1943 Magnet Yearbook

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will be extended to 

THE SCHOOL MUSICIAN 

with all 

BAND AND ORCHESTRA INSTRUMENTS SUPPLIED 

The J. M. Greene Music Company 

57 QUEEN ST., E., TORONTO, ONT. 

Phone WA. 1215 

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CO-OPERATION 

This word is being used more and more in connection with the 

War Effort and in Post-War Planning. 

In banking service co-operation is a basic principle—services arc continuously 

expanded to provide for the varied and changing needs of 

individuals and of business. Banking organization and experience 

have been invaluable in the handling of-—Foreign Exchange Control 

—the servicing of Victory Loan and War Savings Certificate Sales— 

Ration Coupon Banking and other similar emergency requirements. 

Freedom of the Individual and Freedom of Enterprise are definitely 

linked with Co-operation. 

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UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO 

Founded by Royal Charter in 1836 “for the general education of youth 

in the various branches of Literature and Science on Christian Principles 

As one of the Federated Colleges in the Faculty of Arts of the 

University of Toronto, Victoria College enrols students in all 

courses leading to the degrees of Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor 

of Commerce and preparatory to admission to the schools of 

Graduate Studies, Divinity, Education, Law and Medicine. 

In the Anneslev Hall Women’s Residences and Wymilwood, accommodation 

is available for women students of Victoria College. In 

the Victoria College Residences accommodation is available for 

men students in Arts, and for a limited number of men students 

enrolled in other colleges, and faculties. 

For full information, including calendars and bulletins, 

apply to the Registrar, Victoria College, Toronto. 

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TEN YEARS 

In these days of rationed foods it is important to have 

dependable refrigeration. And what is more dependable 

than the flame that has, for so long, done the 'family cooking 

in 150,000 Toronto homes? 

A small flame of that sure constant fuel is all that is needed 

to operate the silent GA'S REFRIGERATOR. 

The first gas refrigerator installed in a 

Toronto home is still in operation. That 

is one of the reasons why it is possible to 

give a guarantee that no other make of 

automatic refrigerator offers— a GUAR 

ANTEE FOR TEN YEARS of the refrigerating 

unit. See the gas refrigerator 

first. 

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Shirt ... a triumph 

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rich in exclusive patterns 

and colours . . . new in 

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See also Forsyth Pajamas 

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available in smart solid 

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Bill Parker, ID 

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It was a beautiful day in Indian summer, 

as my uncle drove my mother and me 

through the countryside to my uncle’s cottage 

a few miles south of Gravenhurst. My 

uncle told me that my cousins were making 

a cabin, and we had stopped at Orillia 

and bought some nails and roofing materials. 

He had also told me about the 

wonderful fishing and announced that the 

next morning we were to have a sunrise 

fishing trip. It was my job to get the bait. 

That night we all went to bed early, so 

that we could get up early in the morning. 

I fell asleep immediately and got up just 

as the sun was rising. I dressed and secured 

a bottle in which to put the bait. No one 

else was awake; I crept stealthily out of 

the cabin. For about an hour I worked 

industriously until I had secured about 

twenty or thirty grasshoppers. At last I 

was ready to return. But where was the 

cottage? I looked all around, but saw nothing 

but tall pines and a glassy lake. Fear 

struck down deep. I rushed this way and 

that, but found no sign of life, nothing I 

recognized. I became panicky. Was this 

my end? I tramped through marsh and 

forest, up hill and down dale. At noon, I 

believe, I heard faint cries, but they soon 

died out. Long before, I had become tired 

and awfully hungry; you will remember 

1 had not had any breakfast. 

Beef, butter and other good foods 

have been scarce due to war conditions. 

Sweet Marie bars, too, may 

be hard to get in days to come. For 

the good cream, butter, sugar, peanuts 

from which they are made are 

difficult to obtain. We will not 

cheapen the quality of Sweet Marie 

bars by using inferior substitutes. 

So if you can’t always buy Sweet 

Marie bars, keep them in mind till 

the war is won. 

Finally I distinguished a cabin down a 

large hill near the lake. I ran to it and 

was cordially welcomed by an elderly man 

and woman. I told my story, and Mr. 

Bran went and got in touch with my folks. 

Meanwhile, I enjoyed the best cocoa and 

flap-jacks and syrup I have ever tasted. 

My uncle soon arrived and after thanking 

Mr. and Mrs. Bran, I returned with him. 

When we reached home, I received a 

lecture, and there was no fishing trip that 

day.

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Malcolm Ferrier, IB 

I lived in India for about four years, and 

it was in this country that I experienced 

my greatest fright. 

About one hundred yards from our house 

was a meadow with a road running through 

it. On the left side of this road there was 

a huge marble palace and on the right side 

some trees and a corral where cobra snakes 

were kept. 

One afternoon my father and I went out 

for a walk in the park. In due time we 

found ourselves under a large banyan tree 

where we decided to eat the lunch that we 

had brought. I finished a little earlier than 

my father and decided to go and explore. 

There was a very curiously shaped treetrunk 

and off I went to see what I could 

find out about it. When my father had 

finished, he came over. 

‘'There’s something mighty funny about 

that tree,” he remarked. 

He finally persuaded me to let him boost 

me up on his shoulders to investigate. Imagine 

my horror and fright when I saw a 

nest of pythons, each about ten feet long 

and four inches thick! I whisked down the 

tree and told my father, but nary a word 

of what I told him would he believe. To 

prove I was wrong, he went up, and, down 

he came even faster, if possible, than I. 

When we were both fully recovered from 

our shock, we gathered up our belongings, 

and told the caretaker of the park (a native) 

about the snakes and asked him to 

go and exterminate them. He began to 

quake and shiver. 

“No, Massa, me scared, you please do.” 

So off we went with a pad of chloroform 

which we threw into the midst of the 

snakes. After about five minutes of rustling, 

all was quiet so we went up and very 

gingerly threw the snakes on to the ground. 

A white man then came around with a 

wheelbarrow and carted the snakes off to 

some place we were not allowed to enter. 

How he did away with them, I don’t know, 

but I think he probably poisoned them. 

This was my greatest fright, and even 

now I have a scared feeling whenever I 

see snakes. 

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AID TO 6H1IMA 

Louise Mackenzie, 4C 

Most of the emphasis in newspapers is 

on Russian news these days, but we must 

not forget how much China is suffering, 

and how much she has endured in war 

against Japan for the past twelve years. 

The Japanese landed in Manchuria and 

swept right across the country, leaving 

death and destruction in their wake. 

At first the Chinese retreated because 

they did not have the equipment for modern 

fighting. Soon, however, they started 

guerrilla warfare, mostly at night, and 

slowly broke down the Japanese morale. 

After the Japanese have left a captured 

city or village in the hands of a few of 

their soldiers, the guerrillas quietly do 

away with them. Another of many guerrilla 

tactics is to replace some of the steel 

rails of a Japanese controlled railway with 

camouflaged wooden rails and carry off 

the steel to Free China, where it is used 

in the building of Chinese railways or perhaps 

in the making of munitions. When a 

train goes over the wooden rails it is wrecked; 

thus another locomotive is made useless. 

It is scarcely known how much the 

Chinese suffer so silently. In 1939 a flood 

in North China, wiped out thousands of 

villages and left hundreds of thousands of 

people destitute. For a period of eight 

months or more, these thousands of refugees 

were cared for by missionaries with 

funds given by British and Americans. 

When the waters receded, the refugees returned 

to their farms with a little food, 

money, and seed, with which to start life 

anew. There are famine conditions every 

few years in some section of China, caused 

by flood or drought, which add to their 

suffering. 

The Chinese are a patient and peaceloving 

people who never grumble, but take 

everything in their stride. They need our 

help badly, and we should do everything 

in our power to help them towards final 

victory over our common enemy. 

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We have on hand all their Examination 

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IMDEX TO ADVERTISERS 

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Bank of Nova Scotia - Inside Front Cover Jack Fraser 

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Birks-EUis-Ryrie 

Bishop Electric Company - 

Brown’s Athletic Equipment 

Charlie’s Yeast Donuts 

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112 Mackie Drugs 

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110 Meisterschaft College 

111 

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Ncilsons 

Back Cover 

S Percy Waters, Florists 

111 

Cherry’s Shoe Store 110 Perry’s Snack Bar 

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Columbus Grill - 11 

Consumers’ Gas Company - 

Dunn’s Tailors 

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112 

Radio College of Canada - Back Inside Cover 

Roher’s Books Store 

109 

Shaw Business Schools 10 

Eaton’s 106 Siberry’s Clothing 

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Evangeline Company - 7 Simpson’s 

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Fine Silk Mills Ltd. 11 Tip Top Tailors - 

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Grove’s Florists - 11 Trophy-Craft 

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Greene Music Company - 

Greenway Press - 

Harry Kennedy - 

Harvey Woods - 

Helen’s House of Corsetry - 

Highland Dairy 

Hooper’s Drugs 

Howlett and Smith, Engravers 

Imperial Bank - 

Imperial Optical Company - 

Imperial Press - 

Inside Front Cover Toronto Radio and Sports 

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112 

University of Western Ontario 

109 Valley View Dairy 9 

110 

12 

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10 

111 

4 

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Victoria College 2 

Watson’s Sporting Goods 10 

Weller Secretarial College 8 

Wellesley Variety Shoppe 9 

Willards Chocolates 

Winona Flowers 10 

111 Yonge Street Formal 

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The magnet Staff - 

The Dedication 

The Editorial - 

The Principal’s Message 

Scholarship List 

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Bike-Hike ----- 

They Also Serve - - - - 

Sunshine Sketches of a Little Form - 

Jarvis Shows Its Teeth - - - 

I Was on the Athcnia - 

The Great Doughnut Drive - 

Viewing the Varieties - - - - 

Class Crisis...................................... 

Education of 2D - 

Our World Within the World - 

For Victory...................................... 

War Service Council - 

The Student. Goes to the Cannery - 

The Student on the Farm - 

Did You Say {(Work Sir” - 

Gremlins in the Comp. - 

Organizations 

Minerva’s Diary ----- 

Schooldays ----- 

Girls' Sports............................................... 

Boys’ Sports ----- 

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Exchange 86 

An Episode in Russia - 

Transformation - 

Spring in an English Garden - 

Salvaging in the Past 

Back of the Blackout 

School News - 

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Book Reviews 104 

Impressions of a First Former 

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EDITORIAL STAFF 

Editor s-in-Chiej 

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Associate Editors 

PATRICIA HEIGHINGTON, LEONARD WRATTEN, 

BORIS STOICHEFF, ROSEMARY BUCKHAM 

ROBERT VAN DER FLIER 

Organizations . 

Form News 

Girls’ Sports 

Boys’ Sports ........ 

Art 

Minerva’s Diary . ... 

DEPARTMENTAL EDITORS 

....Robert Van der Flier 

. Peggy Russell 

..Peggy Haig 

. ..Lome Farquhar, Jim Neil 

.Jack Henderson 

Josephine Urquhart, 

Marilyn Hunter 

Business Manager 

Circulation 

BUSINESS STAFF 

.......Glen Day 

.......Jim Neil, Joan Cowan 

FORM REPRESENTATIVES 

First Forms 

William Brown, Malcolm Ferrier, David Louden, 

Jack Muldrew, Robert Sharpe. 

Second Forms 

Margaret Mitchell, June Pringle, Harold Shield, 

Jack Neil, Norman Carter. 

Third Forms 

Elizabeth Taylor, Norma Jaynes, Barbara Reynolds, 

Ben Lamb, Ilmari Talvila. 

Fourth Forms 

William Wadley, Ailsa Macivor, Ralph Bishop, 

Denton McMurtry. 

Fifth Forms 

Ann Shilton, Mary Horan, Margaret Ashmore, 

Raymond Lee. 

ADVISORY STAFF 

MISS H. M. COCHRANE, J. T. JENKINS, W. MOOREHOUSE, 

L. G. McKERRACHER, F. J. R. STAPLES

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What’s New 

in Old Jarvis 

j IFE in Canada has altered and at Jarvis, too, the war has 

II brought, into the daily routine, several changes in curriculum, 

time and staff. All classes have new Defence Courses, requiring two 

periods a week, on military organization, small arms training, campcraft, 

airplane recognition, aerial navigation, First Aid, home nursing 

and health. 

Even school hours have been affected. To help relieve traffic 

congestion in down-town areas, the Board of Education arranged that 

Jarvis Collegiate should not open until nine fifteen and hence close 

at three thirty. In the school term a more serious change occurs. The 

shortage of labour and the need of increased food production was 

helped by the late opening of schools on September twenty-second. 

It may close in late May or early June. 

Important advances have been made in the field of health at 

Jarvis. The Department of Public Health, extending to secondary 

schools the fine service already carried on in the public schools, has 

appointed a permanent half-time nurse, Miss Stiver, and installed 

a smartly equipped sick room in the school. This department, realizing 

also the importance of dental health, sent Dr. Higgins, who 

made an examination of the teeth of every student. His mission 

was an undoubted success, the check-up resulting in necessary repairs 

and extractions at the hands of the students’ own dentists. 

Changes in the staff are noted elsewhere. Mr. Coombs left to 

join the staff of the R.C.A.F, and Mr. Siberry is entering the Navy. 

Mrs. Margaret Allan formerly at Jarvis as Margaret Meikle is substituting 

for Mr. Coombs. Mrs. Cobourne, our dietitian, has gone 

to Danforth Tech. 

