switzer—Says that she is going to
be a career woman if she ever gets out
of Jarvis.
Mary Cruise—Her interest is divided between
an editor and the R.CA.F.
Betty Rogers—The strong, silent type, and
lots of fun, when you get to know her.
Beatrice Thom—She takes a double period
of Zoology and appears to like it.
Evelyn Eadie—She seems to manager her
friends and still keeps up her homework.
Barbara Dawson—Fortunately, forgot
about her last year’s French marks
when complimented on her excellent
French this season.
Sylvia Rashman—Can go to Biology and
answer to the name of “Sybil” and
still come up smiling.
Meg McLaughlin—As Miss St. John says,
“Meg is so artistic that she must write
plays!”
* * *
We hear that Bob Russell has been
pegged by the proverbial Dan Cupid —
lucky fellow!
Then there’s the case of Jim Scott, he's
feeling quite lonesome now that all the
other scots have left.
Hollywood has its eye on Walter Prendergast,
or is it the other way round?
Give Domander a pair of bell-bottomed
trousers and a southwester, and he’ll be a
sailor.
A big, buxom, brute of a boy is Byron
Brocklebank.
Willie Burgess may look like a goldenhaired
angel—but oh ma, look out!
So quiet, so serious is Fred Dyer—it
must be love.
A few molar additions have helped Bill
Gardiner a lot at lunch-time.
They say Albert Katz once answered a
question in Lit.
A beaming light in Trig, and Chem. is
Nick Kostachuk—oh yeah?
From far-away St. Catharines came
Harold Lee.
A Sunday afternoon at Summit with
Pete “Cassanova” Burgess would be very
instructive.
It was rumored that Bob Bonney was
seen in 1935 without a wad of gum in his
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Gladys Cooper—One of Socrates’ ardent
admirers.
Doris Madden—Always hopes she can get
into her seat before Miss St. John says,
“You’re late”.
Katherine Lampman—The one who analyses
handwriting — but who can read
hers?
Mary Martin—“Censored”.
Betty Jarvis—“Will the nightingale sing in
room 49?”
Nellie Kuchar—Who wrote some of this,
has her bags all packed ready to run.
Margaret Lake—Believes in the old adage,
“Absence makes the heart grow
fonder”.
Naydene Sutton—That mysterious young
lady who waves to Mr. Ferguson each
night.
Marion Russell—Are we wrong or was that
a U.T.S. pin?
Audrey Anderson—The lassie with a flair
for fancy phrases.
Millicent Fraser—“Demure young maiden,
with shy glances laden.”
Betty Treloar—Our little Trig, helper, eh II
Domander?
Pearl Mudrick—A little girl with a load
of books and a lust for learning.
Sylvia Wults—Who plays the violin and
goes “to the bank”. When she has time
she comes to school.
Barbara Joyce—“Sugar and spice and
everything nice”, but what she doesn’t
know about Trig, would fill a book!
Violet Gill—“Credit with a smile.”
Doris Worthy—Likes to read movie magazines
behind her Lit. book.
Francis Zieman—5A poet who knows much
but says little, and what she does say
we can’t hear!
Annie Braden—Does she enjoy disecting in
Biology? And how!
Edith Smith—We don’t know if Edith is
going to go to Meds. next year, but
then maybe one doctor in the family
will be enough.
Viola Farr and Eleanor Major—Our own
version of “Jane Arden”.
Dorothy Martin—How do you do up the
back buttons on that blue jacket, Dot? L
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Miss McRobert uses Don D’Arcy as an
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They say that John Denty i$\Loying with
the idea of trying to flirt with a Certain tall
blonde.
If you’ve a problem, ask Lionel Ginsler
about it. He’s had them all!
’Tis said that big George Hatch’s smile
just captivates Miss McRobert.
We don’t say that Andy Gardner lives
in the Latin room, but . . .
“I don’t use my woman’s intuition,”
says Kenny Wilkins. Just look.
We wonder who knitted that sweater with
the padded shoulders for Lloyd Cousins?
The man who knows more about baseball
than about the French Revolution—Ralph
Shilton.
His body and soul may belong to Jarvis,
but Runnymede’s Evelyn has a stranglehold
on Bill Howell’s heart.
We needn’t say any more about Jim
Switzer when we say that he wears a Van
Kirk hat. No fooling.
Every Chemistry class has something to
be thankful for; ours is Rod McCauley.
He drives a crock almost as good as Mr.
Bowman’s, does Jimmy McEwen.
Aykroyd—A worthy successor to “Doc”
Weir on the hockey squad.
So help me! Mary Slatter says she
doesn’t know yet why Ralph Johnson takes
two French periods.
Keary—“Sh, don’t wake him”.
What would the History Club do without
Art Sedgewick to keep them on their
toes?
They say that Whyte even does all his
homework—every night.
“Speak up, Potter, what have you got
to say for yourself?”
Steinberg, we mean Leon, the mathematician,
is around somewhere too.
Bill Thomas and Howard Lacey seem to
have the same ambition—go right ahead,
boys, don’t let Big Bill Wade influence you!
Murray really does like his French
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note yet, or is that too much to ask?
Chandler started sword-swallowing, but
big-hearted Wilson fed him pins instead.
Dick Gundy to Holl'ord—“No, we can't
go to hear that swing band because that’s
the night of the Havergal dance.”