School Spirit 

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Q CHOOL spirit is that intangible feeling that student must 

have for his school if he is to enjoy to the full his academic life. 

It is a loyalty and affection for the school, for its activities, and for 

the teachers and students. 

A few people have remarked on what they considered a lack of 

Jarvis school spirit. They feel that this is evidenced by the smaller 

attendance of our students at sporting events than that of other 

schools. But is school spirit to be measured by the amount of noise 

and horseplay contributed by the spectators at the games? 

Supervision in the clubs, moreover, seems resented. Why should 

there be such feeling? Surely those who take part in school activities

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realize that without such advice not one organization could be continuously 

successful. How can a new executive taking office hope 

to continue the work and reputation of a club, the purposes and 

workings of which they are entirely ignorant? Those making such 

statements frequently do not participate in the school activities. 

Can they believe they are helping by complaining? 

In other ways, also, school spirit appears, Numbers of our 

students return years later just to see the “old school”, Familiar 

halls reawaken thoughts of school friends and happy days. Ex- 

Jarvisites stationed the world over, keep writing to us. These letters 

are the strongest proof of a living school spirit. Boys, thousands of 

miles from home, appreciate news of the old school more than we 

realize. A newsletter, a parcel or a Magnet brings hours of happiness 

to them. The letters we have received certainly prove this. Here 

in the school itself, school spirit is exemplified in the loyalty to 

forms and to teachers, the enthusiasm in school activities, such as 

our Variety Show, the turn-out for dances and way the students have 

assisted and co-operated in producing the Magnet. 

These, we feel, show a living and growing school spirit in Jarvis. 

: T has been said that this decade in which we are living will be 

In Which 

We Serve __ the most important in the history of civilization. To think that 

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everything which has happened since “the Ark” will be overshadowed 

in importance by present events is in itself a breath-taking thought, 

but to think that we are living in this era is overwhelming. The 

great prophets, students and statesmen of the past would probably 

rather have lived as unknown men in this era, than to have enjoyed 

the reputation and honours which they held in their time; yet few 

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of us realize our extremely good fortune to be living at just this 

period. 

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Students have dreamed of past eras—Caesar’s legions—Charlemagne’s 

cohorts—early explorers of the New World— Napoleon's 

Grande Armee—and wished that they had been alive then. What 

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would Caesar, ye gallant knights, and Napoleon, have thought of 

countries being conquered in a matter of days, of metropolises destroyed 

in minutes, of man-controlled monsters waging gigantic 

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battles on land, on and under the sea and in the air? How would 

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they have looked upon million-men armies, two thousand mile fronts, 

conferences of world-shaking importance, to which world leaders 

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flew thousands of miles to attend? Students in those days had little 

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to do to keep abreast of current events. To-day matters are different! 

The war, medicine’s struggle to conquer disease, the contri 

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butions of science, which become more fantastic each year, new 

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systems of world economics more drastic and sweeping than the collapse 

of the feudal system, are all of vital concern to everyone of 

us. General education demands that we at least be familiar with 

the happenings of our own time,—the text of tomorrow s history 

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Tt will be our duty as the future generation to go out into the 

world, to grasp the reins of society and to hold them where those 

before us have failed. Such a Herculean task would be impossible, 

were we not better prepared than our predecessors. We must become 

prepared with an education,—not mere technical knowledge, but the 

ability to distinguish between fallacy and truth. Each day spent 

in school, with the sincere wish to obtain an education, which we 

shall someday put to good use, brings us another step closer to our 

goal. 

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HE Magnet appears in full form and flavour once again. This 

time its publication is more than a matter of course. Many other 

secondary schools have discontinued publication for the duration, 

and we had to consider seriously whether we should utilize paper, 

metal, and labour for a non-essential production. It was felt, however 

that the Magnet plays so important a role in our school life that it 

should carry on as long as the law allows. 

The Magnet is both a product of, and a creator of, school spirit. 

It affects everyone,—teachers, graduates, and pupils of all the years. 

It embraces every school activity from scholarship to sports, with 

all the extra-curricular interests in between. Reading the Magnet, 

we feel we are part of a happy, busy, and accomplishful life. 

Few students have any idea of the great amount of work that 

this publication entails. Campaigning for material, organizing a 

staff, reading, revising, typing and proof-reading our contributions; 

selecting and mounting photographs; making sketches; soliciting 

advertisements, and finally selling our product—all this means hours 

of work, considerable sacrifice, and real co-operation. 

But despite difficulties, and frequent alarms, the student staff 

have gained a wealth of experience and enjoyed themselves in the 

course thereof. We hope you will approve the result.

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One’s thoughts wander often and far these days, for Jarvis’ sons—and daughters 

too, are serving their country far from home. 

Their letters have come to us from all parts of Canada, from Newfoundland and 

England, from Australia and Africa and India and China. 

It gladdens our hearts to learn that they recall with pleasure their days in the 

old school, and that the training they received here is standing them in good stead. 

Often, in their letters these gallant sailors and soldiers and airmen of ours suggest 

that you, the students of Jarvis, should not let your thoughts wander too much, but 

that you keep them focused on the work in hand. This, for you, is an Initial Training 

School, and whether you join them ‘over there’ or serve your country here at home, 

you must be well trained. 

They serve best who are best prepared.

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SeHO:LAR S H I ID ~\ WA RJlDS~ 1.94Z 

These scholarships and other awards show th at, amidst the distracti ons of war 

service, sports, and social activities, the serious purpose of school is not lost sight of. 

T o the seven students who won eleven pr ovincial schola rships, the ~ IAGN ET offers 

congratulations and hearty wishes for their continued success. 

The second list shows school awards. won in various fields of endeavour. The 

Optimus and Optima silver cups are awa~ded to the boy and the girl who have been 

voted by both teachers and student s as the most outs tanding in character and ab ility. 

EDWIN J. D URAND 

H UGH GRAHAM 

~I. C. EILEEN J EFFRIES - T he J am es 

Languages. 

- T he LO.D .E . Municipal Bursary. 

- T he Second Edward Blake Schola rship in Greek 

and Latin. 

The J am es H arris Schola rship in Latin and 

Greek . 

The ~I c Caul Schola rship in Latin and Greek . 

Harris Scholarship in Mod ern 

C. KENXETH J O H ~ S T o N E -Th e O.H.A . M emori al Schola rship. 

DO~ALD H . LEXNOX - T he Rober t Bruce Scholarship. 

A. EDWARD SAFARIAN - T he Margar et Anna Brock Schola rship in E nglish 

and H istorv. 

The Percy H ermant Scho larship for General 

P roficiency. 

EVA H . T OTH - T he Fl avelle Memcrial Schola rship in Gree k and 

Latin. 

The Robertson Scholarship in Greek. 

JARVIS COLLEGIATE SCHOLARSHIPS AND AWARDS 

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Cen tenary Academic Scholarship-PATRICIA H EI GHI ~ G T O N. 

Centenary Academic Awards-?lIARGARET ASH:'WRE, R O SE -~IA RI E BERN ER, 

ROSEMARY BUCKHAM, ~ O R:'{ A FERGUSON, BEVERLEY ~IE R EDIT H , 

GUIGUITE STRAUS, EDWARD T EGHTSOONIAN. 

Jewish Congress Scholarship-HARRY R EISS. 

Hi-Y Scholarship-i-Roasar VAN DER FLIER. 

Jarvis Optimus Trophy-Ross DAVIDSON. 

Jean Allin Memorial Optima Trophy-HELEN DARUZAK. 

Chase Prize in Middle School English- CHRISTOPHER K EN Ni NGTO ~ . 

J. Jeffries Prize in Upper School English-i- Enwxnn SAFAR IA~ . 

F. H. Clarke Geography Prize-PEGGY R USSELL. 

Jarvis Geography Prize-s-jxcx FORSYTH. 

Centenary Athletic Award for Boys-RoBERT J EFFERIES. 

Centenary Athletic Award for Girl s-~I ARJ O RY 

SMITH. 

Honour Graduation Di plomas were awa rded to 55 pupils, and gradua tion 

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After two months of hard labour in the us. The sky was clear. The sun was scorching 

hot. Our throats were parched. There 

city, Ed and I decided to have a holiday. 

We hit on a grand idea. We would see was not a soul or house to be seen. To 

Ontario, the northern wilderness, the many make matters worse, the loose gravel and 

lakes and rivers, and the key cities of our wash-board road made it hard to steady 

province. In fact, we planned a round trip our burdened bicycles. And then it happened—Ed 

got a flat! After working for 

of twelve hundred miles by way of North 

Bay, Ottawa and Montreal. Gas rationing hours in the burning sun. we were again 

did not bother us, for we had no car. We on our way, thanking the gods we had 

were biking. 

brought a pump and repair kit. 

On Saturday August 15th, we started on For two long days, we toiled and sweated 

and thirsted, till we reached the paved 

the first lap of our trip. Our equipment 

consisted of cooking utensils, sleeping bags highway. What a relief to be gliding 

and tent, and extra clothing. Each kit through the air without effort! With the 

weighed over fifty pounds, yet we put Gatinau Hills in the background, and the 

many miles between Toronto and our spinning 

wheels before we stopped for rest. Renfrew and Arnprior. Far on the dis 

swift Ottawa near-by, we passed through 

We arrived at North Bay after five days tant horizon rose Parliament Hill. 

of “hectic” cycling. (And I do mean hectic.) 

The hills were many and terrible. free and gay, back in city life. No more 

Soon we were in the heart of Ottawa, 

Up, up, up we trudged to the top, pulling self-cooked meals or canned beans (for a 

- our heavily laden bikes. Swish .... and while anyway). 

there we were, walking up another gigantic During our stay in Ottawa we naturally 

hill. On our way to the “gateway to the visited all the highlights. But what impressed 

us most were the uniforms. We 

north”, we visited the Martyr’s Shrine and 

Champlain Park; we cruised through the saw men of the active service, Mounties, 

Muskoka Lakes and, of course we saw the and policemen at every glance; we hardly 

world-famous Quints. 

knew whether the door-man at the Chateau 

The most hazardous part of our trip was served in the Air Force or the Navy. Finally, 

exhausted by visits, and tired of city 

just beginning, it should have been the 

best. The Mattawa country has been life, we left Canada’s beautiful capital. 

praised for its beauty by painter and poet, The way to the “Key of Canada” led 

but we didn’t have a chance to look around through the beautiful town of Ste. Anne 

de Bellevue, while the winding Lakeshore 

highway, looking over the broad St. Lawrence 

afforded us the finest of scenery. 

We made our way through smoky Lachine, 

the industrial section of Montreal, 

and finally reached the handsome residential 

areas. 

The city proper is beautifully spread 

around the majestic mountain, and consists 

of modern homes, stately buildings 

and interesting churches. We spent a 

whole day in the northern section. Here 

we visited the Wax Museum, St. Joseph’s 

Oratory, Jacques Cartier’s monument, and 

the Lighted Cross. From the Lookout atop 

Mount Royal, we could see the whole city


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for miles around, with the St. Lawrence rain. The long canals and rapids afforded 

and the Adirondacks in the distance. Our us hours of observation. We passed safely 

visit to old Montreal, around the docks, through Cornwall and Prescott, and stopwas 

most interesting. Here we saw the ped at Gananoque “the gateway to the 

ancient church of Notre Dame, with the Thousand Islands”. From there, we came 

largest bell in Canada. The Sulpician to Kingston. 

Seminary with an old lych-gate and clock, 

was next to the church overlooking Place 

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had been erected. We were fortunate 

to be in down-town Montreal Saturday 

morning to see the quaint habitant 

Bonsecours Market. We paid a visit to 

Bonsecours Church, St. James Cathedral, 

and Christ Church Cathedral. We cycled 

through the east-end of the city, which 

was nearly all French, and were intrigued 

by the outside stairways, a characteristic 

of French-Canadian architecture. Crossing 

the Jacques Cartier Bridge, we came 

to St. Helen’s Isle and the internment camp. 

Across the river we could see the many 

fine piers and modern elevators, and miles 

of railway which enable Montreal to carry 

on Canada’s trade. It is justly known as 

one of the world’s greatest sea-ports. Back 

in the city, we visited the Chateau de 

Ramezay, the residence of the early gove r- 

nors, which is now an interesting museum. 

The McGill University grounds occupied 

the site of the Indian village of Hochelaga, 

visited by Cartier. 

After a four day visit, we started on our 

homeward journey. We were very anxious 

to get home, but the weather was against 

us. For a time, a strong west wind held 

us back, and then an east wind brought 

On our way to Belleville, disaster again 

overtook us. I had a blow-out! Ed hitchhiked 

15 miles to Belleville to try his luck 

in finding a tire, while I prepared our 

bedding by a haystack and tried to repair 

the damaged tube and tire. Supper-time 

came and went, the sun sank in the west, 

yet Ed had not returned. I waited impatiently 

till midnight, counting stars. Hungry 

and worn out, I fell asleep. Hours later, 

I was awakened by Ed. He had trudged 

all the way back, sans tire, sans a lift, and 

all in. He brought a loaf of fruit cake. . . - 

We left our cares for the coming morn, 

and slept soundly. 

Next day we reached Belleville on a 

patched tire. We managed to buy a used 

tire and once again breathed freely. The 

airplanes at Trenton attracted our attention, 

and we spent some time watching 

Canada’s warbirds take to the air. Our 

anxiety was ever becoming greater. We 

took many hills in our stride and raced on, 

stopping only to refresh ourselves. We zipped 

through Oshawa and Whitby and soon 

the Scarborough Bluffs greeted us. Oh, 

what a happy moment! We had been away 

from home for twenty-three days—twentythree 

days of self-cooked meals, outdoor 

life and sight-seeing—the most interesting 

days in our lives.

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Elsewhere in the Magnet is printed an 

impressive list of the names of Jarvis students 

who have enlisted in the armed 

sendees. This list is impressive, not only 

because of its length—well over five 

hundred names—but more particularly because 

of the familiarity of many of those 

names—friends, relatives, or just those 

one remembers seeing around the school. 

There is another smaller list: although 

the great allied offensive to crush the Axis 

powers is not yet rolling, many of our expupils 

have died to preserve their high 

ideals. 

Even without such reminders, the 

normal student wonders whether he is 

backing up sufficiently at home those who 

are fighting on a world-wide front. From 

day to day he reads the news. He hears 

of the many who bravely sacrifce everything, 

— even to their lives. He, in 

Canada, lives in security, free from the 

terrors to which those in Europe have been 

subjected. What can he do to help? He 

has no visible evidence that he is materially 

helping to bring an end to this great 

struggle. Thoughts of joining up, of working 

in a munitions factory, or some other 

production line of a nation at war, 

constantly recur. 

Are those who remain at home shirking 

their duty? What is their job? On the 

home front, far from the roar of explosives, 

and the whine of bombs, in another phase 

of war, we must do our part. Across 

Canada, tens of thousands of young Canadians 

are plugging away at school work. 

These, someday, will have to take their 

place in the building of tomorrow. How 

may they be fitted to solve such a great 

problem without necessary background and 

knowledge of their country? Surely we 

are able to realize that the mathematicians, 

scientists, politicians, and literary minds 

of today will eventually surrender their 

places to a new generation. This generation 

must be able to take over and carry 

on. 

Are the Germans today considered a cultured 

Christian race, or a breed of barbarians? 

The young citizens of Hitler— 

what was their obligation in youth? To 

learn to kill; to make war; and by words 

and deeds to make miserable the lives of 

those not favoured by the Nazi doctrine. 

Canadian youth must retain a pride in 

achievement, an appreciation of the finer 

things of life, and in no respect ape the 

arrogant, boastful race we now oppose. 

To do our work from day to day to the 

best of our ability; to work hard and train 

our bodies and minds, that we may play 

a very vital part in winning the peace; 

to try to be worthy in some measure of that 

sacrifice which our comrades are making 

today to win this war,—this, then, is our 

obligation. 

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(As Stephen Leacock Might See It, with the help of Dan Freeman, 4C.) 

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Don’t ask me what exam it was—Algebra, 

French or Greek—I scarcely know. I 

never bother myself about such things. 

I only know that it must have a very 

important exam, the issues of which would 

decide if Marson (Joe) Smith or Harvey 

(Woods) Stancer, would be elevated to a 

higher grade, there to abide for another 

few years, or whether they would remain 

permanently in 4C. 

To understand the situation, such as it 

is, one must begin at the beginning. There 

are two factions in 4C, always at odds, 

never agreeing. One group has decided to 

stay with the teacher and die in their 

tracks; the other side has bluntly determined 

that they will pass, and go on. 

This, of course, is practically treason, and 

not to be discussed. 

Naturally our teachers are not supposed 

to drop hints concerning forthcoming 

exams. Yet Mr, Jenkins has been known 

to say, What ho! Is Pythagoras not the 

most important theorem in the book?” Or 

Mr. Hill “Lo! Of what importance is the 

French Revolution?” This is the signal 

for everyone to hide a knowing smile behind 

a geometry book, which they were 

merely using to disguise their copy of Hi- 

Xews. 

Can you imagine the excitement when 

the principal visited our form? The pupils 

arrayed themselves in a most admirable 

pattern, as he walked in. After all, he has 

so many worries, why bother him about 

our minor troubles, such as, did George 

Crum really do his own homework, or, was 

it right? The principal will find out after 

the exams anyway. 

As a matter of fact, to show him that 

there was no partiality in our class, the 

teacher asked one of the laziest pupils in 

our form to clean off the blackboard. He 

applied himself so diligently, that anyone 

could see that the principal was impressed. 

He must realize now that the class could 

clean up anything—even wipe out exams. 

Our teachers are quite friendly to us the 

year round, but as soon as the exams draw 

near, all that is changed. The teachers 

regard us with an alert suspicion, and they, 

in turn, are appraised by us as a potential 

source of unintentional hints. 

Well, on the day of the examination—I 

can not tell you their names, but two of 

the pupils had worked out an elaborate 

combination of codes and signals for the 

exam—eye-winks, pencil-tappings, hair 

combings, and shoe-tyings with either shoe. 

This of course, would facilitate the transmission 

of answers, which really didn’t 

matter, because they were invariably 

wrong. 

You may imagine the boys’ surprise 

when they found out that the exam had 

been a Geometry exam; the one they had 

just transcribed, was a rather neatly done, 

if not correct, Latin Authors. 

To quote the words of Paul (Timoshenko) 

Motink: 

“Students is the craziest people.” 

Chris Kennington, 5A. 

When the lights arc dim and Vm half 

asleep, 

And my fancy is ranging free, 

Then my thoughts go winging across the 

the deep, 

To a beautiful country; my heart doth leap 

With my thoughts across the sea. 

Across the fields and the golden sand, 

On a carpet of dreams I roam; 

And the beech trees grey and the springwinds 

bland 

Arc streaming, careening, caressing the 

land 

O’er the fields and the meadows of home. 

The land where I dwell is young and wide 

She is strong and large and free; 

But when I’m alone, I’m across the foam, 

By the old manor house I shall call my 

own, 

When at last I recross the sea.

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JARVIS SHOWS ITS TRRTH 

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Before Dr. Higgins came to Jarvis to will seem as crude and as much based on 

make his first inspection, nearly everyone superstition.” 

regarded the dentist’s office as some sort This brought me back to our own time 

of torture chamber, and the dentist as the an(j p]ace> 

chief executioner. Now, all of us, l am sure, «How many mouths did you examine in 

have put aside these childish notions, for this school d^ctor?„ 

we have found that even dentists are human. 

Dr. Higgins is an all-round good fellow 

and a fascinating speaker. 

His talk in the auditorium was so interesting 

that I determined to interview 

him for the magnet. He readily agreed to 

allow me to do so and asked me to visit 

him on' the following night in his home. One 

can well imagine how nervous I was when 

T knocked on his door, but he soon put me 

at my ease. I began to question him about 

the history of dentistry and his own work. 

“Did primitive men have trouble with 

toothaches?” I asked. 

“They certainly did. Ancient petrified 

. skulls furnish ample evidence that cavities 

in the teeth and gum abscesses existed 

“Eight hundred and thirty-five. Of these, 

only two hundred and twenty-five were 

without defects. In the balance of 613 

mouths, there were 2,662 defective permanent 

teeth, and 678 extracted permanent 

teeth. Cases requiring orthodontia treatment 

were not taken into account unless 

they were really bad; consequently only 

forty-four persons are listed as having very 

crooked teeth. Twenty students had extreme 

prophylaxis, or very dirty mouths, 

and seven were suffering from oral sepsis, 

a condition where disease germs and pus 

are present in the mouth.” 

“How do the teeth of Jarvis students 

compare with those of pupils of other high 

schools?” 

from remotest time. Fourteen per cent of “So far, I have visited only four other 

the skulls of the Danish Stone Age had secondary schools, but Jarvis seems to 

carious teeth. Among the early Egyptians, hold a slight advantage, despite the figures 

caries was comparatively rare, but became that I have given you. There is evidently 

more prevalent as their civilization advanc- much room for improvement, and I should 

ed. The Chinese, too, about three thousand like to impress upon you the fact that this 

years before Christ, were troubled with examination does not and cannot disclose 

dental disease. In their writings, mention is all the defects that may be present.” 

made of nine varieties of dental ailments 

; “One more thing before I go, doctor. Do 

and seven prescriptions for their cure.” 

you enjoy this work?” 

! “What did these early men do to treat “I most certainly do! It is a rare privilege 

to be able to meet so many of Tor 

toothaches?” 

“The most popular treatment for toothaches 

among the Egyptians was to split perfectly happy in his work.” 

onto’s young people. I am one man who is 

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the body of a mouse and apply it, while I went away feeling firmly convinced 

still warm, to the gums of the offending that the Board of Health had placed the 

tooth. I know that sounds very crude but right man for the very important job of 

it is quite possible that a thousand years inspecting the teeth of all the high school 

or so from now many of the things we do students in the city. 

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“I WAS 0M THE ATHTNIA” 

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After travelling over the continent it by a continuous one would be sounded by 

was arranged that I should sail on Sep- the fog-horn; then we were to proceed ltntember 

2, on the Donaldson liner Athenia. mediately to our boat-stations with our 

On Saturday, (Sept. 2) I took the train life-belts. The vessel’s speed was also into 

Liverpool, a matter of only a few hours creased and she worked a zig zag course, 

from Prestatyn. We arrived there at approximately 

9.30 a.m., hailed a taxi and 

drove to the Liva docks. 

plainly ready to shift her helm whenever 

danger might appear. For a time everyone 

felt very excited. 

The first and second-class passengers After supper, a few passengers and mywere 

not due on board the tender until self were strolling on deck. Suddenly a 

11 a.m. We busied ourselves with our bag- hissing noise, a white wake on the surface 

gage, took a short walk along the docks 0f the water, and a shattering explosion 

and returned shortly before eleven and just abaft of the funnel sent us reeling 

boarded the tender. The tender did not across the deck. Then a red flash, a terleave 

at the scheduled time (as a matter rific explosion, another flash, and another 

of fact, it didn’t leave for another three explosion. Someone screamed “Torpedo! 

hours). A steady stream of refugees (flee- shells! we’re sinking!” Indeed you could 

ing Europe from the too evident signs of feel the boat going down. The engines had 

war) with their sole belongings slung over stopped, 

their shoulders, held us back. At last the 

tender gave signs of moving! Brilliant 

ribbons, confetti and showers of streamers 

were flung into the air. The crowds burst 

forth with Auld Lang Syne. The propellers 

churned ahead. A minute later came 

the signal “Half”; then “Full”. The starboard 

decks were crowded with people 

waving and shouting their last farewell! 

The fog-horn blared out the signal and 

the passengers now realized their danger. 

The ship, torn almost apart, was filled 

with fumes and smoke; the decks were 

covered with debris that fell from the. 

sky, and the ship was listing more and 

more to the port side. Surely we would 

all go under immediately! 

Some 1400 people boarded the liner, 

Before the passengers below could make 

counting both passengers and crew. The 

their way above, the decks were beginning 

refugees (unexpected until a cable arrived 

to slant ominously and the air was filled 

for the captain asking him to await their 

with cries 

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men and 

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women, 

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arrival at the docks) made the already S°T ,of them ?lrea^ >nlu[edJby bcln§ 

packed state-rooms even more packed. hurled a8amst the sldes of the dmlnS and 

Everv conceivable space was occupied with state-rooms. Many passengers were struck 

bunks—lounges, card and recreation unconscious bY the smoke and fumes from 

rooms—even some of the corridors. Every 

time you opened a door you fell over someone. 

the shells and torpedo; others, mostly the 

crew, were trapped and drowned almost 

instantly in the hold. 

By nightfall the liner was winding its The officers and crew, recognizing the 

way slowly up the “Muggy Mersey”, its too . evident . . . signs of a sinking , , ship, rushed 

great hulk silhouetted against the warm al?out helPin8 the wounded and passengers 

summer sky. 

with their life-belts, and hacking (with 

hatchets) the chains that held the life-boats 

The next day the news spread that we in position. On the boat deck the first 

were at war with Germany. Almost im- attempts to lower the life-boats were fruitmediately 

the signal was sounded for all less. The ropes refused to function, the 

passengers to go to their boat-stations. Ex- chains couldn’t be broken, and the seaplicit 

instructions were given to us that in cocks were open in many of the boats so 

case of danger, six short blasts followed that they sank immediately on entering the


water. The frightened passengers and crew 

were thrown into the boats one by one. 

There was absolutely no order about the 

whole thing. I found myself on top of 

some other passengers and crew in one 

boat. We were being swung out and 

lowered. 

I shall never forget the trip in the lifeboat 

from the deck to the sea. We swayed 

back and forth, dizzily out into the air 

and crashed into the ship’s sides. Sometimes 

one rope was higher than another 

and we all clung to each other for fear of 

dropping into the sea. 

Our boat was the first to reach the water 

in safety. The one next to us capsized 

with some twenty or thirty people aboard 

her. They must have drowned instantly. 

When our life-boat had been cut adrift, 

some oars were thrust out and the sailors 

rowed away from the side of the ship for 

fear of being crushed against the ship’s 

sides. Having rowed a safe distance from 

the ship we dropped the sea-anchor. (This 

anchor is not metal. It is for all the world 

like a parachute, and a heavy coil of rope 

is tied from the chute to the boat’s bow. 

The sea-anchor drags behind and holds 

the boat from drifting with the waves and 

the current.) 