Flash — Jim Johnston has just been
elected President of the Boy’s Knitting
Club.
Sid Steinberg is still looking for someone
to tell him what Geom. is all about.
Would you believe it? Sid Tobin falls
in love with every girl he takes out.
According to Mr. Muir, Joe Yankoo is.
“effeverscent”.
Robert McCoy comes up with so many
correct answers that he is considering an
offer from “Information Please”.
Vic Paskaloff sleeps all morning, wakes
with a “bang” at lunch-time, and then
falls back into hibernation again at 1.15.
Mr. Muir answered so many questions
about alcohol for James Paxton, you
wouldn’t think the lad is an absolute teetotaler.
Jean McKinney—It is reported that Jean
is enrolled at Jarvis; but we lack
tangible evidence. f.
;Joy Winters—She still seems to receive
that certain attention, competition or
no competition.
Frances Love and Elizabeth Rogers—They
don’t need to say a word to each
other; they have an eyebrow code.
Mary McLaughlin—A girl who will always
see a lot in life—over other people’s
heads.
Gloria Shreeve—A volunteer to demonstrate
bunny hops and bear leaps for the
French class.
Eleanor Woollard—Miss St. John’s capable
secretary. She won’t even accept
bribes!
Florence Whiting—Where Florence is,
there is always a smile.
Isabel Robertson—A specialist on Scotch
dialect.
Agnes Doherty—Borrowed from London,
Ont. Keen on swimming and P.T.
Jean Nettle—Keen on dramatics and war
work.
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it is life itself
One of the
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young men of
Toronto is Mr.
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Mr. Chapman did not obtain his position
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Under present conditions, the average uneducated
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We do not have the exact figures—nobody
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Weller Secretarial Training prepares
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Mr. Stcinauer—
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Yelling at the girls for gossiping.
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“I told him I didn’t want to see him
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“What did he do?”
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“I don’t see where we can put up this
lecturer for the night.”
“Don’t worry. He always bring his own
bunk.”
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A friend of ours called her little daughter
who was born on Christmas Day, Carol.
But we always thought Carol was a hymn.
* * * * *
“Were you afraid to ask your father for
some money?”
“No, I was calm, and collected.”
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An historian announces that women
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Two spinsters were discussing men.
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* * *
“Mon brave!” he exclaimed, embracing A MONTH OF SUNDAES
Henri.
“I’d like to be a soda jerker.”
“Let us away at once, but careful we
“Oh! Why?”
must be, no?”
The market-square was deserted but for
“They lead such stirring lives.”
* * *
the two figures standing, caps in hand.
Alphonse slowly raised the flag while “What’s that bump on your head?”
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UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO
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UNIVERSITY COLLEGE
University College is the Provincial Arts College, maintained by the Province
of Ontario. It is non-denominational but not non-religious. There are residences for
men and for women. A spirit of unity and co-operation pervades the whole College.
University College offers thirty-two (32) scholarships at Matriculation and
many scholarships and prizes in course.
Substantial Bursaries are granted to able students who have difficulty in
bearing the total expense, of a university education. Preference is given to applicants
from schools not" situated in Toronto.
For information on'i residences, scholarships, entrance, choice of course, and
for a free copy of a beautifully illustrated descriptive booklet, write to the Registrar,
University College, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario.
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For information on courses in Arts, Medicine, Applied Science and Engineering, Household
Science, Education, Forestry, Music, Graduate Studies, Dentistry, Social Science, Nursing, the new
Course in Physical and Health Education, the new Honour Course in Geography, the Honour Course
in Law, the Course in Commerce, the Honour Courses in Fine Art and in Music, etc., write the
Registrar of the University. For particulars regarding the Pass Course for Teachers, Evening
Classes, Summer Session, courses in Occupational Therapy, in Physiotherapy, in Aerial Navigation,
and in Business, write to the Director of University Extension.
(Continued from page 50.)
On leaving, only one favour was asked of
us by Commander Hagtvedt, “Please do
not run away with our boys”. To which we
replied, “Would that be so terrible?” With
a gracious smile, but with a determined
tone in his voice, he answered, “They came
over here to win a war, not to win wives ’.
(Continued from page 56.)
before he could gain the protection of the
woods once more, two shots echoed through
the gully. Something hit a nearby tree,
while something else hit his antlers. In a
panic of fear he blundered on for miles befor
stopping. Hearing no sounds of pursuit
he looked around warily.
The evergreen “browse” around him was
plentiful and delicious — he forgot all unpleasant
experiences, and ate.
A pupil was doing a geometry problem.
All the work was in ink except the axis.
“Why isn’t the axis in ink,” queried the
teacher.
“Because they’re soon going to be rubbed
out,” was the bright reply.
Eat at the School Cafeteria
Where good meals are served
at Remarkably low prices.
With the money you Save
buy War Saving Stamps.
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9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s
mathematical instruments, nor his gym
shoes, nor his girl friend. If thou so offend’st,
thou shalt be held in low repute
amongst thy fellow-students.
10. Thou shalt not molest thy neighbour’s
lock, and especially shalt thou leave
alone mine, since it is of flighty nature.
“This is where I shine,” said Mary
Cruise, as she discovered that she had forgotten
her compact.
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Wishing the Students and
Faculty every success
in their work.
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