By this time it had grown dark and the 

wind increased, whipping the crests into a 

white froth. The liner, listing badly to 

port, her lower decks almost awash, was 

startingly clear in the light of the low 

moon. Her bridge and front boat-decks 

were ablaze with lights—the rest of the 

ship was dark and silent. 

For perhaps an hour or so nothing happened. 

Slowly the moon rolled up the 

vitreous sky flooding the sea with a silvery 

light. The stars appeared (so we thought) 

more brilliant than usual and we mistook 

many of them for airplane lights. Each 

time a plane was thought to be above, the 

steward (in charge of our boat) lit red 

flares and and sent rockets which burst 

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into a million colours far up in the sky. 

(We found out later that no plane had 

been near). 

For nine hours we tossed, jammed like 

sardines, up and down the deep troughs 

and crests. Many of the passengers in our 

boat were without proper clothing— 

pyjamas, shirts, and rugs being their only 

protection from the cold. Often the salt 

spray was flung over the bow, increasing 

our discomfort. There was no fresh water, 

no food, and only five oars to our boat. 

We all might have perished if help had 

not come when it did. 

Suddenly, far to the south the horizon 

seemed all aglow with lights, We all 

cheered madly, flares were lit, rockets 

were sent up. Slowly the lights came nearer 

and boats could be seen—two destroyers, 

a tanker, a merchantman, and a beautiful 

white yacht. All the life-boats rowed 

frantically towards them. 

Rope ladders and steps were thrown 

over the side of the “Kneut Nelson” (a 

Norwegian tanker) and the passengers on 

our boat were hoisted on board. That night 

the tanker left for the nearest port. At halfpast 

two Monday afternoon we landed at 

Galway in Ireland. My uncle was waiting 

for me at the end of the gangplank.

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In the year 1990, if you're still alive, 

I bet you'll rememb er th e Great Doughnut Drivel 

The word has gone jorth tha t our school had to beat 

AU other schools who'd att empted this feat. 

So we promised ourselv es that we'd all work like-well, 

Just wait till you hear aU th e story I telll 

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Not a housewife who hadn't her name writt en doum, 

Not a pupil who hadn't again and again 

Filled a book up with orders of sugared and plain, 

Came the day tuhen tire schoolyard was suuirming 

and packed 

With trucks from th e bakers. Th e cartons were stacked 

In the girls' cafeteria, [rom window to wall 

(Mr. Moorehouse and camera surveying it all) . 

Th eil boxes were opened and cartons unsealed, 

And there lay tire millions oj doughnu ts revealed, 

All smelling delicious, all fresh and aglow, 

As light as a [eather, as jlaky as mow. 

Never, in the history oj human endeavour, 

Had so many doughnuts been gathered together] 

And then we went forth to deliver our hoard. 

o Shades of historians I What pen Call record 

The trials and disasters that met us th at day , 

As with dozens of doughnuts we staggered away. 

We claim not to glory in blood, sweat and tears, 

But we certainty ran into mud, wet, and jeers. 

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A box would burst open and fall in the streetI 

Oh welll that would do for the home jolks to eat.

The bus drivers scowled as we clambered aboard, 

Or made scathing jokes on our savoury hoard. 

We tramped or we hiked or we pulled a small cart; 

We begged passing motorists to please have a heart. 

But somehow we managed, and homeward, we toiled, 

To sell to our mothers the odd ones we’d spoiled. 

Next morning brought trials oj a different sort. 

“Check your names with returnsl To Room 20 report!” 

My friends, shall we ever forget our sad plight, 

When totals and funds simply wouldn’t come right. 

How we added and checked and compared and erased, 

But that wretched three dozen refused to be traced! 

So the teacher made up what was missing, and then 

We turned with relief to our studies again. 

Room 20 resembles King Midas’s store, 

With great piles of silver laid out on the floor, 

And bills beyond number, all bundled and neat 

Lay on every available table and seat. 

Mr. Hill and his helpers were lost in amounts, 

As they checked up the checkers, and counted the counts. 

And now I arrive at the last scene of all! 

A squad of policemen march down the main hall. 

Four of them bear a great iron-bound chest 

Containing the total, as doubtless you’ve guessed; 

While two others follow, who bear with a will, 

The limp-looking carcase of poor Mr. Hill. 

So there is the story for Hitler to know, 

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Hope and Glory”, came slowly, a lovely 

and stately Britannia. To right and left of 

her came graceful girls clad in the costumes 

representing our leading allies. With this 

one serious reminder, the audience rose to 

the National Anthem. 

The show was a long one—but why not? 

We all like our “Aud” periods long. And 

as there was no waiting, no dragging, and 

no speeches, it was well worth the risk of 

missing the last bus home. Mr. Hill’s announcements, 

by the way, were much more 

entertaining than a printed program. And 

here—a fitting close to our survey—is Mr. 

Hill’s final announcement: the War Service 

Council realized the sum of three hundred 

and seventy dollars from the proceedings. 


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OUR WORM) WITHIM THE WORM) 

Joan Cowan, 5A 

While governments are planning and 

leaders in every walk of life are exhorting 

us to prepare for the peace and inevitable 

reorganization that will take place, we at 

Jarvis are actually practising co-operation 

and friendliness among nations, as a part 

of our happy, every day life. 

We are exercising the principles of democracy 

upon which we hope the post-war 

world will be built. This broadmindedness 

and tolerance is no innovation, however, 

in our school. It has been the basis of our 

school life since Jarvis has been the central 

secondary school of Toronto. 

Out of a student population of approximately 

eight hundred and fifty, we have 

at least one hundred and forty-six, whose 

parents or themselves were born outside 

of Canada. These students represent more 

than twenty-five different countries, including 

the United States, Greece, Great 

Britain, Poland, Jugo-Slavia, India, South 

Africa, Australia, Finland, China, Germany 

and the Argentine. Our American 

cousins account for thirty-five of this number, 

while Greece is the motherland of at 

least thirty-one others. Twenty-three boys 

and girls hail from the British Isles. Then, 

too, we have representatives from Czechoslovakia, 

France, Austria, Rumania, Macedonia, 

Russia, Bulgaria, Hungary, and the 

British West Indies. There is even one boy 

whose birthplace is Malta. 

If one reads carefully the page of 

scholarships and prize winners, one will 

find many of their names. These students 

have taken advantage of the opportunities 

offered them, and as a result rank high in 

their classes. These new students sometimes 

show us up, but it is only good-humoured 

rivalry. Perhaps it makes us a little ashamed 

of ourselves, but at the same time, it 

shows us what a new student, who has a 

great many difficulties to overcome, can 

do, and results in harder work by all. 

The population of Canada is becoming 

more and more cosmopolitan. Here have 

assembled representatives of various countries, 

bringing with them the culture of 

their native land, which will develop and 

enrich our national and cultural life. Since 

Canada is still a young country, in its early 

stages, we are assimilating some of the 

characteristics of each of these countries, 

in producing a culture of our own. In Canada 

we believe in democracy and the democratic 

way of life. Jarvis is, in a small way, 

an example of this democracy at work. 

Here we have students of many races, and 

creeds, who can live and work together 

peaceably and harmoniously, each boy and 

girl a fine example of his race. Every student 

is acquiring a more broad-minded 

outlook, and learning to accept an individual, 

not for his nation, background 

or position, but for himself, his character 

and his attitude towards others. We hope 

that this will eventually take place on a far 

greater scale. 

There are many indications that after 

the war, there will be a great influx of 

people from other countries, particularly 

from Europe and Great Britain. The 

peoples who have already settled here will 

be the bond between the immigrants and 

their adopted counties, newcomers who will 

become a part of Canada and Canadian 

life. These and their posterity will become 

citizens and leaders of the future. 

Here, in our own small school world, we 

are helping to bring about peace and 

mutual understanding. It is to these students 

who have come to Jarvis from all 

parts of the world, that we have proudly 

dedicated this issue of the magnet. 

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C. Hickling, Win. Taylor, 

Ruthe Lawrence, Don McLeod, Frances Kent, Rosemary Buckham, 

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At the end of the final school term, last 

year’s War Service Council donated one 

hundred dollars to the Red Cross, sent over 

a hundred dollars worth of cigarettes to 

Jarvisites overseas, invested one hundred 

and forty dollars in War Savings Certificates 

and purchased a Bren Gun for the 

Canadian Government. 

This year the Jarvis War Service Council 

has again taken its place at the head of 

the school organizations. Under the leadership 

of Don McLeod, the Council has already 

sent boxes to one-third of the Jarvisites 

overseas and intends to finish the job 

before the end of the year. This organization 

also supplies the Knitting Club with 

wool. The school is grateful to the executive 

and members of the War Service Council, 

and is proud of their noteworthy 

achievements. 

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History Club 

The History Club has this year forsaken 

all its other activities to compile lists and 

file letters of Jarvis boys and girls in the 

services, who number over four hundred 

and fifty. Mr. Sheppard supervises the 

committee as well as doing a good deal of 

correspondence. 

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Distribution Committee 

Directed by Mr. Muir, this branch of 

the War Service Council has packed fifty 

boxes and sent them overseas. Valued at 

approximately three dollars each, these 

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boxes have been found much better than 

last year’s ditty bags. The Distribution 

Committee has also looked after the shipping 

of over one hundred dollars worth of 

cigarettes overseas. 

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Contributions 

This year, as last, the students have contributed 

from their own pockets to the 

coffers of the council. Through weekly 

nickel days, the student body has already 

donated over three hundred and fifty dollars. 

Proceeds from tea-dances, basketball 

games and movies have also netted about 

a hundred and forty dollars. Such zeal is 

to be highly commended. 

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Salvage Campaigns 

During the fall term, Jarvis responded 

heartily to a succession of salvage drives. 

Students and teachers alike brought magazines, 

baskets and hangers to school. Organized 

by Mr. Hill, these drives supplied 

considerable funds for the furtherance of 

War Service Council work. 

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Knitting Club 

Supervised by Helen Proudfoot and 

Fran Kent, and with the generous aid of 

Miss Nesbitt, the Knitting Club got off to 

a good start in the fall term. The girls 

turned in a great deal of summer work, 

consisting of socks, sweaters, mitts, helmets 

and gloves. The objective of this club is 

to supply one article to each box sent over- 

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committee wishes to express its appreciation 

to Kay Kent and Beryl Wratten, who 

so efficiently managed the club throughout 

the past two years. 

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Girls’ Work 

In the Household Science classes the first 

form girls, under the leadership of Miss 

Cosens are making pinafores for the young 

tots in Britain. Material for these garments 

was purchased with money donated by the 

War Service Council. From the scraps, the 

girls are making toy rabbits and ditty bags. 

They plan to fill the latter with sweets. 

fyo* Victvuf, 

G. C. Bowcock, 5B. 

The winter, burdened with our deepest 

sorrows, 

Scarred by oppression of unleased hate, 

Comes to an end, before Time’s gleaming 

sickle, 

As all things in this world come, soon 

or late. 

Will the future watch the Gateway opening 

From grief’s road to the pathways of 

delight? 

Watch till the freedom o’er the world be 

lightened 

And morning rises from the arms of night? 

God grant that ere Time’s sickle is 

uplifted 

To garner this year too within the past, 

Victory shall hold its court among the 

people, 

And Honour, Truth, and Love hold to 

the last. 

Ways and Means Committee 

In the Toronto Secondary Schools 

doughnut drives, Jarvis took highest 

honours. With the sale of over five thousand 

seven hundred dozen doughnuts, the 

students raised over four hundred and 

sixty dollars. This year doughnut drives 

have been banned, but Mr. Hill had 

another brain wave—The Jarvis Varieties 

of 1943. 

The enthusiasm which Jarvisites show in 

the support of their War Service Council 

is typical of the spirit in which they support 

their country’s War Effort. 

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Beeton, Ted. 

Briggs, Evan R. 

Burness, K. C. 

Connor, Claire 

Daniels, George E. 

Duff, Frederick P. 

Fortner, James A. 

Geddes, Archibald Grant. 

Gordon, David W. 

Heather, Roderick J. 

Jackes, James C. 

Jones, Leslie L. 

Keedwell, Roy B. 

MacLennan, Norman D. 

MacMillan, Ernest M. 

Nixon, Allan 

Pearce, William 

Quinlan, J. Wren 

Russell, Edwin 

Silcox, John James 

Sutcliffe, Carmen F. 

Smith, Gordon 

Taylor, William 

Taynen, Donald 

Vale, Francis Edward 

Yates, Edward W. S.

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Anderson, Maurice F. 

Bain, Hugh S. 

Band, John T. 

Barber, DeLury 

Bell, Charles G. 

Binks, Wm. E. 

Brodie, Alexander 

Buckley, Francis C. 

Butch ard, James H. 

Campbell, Gordon D. 

Carson, John D. 

Carson, Wm. K. 

Cotterill, Ian R. 

Currie, Richard 

Deane, Robert 

Fawcett, Alan H. 

Fenton, Robert. 

Fine, Joseph G. 

Alexander, Stuart 

Anderson, John F. 

Appleby, Sam F. 

Ardagh, George 

Baker, Robert I. 

Baden-Powell, E. Joan 

C.W.A.C. 

Barker, John W. 

Barron, Robert D. 

Bidgood, Wm. 

Bonnar, John A. 

Bonner, Sam G. 

Branscombe, Fred 

Breaky, Charles E. 

Bright, John 

Brown, Chas. L. 

Brown, Douglas M. 

Brown, Garfield 

Brydon, William J. 

Burgess, Wm. J. 

Burn, Richard A. 

Burness, Roy C. 

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Calverly, Arthur B. 

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Cardy, A. Gordon 

Caswell, Donald 

Caterine, George W. 

Caulfield, Evan M. 


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PW—Prisoner of War 

Navy 

Gibson, Alec. 

Gray, W. Gibson 

Henderson, George 

Hiscox, Arthur 

James, Harold F. 

Johnson, Earl 

Merchant Marine 

Joyce, Hugh K. 

Kemp, James 

Kerr, Stanley E. 

Lowes, J. R. 

McConney, Allan 

McCord, Wm. E. (Dis.) 

McDearmid, Evan S. 

McPhee, Donald 

Neundorf, Jack 

Army 

Chadwick, David 

Chadwick, Harry 

Clayton, Frank R. 

Cole, Jack 

Connor, Robert J. 

Cornish, F. 

Coulter, Graham 

Cox, Harold M. 

Crawford, Desmond J. 

Daley. John, Edward (Dis.) 

Day, Norman H. 

Dawson, Alan E. 

Dawson, Donald K. 

Dawson, E. K. 

Dickie, Peter 

Dickson, Isabel C. 

C.W.A.C. 

Doherty, Terence S. 

Domander, Ben 

Dowe, Frank S. 

Dyer, Oliver F. 

Eckel, James 

Edminson, J. A. 

Edwards Jack N. 

Evans, Watson W. 

Feasby, Wm. R. 

Fletcher, David 

Ford, Percy G. 

Fuller, Bernard 

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O’Halloran, George 

Palmer, Warren 

Peters, Wm. 

Prendergast, Walter F. 

Purdy, Peter 

Purvis, Wm. 

Ross, Duncan—PW 

Rutherford, Thomas A. 

Siddons, Jack N. 

Solandt, Donald Y. 

Toogood, Douglas F. 

Trow, George H. 

Trow, Robert 

Turnbull, Gordon 

Weir, Armour 

Wilkins, G. Richard 

Galway, Edward 

Galway, Robert 

Gibson, John K. 

Gleason, John 

Goldberg, Abraham H. 

Goldenthal, Murray , 

Goodwins, Ray 

Gouinlock, Ruth (C.W.A.C.) 

Grant, Jack 

Greenwood, Ross 

Greene, G. R. 

Gresswell, Harry E. 

Gretton, Richard 

Grindlay, Donald K. 

Haffey, Clyde 

Haffey, John 

Hales, Lloyd A. 

Harris, Fred B. 

Harwood, W. 

Hiscox, Walter C. 

Hogan, Wm. W. 

Holt, W. Ralph 

Howarth, Melville 

Hoxie, F. Neil 

Janetos, James 

Janney, Howard 

Jardine, Robert B. 

Johnson, Ralph A. 

Johnston, Sinclair G. 

Johnston, Peter A. 

Jones, Evan H. 

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Kane, William 

Keightley, Thomas 

Kennedy, Angus 

Kerr, Th omas 

Kidd, Keith 

Kressler, Herbert 

Lamb, Robert L. 

Langstone, Thomas 

Lapp, Douglas M. 

Lee, Harold 

Lent, Roy W. 

Letros, William 

Levi, Eliezer A. 

Levi, S. Gershon 

Lowry, T. 

Lind, B. 

Lind, P. 

Lindsay, James A. 

Logan, Kenneth T. 

Lorimer, Barry 

Macdonald, Dale 

MacMillan, Alastair 

Maidlow, Murray A. 

Markle, Ralph P. 

Marks, Allan D. 

Marks, Ronald L. 

Mathews, Terry 

May, W. J. A, 

Ma.vbee, Arthur R. 

McAdam, R. J. C. 

McEwen, Finley 

MeJannet, David 

McKee, Jack R. 

McKeown, Robert W. 

McKnight. Jack 

Metcalfe, Fred 

Morrison, Roderick 

Munro, John M. 

Murray, Wm. 

Nefsky, Colman H. 

Newbold, George A. 

Oakley, Wm. A. 

Otton, Wm. 

Palmer, Simon P. 

Pattison, Robert 

Phair, Elbridge 

Prebble, David 

Promoli, Fred C. 

Prue, Kenneth 

Thorpe, Keith G. B. 

Troster, John M. 

Tucker, Frank E. 

Turner, Douglas R. 

Turner, Sydney A. 

Wallace, James H. G. 

Ragen, John Webster, James E. 

Raxlon, Ben 

Wettlaufer, Thomas 

Rey, Norman White, Fred H. 

Reynolds, Gordon—PW White, Kenneth 

Rife, Donald 

Whitfield, David 

Robertson, Charles T.—PW Whithame, Francis 

Robson, Fremont Wm. Whiting, Philip 

Rooney, George W. Wighton, Russell H. 

Ross, George Wm. Wilkins, Cecil J. 

Rozzell, Albert Wilkins, Donald J. 

Rowlands, Marjorie, C.W.A.C. Wright, T. J. (Staff)—x 

Rundle, John A. 

Yewman, Frank 

Scheinert, Joseph 

Seltzer, Benjamin 

Seltzer, Morris B. 

Shier, Stanley G. 

Shuker, Ben R. 

Simpson, Frank 

Singer, Perry 

Smart, Douglas E. 

Smith, J. Ross 

Snyder, Allan G. 

Spencer, George H. 

St. John, Cameron 

Struthers, David G. 

Surphlis, Charles—PW 

Sutton, Gordon 

Thompson, Clarence 

Thompson, Robert 

Youens, Ja mes 

Young, Murray 

Zaldin, Arthur H. 

Zaldin, Sam 

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AIR FORCE 

Birman, Ernest C. (RAF) 

Ginsler, Sehvynne. 

Goldberg, S. 

Gouinlock, John 

Horick, Nicholas 

McBride, William 

McIntosh, Kenneth T. 

Rogers, Amy (W.D.) (Dis.) 

Teitel, I. 

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I received your Christmas parcel and it 

was certainly grand. There are many things 

in it that I haven’t seen for a year so you 

can only imagine how much everything 

was appreciated . . . Christmas was a joyous 

occasion aboard the ship. Although it 

was spent overseas, we had a good Canadian 

Christmas. In the Navy on Christmas 

Day, the captain and the youngest rating 

aboard change places. We carried out the 

tradition to a “t”. After it was all over, 

however, it was back to the old routine 

for us. 

Jack Neundorf 

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H.M.C.S. Moncton 

First of all, I want to thank you for the 

Christmas edition of the News Letter. I 

received it yesterday, but even if it was 

a few months late, I really liked to read 

the latest news. 

On one trip we had so much ice on our 

riggings that we had to chop ice from dawn 

to dark to keep from turning over, due to 

the extra weight. We have also had some 

good wind storms, when it wasn’t safe to 

walk along the upper decks because the 

waves broke right over our ship. Our mess 

deck had several inches of water in it, and 

I don’t think there was a dry piece of 

clothing on the ship. 

Hugh Bain 

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I am attached to the R.C.O.C. for the 

period of my course, and they are valiantly 

trying to teach me to be an Ammunition 

Examiner. It is an eighteen week course, 

and I have only one month left. At last, I 

feel I shall be doing something useful. Who 

was it that used to “play with dynamite” 

around the halls when Mr. Jenkins’ back 

was turned? 

Dick Burn 

Army 

Somewhere in England. 

Things are rather dull around camp, 

since there is absolutely no enemy action 

to liven things up, but there is always that 

“hoped for” second front to keep us going. 

Training is tough compared to what I 

knew in Canada. This is the real thing, 

with live ammunition, grenades and realis- 

tic schemes that are under actual battle 

conditions. 

Harry Gresswixe 


Although it is only a short time that I 

have been away from the school, in some 

ways it seems almost a life-time. At the 

sight of the SPIRIT OF JARVIS, a lump 

formed in my throat, as the memories of 

former years floated by. I’ll be back there 

to finish what I once started, perhaps sitting 

in the same seat in which I spent many 

an hour with a dreamy look in my eye 

... In the eight months that I have been 

on this side, I’ve had the opportunity to 

travel quite extensively, and at no time 

have the poets over-estimated the beauty 

of “This precious stone set in a silver sea”. 

The beauty of England in the spring could 

never be described in words. 

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place of business was Room 

34, is well-known to all Jarvis 

for his co-operation in school 

enterprises and his interest in 

all classes. Mr. Coombs is in 

the R.C.A.F., and at present 

is teaching mathematics at 

the Technical Training School 

in St. Thomas, Ontario. 

MR. EEEl) SIBERRY, now 

of the Royal Canadian Navy, 

attendee' Jarvis first as a 

pupil, and then finding that 

he could not stay away long, 

came back to us two years 

ago to take Mr. Bowman’s 

place. Mr. Siberry taught 

everything from mathematics 

to literature. He was probably 

best known to the boys 

of the school as “Coach”, and 

proved himself an exceptionally 

good one. 

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Much water has gone over the dam since 

I left Toronto. I have been many places 

and seen many things in the past twenty 

years. It seems strange to me as I read 

your News Letter to see some of the old 

names on the staff. Mr. Jenkins, I see 

is still throwing his ruler and compass 

around. I suppose Mr. Moorehouse is still 

looking after the cadets. He’ll never have 

as conceited a little officer as I was. Mr. 

McKerracher is still the soldier, probably 

chafing that he can’t be in this now. If 

I remember rightly Miss Stinson was a 

classmate of mine. Give her my best. Mr. 

Brokenshire is still going strong, but I do 

miss some of the old names. Dr. Hardy 

and Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Jennings and 

Miss Smithsbn are apparently! no longer 

among those present . . . The- Nip is a 

nasty enemy. I am tempted to use language 

unbecoming a Chaplain and shocking 

to the censor when referring to the yellow 

pests. I am sure you will understand. The 

road ahead is hard and full of suffering. 

We all have faith in the ultimate outcome. 

We know that Victory is always with Justice. 

E. A. Levi 

Somewhere in England 

In the last few months or so, they’ve 

started a few classes in various secondary 

school subjects. To brush up a little on 

mathematics, I decided to sit in,, and 

thanks to some of the things Messrs. 

Mackellar and Jenkins taught me, and 

which by some chance I still remembered, 

I was given my one and only chance to 

argue with the major. 

Biel Oakley 


The unit mail arrived a couple of days 

ago and' yours truly wore a big grin. Smokes 

are always most welcome, but smokes and 

then a parcel containing those score and 

one things which are so difficult to obtain, 

just set one wondering what on earth he 

has done to deserve such kindness. It goes 

much farther. I think, though, than that. 

It’s the shining realization that back home 

there are those who remember and care . . . 

We in England can never fail in our task 

so long as there are folks like you back of 

us at home. 

David McJannet 

Coal Harbour, B. C. 

Since I joined the army I’ve had my 

share of unforgettable experiences. I missed 

Hong Kong by five days, as our outfit 

was scheduled to leave for that ill-fated 

base on Dec. 12, but the Japanese attack 

on Pearl Harbour, Dec. 7, changed everything. 

At the outbreak of hostilities with 

Japan we were quite busy rounding up 

Japanese Nationals in and around Vancouver. 

My most thrilling experience, 

though, was working as an extra in the 

motion picture “The Commandos Strike 

at Dawn”, starring Paul Muni, which was 

filmed outside of Victoria. B.C. 

Jimmy Janetos 


Incidently on one scheme we were out 

on, we covered well over two hundred 

miles, by marching, in about fifteen days, 

and had very few men fall out . . . We've 

been training in running with full equipment 

and last week put up a bit of a record, 

doing ten miles in two hours, five and 

a half minutes .... The latest news we 

have now is that in a few days we’re going 

to start a new stunt (for us at least), which 

is swimming a river with full equipment. 

Fred Metcai.ee 

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Nel son Potter 

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Ra y Goodwins 

Char les Brown 

Vern Gray 

Murray Maid low 

Bill Inzra 

Ros..en Roueff 

James J. Scott 

Jack ~ Iowatt 

William O' Ha ra 

J ack Sh erman 

Second Row 

Dixon Goodrick 

Simon Palmer 

Fred Branscombe 

Leslie Jones 

Esson Gal e 

Oliv er Dyer 

Sandy M cKillo!l 

Allyn Kerr 

Hug-h Meh'iIIe 

.Jim Temple 

Third Row 

.la s. Norris 

Alex Brodie 

George Hatch 

Bob Servos 

Bill Ingram 

Jas. Baker 

Alan Retter 

Norman Grove 

Leigh Cr uess 

Lloyd Skeaff 

Fourth R ow- 

Gordon Shearer 

Dick Gundy 

Frank Yewman 

David Whitfield 

Don Wilkins 

Don Rife 

Peter Purdy 

Roy Wai sberg 

Lou Parker 

Gordon Thompson 

Gord Sutherland 

Cha rles Godfrey 

Fifth R ow- 

Ian Davidson 

Alan McConney 

Robert Jardine 

Huntley Gordon 

James Smith 

Herb Orgill 

Don Jones 

Donald Lennox 

Jim Butchart 

John Hogan 

Martin l'\torthmore 

Jas. You en s 

Sixt h R ow 

Ernest Wathen 

Bruce Ca lve rley 

William Car son 

Geo. Ga rdine r 

Fred Dyer 

Gibs on Gray 

Ralph Shilton 

Jim Paxton 

Dick Wilkins 

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Allan, Hugh B. 

Anglin, Gerald 

Appleton, Douglas G. 

Baker, Douglas M. 

Baker, James 

Barker, Jack Douglas 

Barker, F. 

Barnes, Gordon 

Barrett, Norman 

Barron, J. Bruce 

Bawden, Jack 

Beatty, Elizabeth (WD) 

Binnie, Hugh W. 

Birk, Ex-nest 

Blizzard, Jack 

Bone, Douglas 

Bowman, W. (Staff) 

Boyd, Davis G. (x) 

Brandham, R. James 

Breithaupt, Douglas 

Bricco, Arthur (Dis.) 

Bridle, George E. 

Brown, James S. 

Brown, John Wm. 

Brown, Harry A. 

Brown, John W. 

Cameron, Agnes M. (W.D.) 

Campbell, Alexander 

Carson, Wm. G. 

Casselman, Reg. 

Chapman, George A. 

Clayton, Frank A. 

Clearihue, Lloyd 

Colbran, R. D. 

Colliran, Robert D. 

Coombs, J. (Staff) 

Comars, Theodore 

Cottrell, Ian R. 

Cousins, Lloyd 

Cox, Frank G. 

Crooks, Thomas 

Cruikshank, David A. 

Cruikshank, Reg. Wm. 

Daneff, Alexander 

Darbyshire, Albert 

Davidson, J. Ian 

Dean, John A. 

Derrick, Garnet L. 

Dixon, Wm. James 

Dobson, Chas. T. 

Donnelly, Lawrence E. 

Driver, Gordon 

Duff, Ann C. (W.D.) 

Dunlea, Allen R. 

Dunning, George 

Eckel, Edward A. 

Edwards, James 

Elliott, J. W. 

Farb, Herbert 

Fenten, Fred M. 

Ferguson, Leslie 

Fetterley, Raymond 

Fine, Leonard. 

Finlay, Douglas (Dis.) 

Air Force 

Finlay, J. A. 

Fisher, Max 

Flater, Graham 

Follis, Chester 

Follows, Wm. A. 

Fortus, Earl 

Foster, Leonard 

Francis, Fred 

Friendly, Solomon 

Fromstein, Sam 

Frost, Gordon 

Gale, Richard M. 

Gardner, George W. 

Geraldi, Arthur E. 

Gerken, Alfred 

Gill, Raymond G. 

Glazier, Bernard 

Glover, Earnest A. 

Godfrey, J. Earnest 

Godfrey, Charles 

Goodfellow, John 

Goodrick, Dixon W. 

Gouinlock, Jack 

Gordon, Huntley P. 

Gray, Jean (W.D.) 

Gray, Vernon L. 

Grey, Kenneth H. 

Griffiths, Gilbert S. 

Griffith, Wm. 

Grinshaw, Jack 

Grove, Norman 

Guiness, Larry 

Gundy, Richard M. 

Gunn, Wm. 

Haffey, Michael 

Hall, Charles 

Hamill, Norman 

Handforth, Stanley 

Harriss, Donald 

Harold, J. Harvey 

Hatch, George E. 

Hatch, Jack A. 

Hayes, Murray M. 

Haynes, Eric 

Haywai'd, Alfred E. (PW) 

Heather, Wm. 

Henderson, R. Bruce 

Hill, Wm. F. 

Hobbs, Erskin 

Hoffberg, Murray 

Hogan, John 

Hurl, Carl N. 

Hutchinson, John 

Hutchinson, W. Scott 

Hyde, Bertram S. 

Ingram, Wm. 

Jackes, Lloyd 

Jacob, Jack 

Janney, Wm. H. 

Johnstone, A. James 

Johnstone, Wm. 

Jones, Donald R. 

Keachie, Wm. 

Keachie, William B. 

Keedwell, Douglas 

Kent, Martin 

Kerr, Allyn W. 

Kerr, Lloyd 

Kindree, Douglas T. 

Knox, David G. 

Lapeer, Leonard 

Levvorthy, William J. 

Leigh, Arthur 

Leith, Wm. 

Lennox, Donald 

LeRoue, Ralph 

Leschuk, Walter 

Loney, Robert D. 

Mabee, E. Aubrey 

Maciver, Dorothy E. (WD) 

Maciver, Kenneth A. 

Macpherson, Wm. R. 

Mann, Robert K. 

Margolis, Peter 

Mark, Lloyd 

Mathieson, Donald W. (x) 

McCall, Samuel 

McCracken, James C. 

McIntosh, Stuart A. 

McKague, Howard 

McKillop, Alexander 

McKnight, John W. E. 

McLean, Wm. E. 

McLennan, Norman 

McMenomy, Sydney (x) 

Melville, Hugh 

Mendleson, Henry 

Merrick, David 

Miell, Harold E. 

Milligan, Wm. Charles 

Mitchell, Murray 

Moffitt, Barry 

Montgomery, G. Clifford 

Morrison, Wm. James 

Morton, Wm. H. 

Mowat, John D. 

Munro, Roy 

Munroe, Alex. W. 

Myers, Peter 

Naylor, Harry A. 

Naylor, Ralph E. 

Newell, Walter D. 

Norris, James T. 

Northmore, Martin P. 

O’Hara, Wm. S. 

Orgill, H. D. B. 

Otton, Karl 

Page, Bernard J. 

Pancer, J. L. 

Parker, L. H. 

Paxton, James G. 

Pierpoint, J. Vernon 

Pike, George A. 

Potter, J. G. N. 

Pritchard. Hugh. 

Purvis, Bob 

Quinlan, Austin 

Quinn, Joseph D. 

Rae, Jack A. 

Reid, Gordon S. 

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Rey, Albert (p\v) 

Rey, Ernest M. 

Richmond, Wm. R. 

Riggs, Lewis 

Rodgers, M. L. 

Roper, Harry W. 

Roueff, Rossen K. 

Rousom, Jack 

Rundle, Douglas C-. 

Rudd, Edward 

Rule, Lionel 

Rutherford, Allister 

Sawyer, Arthur E. 

Schultz, John D. 

Scott, James E. 

Servos, Robert A. 

Shachter, Seymour 

Sharpe, Stanley J. 

Shearer, J. J. 

Sherman, Jack 

Shilton, Ralph 

Silverstein, Jack D. 

Sinclair, Duncan 

Sinclair, George 

Skeaff, Forbes 

Skeaff, Lloyd 

Slatter, John 

Smith, James H. 

Sparkhall, William 

Spofford, G. L. 

Steele, Wm. J. 

Steiner, D. M. 

St. Ours, Joseph A. (x) 

Stone, George 

Stroud, George A. 

Sutherland, Gordon 

Temple, R. James 

Thomas, Wm. E. 

Thompson, Wm. 

Thomson, Gordon 

Thomson, Ivan 

Tidy, Charles H. 

Tyler, Kenneth 

Usherwood, Charles W. 

Vale, W. Richard 

Vigod, Norman 

Waisberg, Roy 

Walton, Leonard 

Wathen, Ernest 

Weir, Malcolm 

West, Wm. H. 

Whiteside, R. Douglas 

Whitfield, Evelyn H. (WD) 

Whiting, Dorothy (W.D.) 

Wilkins, T. Kenneth 

William, Rose (W.D.) 

Wilson, Wiliam J. 

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their addresses to Mr. Sheppard, in order that parcels may be sent to them. 

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You’ll be happy to hear that our squadron 

was very successful in the Dieppe show. 

We shot down eleven Jerries and we didn’t 

lose one pilot. I was lucky enough to get a 

Junkers 88—which kind of squares things 

for old George (Daniels). It was quite a 

shambles and rather exciting—first real big 

show for most of us. 

Jackie Rae 

Overseas. 

I hate to be a cad and say this, but Mr. 

Jenkins’ enthusiastic remarks about the 

value of mathematics were sadly wasted 

on this little boy. Although it is one of the 

very few subjects I enjoyed, since I am not 

in the Air Force or the Artillery, I haven’t 

had a chance to put it all to any use. Now 

personally, I’d say French came in the 

handiest for me, but try to make love with 

a High School knowledge of French and 

you’ll get a rough idea of what I was up 

against. It’s too formal. 

Freddy Harris 

Trenton, Ontario. 

I have been living a wonderful life in 

the service, strange as it may seem. I admit 

it is quite trying at times, having to 

get up at six a.m., but the food we get 

compensates for this annoyance. Think of 

it! I haven’t tasted beans for two months 

and according to the stories I hear we are 

supposed to thrive on them. At our station, 

we get turkey dinners once a week and the 

other meals are equally good. 

Air Fore© 

Roy Waisberg 

England. 

Mail is like a breath of air from the land 

of “Milk and Honey”, as we over here 

call good old Canada. ... Yes, I have 

found the teachings of Mr. Jenkins, Mr. 

Dyce, and Mr. Holmes very useful. My 

branch of the service requires untold 

amounts of maths, and science. I am one 

of the rather well hidden Radio Mechanics 

and we are supposed to be the “brains” 

of the service . . . Once again may I thank 

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you all from the bottom of my heart for 

remembering me. I sincerely appreciate the 

time and trouble you must go to in order 

to send such splendid letters to so many. 

Lloyd J. M. Skeaff 

North Sydney, N.S. 

I’m doing the same kind of work here 

as I did in Trenton—working on engines. 

“Fitters” we are called. Sounds a dull life, 

a mechanic, doesn’t it, compared to a pilot? 

Well, really it isn’t, and we have a lot of 

fun. . . . 

From the sound of your letters, the 

teachers must be kept pretty busy. Well, 

I wish I’d paid more attention to my 

physics, as they are very useful to a mechanic. 

Cyril Cottrell 

Christie Street Hospital. 

I’ll be leaving this hospital within the 

next ten days, (I hope), and I’d like to 

leave this with you—“Don’t ever forget the 

fellows in hospitals.” To receive a gift or 

letter from the “Old School” is a great 

tonic for “hospital blues”. In my book, it 

runs a close second to pretty nurses. 

Doug Finlay 


At the time of writing of this letter, I 

am attached to a squadron of the R.A.F. 

We are flying single-seat night fighters; 

it was a bit hard at first to get used to 

sleeping during the day and doing most of 

my flying at night. 

Ernie Glover 

Victoriaville, P.Q. 

Victoriaville is really French-Canadian. 

Only a few people can speak English. In 

some cases it is quite difficult to be understood. 

Incidentally, I’m no “Beau Brummel” 

with these local belles, as I can’t 

“parlez-vous”. Mr. Brokenshire will probably 

be disappointed to hear that, because 

he spent so much time on me. 

Jack Shearer

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Please advise the Philosopher that I have 

been known to use mathematics in my 

business, but generally manage to enveigle 

someone else into using them for me. 

Everyone out here has some sort of 

hobby. One chap spends his spare time 

manufacturing two-headed coins. Another 

cuts the necks off bottles and thus converts 

them into drinking glasses. I am writing 

my “Memoirs”; at least I intend to 

start as soon as I can obtain a more adequate 

supply of paper. 

We have native boys, called “Wogs”, to 

do our laundry and our beds and wait on 

us in the Mess . . . The boy I have, although 

he is quite intelligent in his own 

way, is rather absent-minded. He not only 

loses my clothing but his own as well . . . 

We have another boy who works in the 

Mess and he is exceptionally crafty. His 

name is “Butch” although the other boys 

call him “Mr. Souri”. Butch tried to borrow 

a pound from me one day to make a 

payment on his new wife, whom he is purchasing 

on the instalment plan. To verify 

his statement he showed me a letter from 

his mother-in-law, which stated that if he 

did not tender payment immediately, he 

was to return her daughter. The letter was 

written in sort of eighteenth century style, 

a la Oliver Goldsmith. 

S. “Wilberforce” Mcintosh 


trying to get together ever since joining 

the Air Force, but we never did succeed. 

Bill Gunn 

Bombay, India. 

Since leaving home I’ve spent a big 

share of my life travelling, as you may 

guess. If I’ve learned one thing from this 

war so far it has been that the chap who 

wrote books on geography knew what he 

was talking about. Everywhere you go conditions 

are just as we were taught. And 

now I’m sitting in India in the monsoon 

season, watching the rain pour down and 

remembering lessons in physical geography. 

Hugh Pritchard 

Overseas. 

May I thank you very warmly for the 

kind consideration and the very fine things 

the War Service Council is accomplishing. 

I’m very grateful for the cigarettes I received 

and they indeed came in the nick of 

time. I hadn’t had any smokes for over two 

weeks. ... By the way, Robbie Burns’ 

birthplace is quite close, and the little ride 

there and the surroundings are very pleasant. 

I go there often. 

Sol Friendly 


It seems hard to realize that nearly ten 

years have passed since i heard the halls 

of the old school echo to Mr. Jenkins murmuring 

to some trembling first former. 

You may be interested to know, Mr. Jen- 

England. 

I have met a lot of my old Jarvis friends kins, that I can even make the English 

over here, fellows whom I haven’t seen laugh by telling the classical story of yours 

since I left school, and we always talk about the man who was lost in an impeneabout 

the fun we had at Jarvis. Did you trable forest. And is the smile still on the 

know that Bill Thomas was in Alaska? face of the tiger? 

He is my best friend and we have been 

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To our surprise, we noticed in the 

antechamber the participants in the broadcast 

lounging on the sofas drinking “Cocacolas”. 

We had expected to see them 

frantically scanning their scripts, and hurriedly 

preparing for the broadcast. They 

all seemed very nonchalant—“just another 

broadcast”—and in no hurry at all. We 

passed along into the sound-proof studio 

and took seats. 

The studio, rather small, seats about one 

hundred spectators. Half the stage is occupied 

by the orchestra. A microphone is 

suspended directly above the conductor. 

To the right is an oblong table with three 

or four microphones on it. Comfortable 

chairs surround this table. On the wall 

are two clocks; one, an ordinary electric 

clock; and the other, a special one, a chronometer. 

By now all is ready. The master of ceremonies, 

the orchestra leader and his 

players, the lady who tells the listeners 

about Puddler’s Cold Cream, stand poised; 

the participants in the quiz programme to 

follow have taken their allotted seats at 

the table. The hand of the special clock 

begins to move. There are only two 

minutes left. Above the door of the control 

room a neon light blinks “Off air.” 

Meanwhile, a voice from the loudspeaker 

is closing the previous program. Our studio 

audience tensely waits for the “On air” 

signal. The orchestra leaders raises his 

baton. The hand of the “two-minute” 

clock takes ten seconds more . . . then five 

. . . three . . . two . . . one. 

“On air” flashes the neon sign. Down 

comes the baton and the orchestra sounds 

the opening salute. 

The announcer introduces the program, 

names the contestants and logins to ask 

them one by one various questions which 

have been sent in by the listeners. To begin 

with, the contestants receive five crisp 

one dollar bills. A dollar bill is awarded 

for each correct answer; one is returned 

for each incorrect answer. 

After the first round of questions the 

lady reads her “commercial”. Another 

round of questions follows, climaxing with 

the “Jack-pot” question. After another 

attempt by the young lady to convince the 

female public of the good value of their 

cold cream, the announcer closes the program 

and the studio audience disperses. 

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THE STUDENT GOES TO THIb 

CANNERT 

Bob Van der Flier 

The long summer holidays had come ment, but far from the ideal job. We found 

around again, but Canada was at war; that minute particles of the asparagus 

there was to be no loafing! Many students stuck beneath our finger nails and caused 

had already left for farms, others had ob- the flesh under them to become quite sore, 

tained summer employment in neighbor- This problem however can be solved by 

ing munition plants, only a mere remnant wearing cotton gloves, but we were told 

had failed to find any jobs. Unfortunately that the management frowned upon their 

Len and I found ourselves among this lat- use because cotton threads from the gloves 

ter group. After several days of fervent got in with the asparagus. Apparently they 

“job seeking” during which we often des- preferred wee bits of human flesh in their 

paired of success, we were finally hired product to a little cotton thread, 

by a New Toronto cannery, and told to 

report to the plant the following morning. 

In our initial enthusiasm we readily overlooked 

some minor obstacles. The first of 

When we punched out at five o’clock, 

the eight-mile bicycle home loomed ahead. 

Quitting was foremost in our minds, but 

shirking the gauntlet of applications we 

had run the day before, we decided to stay 

until the end of the month at least. 

these was the necessity of getting up at 

five every morning, in order to reach the 

cannery on time. The second was the fact 

that manual labor is everything but easy In a few weeks we were convinced that 

for students, who have spent the winter our earlier experience had been for the 

on school benches. 

The next morning we were supplied with 

white uniforms. To say that these uniforms 

were not large enough to fit men half our 

size would be an exaggeration, but to say 

that they fitted us would be an even 

greater one. My trouser legs were about 

eight inches too short and Len had trouble 

fastening the top buttons of his jacket . . . 

he finally exhaled and succeeded. Nor did 

the first view of the kitchens impress as 

favorable. We were assigned to washing a 

tank of asparagus, a seemingly easy task, 

but within an hour we were both aching 

in muscles, which we had never known we 

possessed. At nine o’clock our shoes had 

become thoroughly soaked from spilling 

water; at ten o’clock we felt that it would 

be impossible to go on for another hour; at 

eleven o’clock an awkward co-worker 

added to our dilemma by accidently turning 

a cold water hose on us; at twelve 

when the large clock finally announced 

. lunch hour, we crawled, quite miserable, 

into a nook in the lunch room almost too 

tired to eat. 

The afternoon saw us operating the asparagus 

cutting machines ... an improve- 

good. We found ourselves rapidly gaining 

in weight, our appetites had doubled and 

we began to thoroughly enjoy the job. The 

most gratifying experience of all nevertheless 

was receiving our first pay envelopes. 

They usually contained between twenty 

and thirty dollars; good pay for hard work. 

Conditions rapidly improved. The uniforms, 

although not tailor-made, fitted; 

veterans in the plant now, we were able to 

monopolize the choicest jobs. In those three 

summer months, I was put on every conceivable 

assignment, I ran an elevator, 

worked in freezing compartments at a temperature 

of twenty degrees below zero, 

loaded and unloaded trucks and freight 

cars, spent a week on an experimental farm 

raising tomatoes, worked in several warehouses, 

operated various machines, and 

even worked nights checking on truck 

drivers and their loads. 

There were other experiences . . . unpleasant 

ones . . . conflicts with overambitious 

foremen, irascible superintendents 

and so called efficiency experts . . . 

difficulties in avoiding adoption of the odd 

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a carload of truck drivers. When they 

spoke freely . . . well . . . ! Each evening 

we would shock our parents by innocently 

repeating sayings heard during the day. 

A job in a cannery will prove to be an 

invaluable experience to any high school 

student. There he will develop muscle, increase 

his appetite and perhaps, what is 

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more important, gain a knowledge of factory 

life, a knowledge of how others live. 

He will receive an education, not from 

books, but from experience: knowledge unavailable 

at any school. He will return to 

school in autumn, richer with the knowledge 

that life is not a land of milk, honey 

and dances, but a serious struggle in which 

education is ‘a must’. 

THIS STUDENT ON THE FARM 

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I spent six weeks this summer at Beamsville, 

a small town in the middle of the fruit 

district. The camp was managed by the 

“Farm Service Force.” We slept in tents 

and ate in a one-time stable, which had 

been converted quite successfully into a 

mess hall. 

At seven-thirty every morning the farmers 

came for the girls. And every morning, 

we came staggering out ten or fifteen minutes 

late. We were tired, and with just 

cause. We had been working ten hours a 

day to pick the peaches before they dropped 

from the branches. Nevertheless we 

loved it. There was something very thrilling 

about work as hard as this, when it was 

so urgent. Somehow it made one feel as if 

she were right up in the front line pounding 

away at the enemy, and every luscious 

peach saved was one more German conquered. 

We wore a harness, which made us feel 

very business-like—especially when we 

clicked on our baskets, adjusted our ladders, 

and climbed up into the tree, there 

to pick frantically, desperately trying to 

beat some rival. I have had the feeling 

sometimes, my ladder having given a sudden 

lurch when I was on the very top rung, 

that if I fell, at least I might have my 

name in the paper with the words: “She 

died for her country in a peach tree.” 

Ah! I know of one thing which may appeal 

to my readers. You get a most marvellous 

tan—one far browner than that of any 

cream-swabbed bathing beauty on the Florida 

beaches. Also, every noon before we 

ate our lunch, we had our gorgeous plunge 

into Lake Ontario, which lies at the foot 

of the orchard. 

I may quite honestly say that I had 

more fun last summer picking fruit than 

I have ever had at any time. I am not exaggerating 

this either, as I think that in 

nearly every case the girls who worked on 

farms would agree with me. 

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DID ^QU *WORK\ SIR?” 

Peggy Russell 3C 

The bus seemed to crawl across Queen’s afternoon as I was crawling through it a 

Park and it was one minute to nine. I was professor whom I did not know entered 

to report at the “lab” at nine o’clock sharp and asked me how I . liked . the book. . I . reto 

work there the entire summer if Profes- plied to the effect that it was interesting 

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sor Beamish thought that I could be of any but I certainly would be happy when I 

use at all. At last I reached Hart House was finished and would never have to look 

and from there ran at top speed to the at it again. Later I discovered that he was 

Chemistry Building . . . arriving just on the author. 

tjme 

The summer days rolled by too quickly, 

As I walked into Prof. B’s. office he and never will I forget the numerous in- 

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glanced up, wondered who I was for a cidents which occurred. There was my first 

moment, remembered with dismay; then, lab-coat also . . . unforgettable. It was 

after a lengthy discussion about all I did superb . . . five sizes too large, six inches 

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not know, he handed me over to an unfor- below my knees, the sleeves, rolled half 

tunate student. The latter immediately their length to reach my wrists, and to 

instructed me to prepare a normal solution cap the climax . . . full of holes! 

of silver nitrate. Carefully I weighed out The staff I grew to know quickly, and, 

the correct amount of silver nitrate; then truthfully, there was not a single person 

diluted it up to a litre with tap water . . . whom I disliked. One graduate student 

and wondered why I got a precipitate of particularly remains in my mind, as he was 

silver chloride! I was a failure on my first constantly “borrowing” everyone’s apparaday 

there. 

tus and an average of thirty bottles of 

At first I worked in the outer lab, and chemicals per day from the store-room. I 

one morning a student came up to me and was always blamed when the latter were 

, j i drawled, “Do you mind pro-fan-ity?” missing! 

“Why, no,” I stammered. 

Never will I forget those frequent evenings 

when I was locked in the building, 

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lot of it.” I did. 

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running clad only in a pair of army shorts upset a can of aluminium paint over a ( 

and running shoes. He was looking for freshly painted desk, myself and Professor 

Prof. B. but when he saw me, the only girl Beamish’s best golf balls; and the time 

in the lab, he practically collapsed, turned when I blew up a solution and, a kindaround, 

and ran out again. Soon I heard hearted soul, believing I had acid in my 

him out in the corridor, lamenting his fate eyes, completely drenched me with water, 

and calling me every name he could think I was treated like any other person 

of. But, the rest of the summer he wore a around there, although they had to be 

complete suit and even called me Miss careful what they said when I was in the 

Russell! After that incident everyone knew vicinity. One time there was an exception, 

there was a girl in Room 1A. “From far and I remarked that I could not understand 

and wide they came” to see if it was true, why I was allowed to take chemicals from 

Also, there was from then on more caution the store-room when the others were not. I 

about changing into lab clothes as 1A was immediately received the answer, “If I 

adjacent to the boys’ lockers. . . . Many a wore a skirt, I could too!” Possibly, but 

time I have been bolted in a room so that when anyone got angry when they were 

they would know where I was and could missing, I was scolded just as much as 

keep me out of the way!! 

the rest! 

Time passed; the next development was Work? Well, I suppose I did not work as 

to find myself studying. I was to read a much at chemistry as I should have, but 

certain book on Chemistry, then begin ex- we all did have fun! Besides washing my 

perimental work again. However, one desk and apparatus about twenty times a

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Fred Breckles Top Left—RECORD CLUB 

Adviser - - 

Mr. Sheppard G. Crum, Mr. Steinhauer, D. Johnston. 

The work of the Correspondence Committee 

of the War Service Council was re 

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Top Right—STAMP CLUB 

which is this year devoting its efforts almost 

entirely to keeping in touch with all shank. 

J. Wilson, Miss McCamus, W. Cruick- 

Jarvisites now in the armed forces. Letters, 

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soldier on record. Judging from the many 

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{ the club are very much appreciated indeed. 

All letters received *re displayed in 

2nd Row— 

HI-Y CLUB 

Room 48, where all interested may see 

them. Anyone knowing of any Jarvisite E. Teghtsoonian, D. MacLeod, G. Day, 

now in the forces and not on our records B. Stoicheff, Mr. Steinhauer. 

would greatly assist the History Club by 

forwarding such information to the principal 

or Mr. 

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Vice-president - - - Gordon Gray 

Secretary - - Margaret Wortman 

Sponsor - John McGillvray, Knox College 

The I.S.C.F., which is closely associated 

with the various Inter-Varsity groups, is 

an association of Christian students in the 

Secondary Schools of Canada. 

In Jarvis the meetings are held each 

Wednesday after school for Bible study 

and discussion—which is lively. Week by 

week our group is increasing owing to the 

enthusiasm of our members. 

In addition monthly city-wide social 

gatherings are held. As well as encouraging 

the students of various schools to become 

acquainted with one another, these 

socials stimulate interest in the I.S.C.F. 

J. Crawford, Mr. Hill, G. Bee, J. Neil, 

Mr. Siberry, R. Zurbrigg. 

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Jim Neil, E. Egg, Mr. Allin, Mr. Hill, 

Jack Neil, A. MacDermott, P. Turnbull. 

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Mr. Sheppard, 0. Wilson, B. Taylor, 

Fran. Kent, F. Breckles.

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Marson Smith 

Treasurer - 

Larry Wilkins 

Secretary 

Martha Schober 

Darkroom Superintendent - Bill Hayman 

The Camera Club, under the able guidance 

of Mr. Moorhouse, is offering complete 

darkroom facilities to a larger membership 

this year. For the first time, the 

girls have been represented on the executive, 

and girls as well as boys are making 

use of the school darkroom. New members 

and beginners are instructed in elementary 

photographic technique and processing. All 

members are encouraged to submit prints 

THE CAMERA CLUB 

for discussion before the club, and the 

better efforts are displayed in the club’s 

new show case in the rotunda. 

The Camera Club is also undertaking 

the care and operation of the sound equipment 

this year under Larry Wilkins and 

Bill Mosley. The sound equipment is used 

during assemblies, tea dances, noontime 

dancing and for the projection of soundcolour 

movie-films during and after school 

hours. 

Mr. Moorhouse and his Camera Club 

are to be congratulated for their excellent 

job in handling all photography for the 

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Back Row—C. Hambourg, J. Weitzman, Mr. Wilkie, G. Crum, R. Self. 

Middle Row—H. Segal, D. Johnson, H. Py.kala, J. Pataki. 

Front Row—L. Nickoloff, II. Hawkins, C. Bala, G. Thompson, M. Sibbald, S. Nickoloff. 

CHOIR 

Back Row—O. Mark, M. Campbell, P. Wadhams, S. Saxe, J. Simpson, H. Lincoln. 

Third Row—R. Quinn, J. Mansfield, M. Richardson, M. Sargeant, F. Warden, D. Anderton 

Second Row—B. Tomlin, A Wheaton, R. Steele, L. Gage, E. Cawker, G. Smith, J. 

Craig, D. Allen, L. Larking. 

Front Row—E. Cranston, C. Wagman, P. McEwen, M. Kent, E. Cruikshank, L. Mac- 

Callam, T. Pednault. 

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problems connected with the Cadet Corps. 

They are sponsoring courses in first-aid 

and signalling as well as conducting the 

inter-form shooting. 

All members are also members of the Officer’s 

Training Corps, those unsung heroes 

of Jarvis, who arrive at school an hour 

early on those cold, dark winter mornings 

to drill in the gym and auditorium. 

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April 16, 1942, proved to be one of the 

most memorable days in the history of 

the Jarvis Cadet Corps. In the beautiful 

spring morning, the newly-formed Jarvis 

Cadet Band played the General Salute as 

Capt. Read, District Cadet Officer for M. 

D. Number Two (now Major Read) inspected 

the smart Jarvis Cadets, in their 

white shirts and dark trousers. 

After the inspection of the ranks had 

been made by Capt. Read, accompanied 

by Mr. A. E. Allin, Mr. F. L. Bartlett, Mr. 

E. A. Hill, and Cadet Major Russell, the 

“march past” took place. All observers 

including the captain himself were highly 

impressed by the smartness shown by the 

Jarvis boys as they marched past the reviewing 

base. The platoon drill, first-aid 

and signalling displays, which followed 

proved to be of great interest to the rest 

THE OFFICERS’ TRAINING CLUB of the school as well as to the visitors, due 

to the efficiency with which they were performed. 

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Gordon Bee 

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Ray Zurbrigg 

At the conclusion of the formal drill, 

Secretary 

Jim Crawford 

presentations of various awards and medals 

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were made to individual members of the 

The O.T.C. Club is working in close cooperation 

with the new defence system in 

as the smartest cadet on parade and ac 

corps. Cadet Stewart Wier was selected 

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troduced into Jarvis. The aim of the club cordingly awarded the Jarvis Cadet Challenge 

Cup. Cadets Lotto and Crews were 

is to train Jarvisites to become efficient and 

capable officers in the Jarvis Cadet Corps, named as close seconds. The- platoon, 

V and to insure 'the success of the yearly made up of the students of 3D under Lt. 

: Cadet inspection. Under the guidance of Ray Zurbrigg and Sgt. Pat Vernon were 

Mr. Hill and Mr. Siberry they meet every selected as the best platoon and awarded 

two weeks to discuss and deal with all the H. S. C. Perpetual Trophy. 

An exceptionally large number of shooting 

medals were presented to individual 

members of the Jarvis Rifle Team. Among 

these were ten gold medals. Cadet Bill 

McCracken, the best shot of the year, was 

awarded the Lord Strathcona Medal. In 

this achievement Bill followed in the footsteps 

of his brother James, who had won 

the medal the previous year. 

The First-Aid Platoon made one of the 

best showings in the history of the corps. 

One hundred and four members qualified 

for first-aid certificates, a number too large 

to be presented at the inspection. Credit 

for this accomplishment is due to their officers 

Lt. Agar and Sgt. Coulter as well as 

to Mr. Hill and Mr. Siberry, who took up 

the subject in their second form Health 

classes. 

A number of members of the Signalling 

Corps under Lt. Wilkins and Sgt. Mastronardi 

received individual cash prizes and 

certificates for their signalling ability. 

At the end of the Inspection Capt. Read 

commended the Cadets on their exhibition 

of smartness and expressed his wish that 

Jarvis should be well represented at the 

Bolton Cadet Camp. We understand that 

his invitation was readily accepted by 

many keen cadets. Cadet Major Russell 

then led the Corps in three cheers for 

Capt. Read and the guests. 

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Many a long wearisome day have I 

slouched lazily at my desk and thought. 

Yes, I have actually thought, even during 

the Latin period, . . . possibly not much 

about Latin. I’ve wondered if coming to 

school is really worth while. 

Oh, I know what they all say. “If I had 

only stayed at school! Really, you don’t 

know what a wonderful opportunity you 

have in being able to go to school!” 

But after sitting through a horribly 

boring period, or cringing behind the person 

in front of me, for fear of being asked 

a question, I begin to wish I were away 

from all this torture. Just think! To have 

no more homework to worry about! All 

my evenings free to go to the show, or — 

or — oh, I’d find something to do, easily. 

And those horrible tests and examinations 

would never again haunt me, to keep me 

wide awake by night and in a dead stupor 

by day. 

I could chew my gum in freedom without 

the fear of being humiliated before my 

friends by some exceedingly unreasonable 

and un-understanding teacher. And school 

has many other bad points. The lunch 

period is far too short. Why, we scarcely 

leave the last period in the morning, and 

the next thing we know we are trying to 

puzzle out some extremely complicated 

geometry problem. If we happen to be 

feeling a little tired, and decide to take the 

third period off to catch up on last night’s 

sleep, we find ourselves “up to our chins” 

in trouble, explaining to the outraged 

teacher or principal. Going to school is 

just like jail, except that you can come 

home at night. 

But then, when I find myself finding 

fault with school, especially Jarvis, I realize 

that I am being just childish. All 

these things that don’t appeal to me are 

really very trivial, when compared with 

the almost numberless advantages and attractions 

of our school. 

All joking aside, we really are fortunate 

to be able to go to school, and acquire a 

sound education, to be able to better take 

our place in the world of tomorrow. We 

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are the citizens, scientists, and statesmen 

of the future, and unless we learn now, 

how can we ever be of use later? 

Besides, when we forget Physics and 

Algebra, school becomes very enjoyable. 

Just think what a wonderful chance, for 

fun one has by joining any of the organizations 

of the school. If he is interested 

in stamps, there is the Stamp Club. If 

photography is his hobby, he can join the 

Camera Club. The Record Club is for 

music lovers; the Orchestra for musicians; 

the Choir for singers; the O.T.C. for prospective 

officers; the History Club, the Hi- 

Y Club, the Movie Club, and perhaps the 

greatest of all, the War Service Council 

which has been of great service to enlisted 

Jarvis boys. 

If none of these appeal to you, there are 

any number of sports to keep you busy. 

There is the thrill of attending football 

games in the Fall (afternoons off—whe-ee-e-el!). 

Basketball has become exceedingly 

popular of late. Even without participating 

on school terms, one can take 

part in interform rugby, basketball, ice 

hockey, floor hockey, swimming, volleyball, 

track and rifle shooting. With such 

a fine gymnasium and track and swimming 

pool, it is little wonder that Jarvis has 

turned out some of the best athletes in 

the city. We should learn to use and appreciate 

these excellent facilities. 

Jarvis boast the handsomest school 

library—so say the Inspectors—in the 

province. The worn condition of the books 

indicates how much pleasure they have 

given. To acquire a love of reading is to 

be assured of an inexpensive and accessible 

pleasure for one’s entire life. 

Think of our cafeteria!?! How little we • 

appreciate the efforts of the tireless staff 

who prepare those ever-welcome hot meals 

for us and so pleasantly turn us away from 

our quest of ice cream. 

Yes, I think that if we all add up the 

good points they far outweigh the bad, 

and make our complaints seem insignificant. 

No one is as lucky as the student, 

especially the JARVISITE. 

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As the year draws slowly to a close for 

my friends and proteges at Jarvis, I needs 

must record how they have spent their 

time whether at work or at play. 

School started late this year and proudly 

I observed as they returned, the number 

of “Farmerette Badges”, brown faces, and 

blistered hands. Yea, proud I am that 

they did their part, and willingly, too. 

Some had worked in canneries, some in 

factories, and some in defence camps, each 

one doing his part to back up those who 

are making the supreme sacrifice. 

My students have been sponsoring numerous 

war-drives, sales of War Savings 

Stamps, and Nickel Days. Ye Gods! It 

doth amaze me how they ever get their 

work done. 

Sadly I feel for those weary “fifths” 

with their pyramids of books gazing longingly 

after a care-free first former with apple 

cheeks and gleaming eyes. They must 

succeed this year, though, and the studying 

will never come amiss as they enter the 

broader fields of knowledge, or as many 

intend, go into the various services of the 

King. 

Turnbull. During the evening Mr. Siberry 

was presented with a white silk 

scarf. Present also were Messrs. Allen 

and Hill. The latter disappeared after 

putting up the “no smoking” and “out of 

bounds” signs. 

November 11—Armistice Day was observed 

at an assembly of the entire school, 

where Mr. Loftus Reade, guest speaker, 

delivered a stirring and timely address 

on Canada’s relation to the Mother 

Country. Then the names of Jarvis 

boys who have already given their lives 

were read, and a wreath and a basket 

of flowers in their honour, were placed 

under the memorial tablet in the rotunda. 

And in each and every heart was 

the determination to take up their quarrel 

with the foe, and to speed along another 

armistice and a lasting peace. 

November 27—A bigger and better Commencement 

than ever, nine students won 

eleven scholarships. By Zeus! they fulfil 

my motto at every turn. Later the 

auditorium was cleared and the grads 

celebrated their last moments at the old 

school by a gala dance. 

December 17—On the last day of school 

October 16—To start off the season with in 1942 my work-worn followers turned 

due honor, the first tea-dance was held out in vast numbers to dance away their 

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in the auditorium. The gloating expression 

of Don MacLeod dominated the aires. In that maze of red, white and 

cares to the “solid five” of the Rhythmblue 

decorations, examinations seemed 

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scene, as twenty dollars rolled into the 

coffers of the War Service Council. Present 

were many Jarvisites and some burtiny, 

could I detect the faint dark circles 

a mythical unreality. Only under scru 

1 ly guests from the Riverdale rugby squad. and slight rigor-mortis of the right hand. 

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October 30—A gay incident in the form January 8—The Camera Club under the 

of the annual rugby dance brought forth direction of my esteemed colleague 

a surprising array of smart young things Mr. Moorhouse, presented a bargain of 

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scarcely recognizable as the studious bargains in a movie. For 10 cents I saw 

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ladies and scholarly gentlemen who daily “Farmerettes at Work”, “A Week-end at 

fill my halls and classes. The music Mr. Muir’s Cottage”, “The King and 

was provided by the records of Buzz Queen’s Visit”, and to top it all off I 

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witnessed the breath-taking victory of 

the senior basketball team over North 

Toronto. 

January 22—J. C, I. War Service Council 

swung open the lofty portals and held 

open-house. For a paltry sum I watched 

a terrific game of basketball against 

Riverdale. Riverdale won but I doubt if 

it could happen again. After that I danced 

and danced and drowned my sorrows 

in Orange Crush. Cokes are rationed on 

Mount Olympus too. 

January 29—I may not be Mars but verily 

I could surprise him with the knowledge 

I gained about an anti-tank gun. Thanks 

to the Camera Club I observed this 

weapon in full swing against “Der 

Fiihrer” in ‘“'Stop that Tank”. 

February 9—Jarvis basketball team won 

a game. I knew they would. I had my 

fingers crossed every minute. But I’m 

sure North Toronto boys quite forgot 

their loss at the prospect of attending 

the tea-dance and dancing with the 

beautiful damsels that do my name so 

proud. 

March 5 — I donned festive attire and 

went A.W.O.L. from Mount Olympus to 

attend the annual Jarvis-At-Home. The 

ballroom was lovely to behold in blue 

received prizes. Proceeds from the dance 

swelled the school fund bank account. 

March 17 and 18 — These were the longanticipated 

nights of the Jarvis Varieties. 

Rarely have the dignified walls resounded 

to such hilarity as when the young 

intellectuals gave themselves up to the 

pursuit of folly. Read the Jarvis star 

reporter’s account elsewhere. 

March 24 — My chief philosopher at 

Jarvis, Mr. Jenkins, spoke in true Olympian 

style on the evolution of mathematics, 

from the first rude savage who 

stepped on a rolling log till the apple 

that fell on Newton. His speech was “full 

of wise saws and modern instances”, and 

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lights. Charming girls passing baskets 

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was thrilled to see so many teachers and well-spiced with colourful pictures, diagrams, 

and an abundance of the delight 

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in the fun. Winners of novelty dances ful tangy Jenkinsonian humour. 

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Girls'Smarts 

It seems scarcely credible that such an 

astounding percentage of Canadian students 

are not physically fit! In a country 

where high schools are built with modern, 

spacious and well-equipped gymnasiums: 

where the climate is temperate, and more 

healthful than in many European countries. 

In a school like Jarvis, which not only 

offers all the activities belonging to a 

gymnasium, but which has, in addition, a 

tiled swimming pool and showers, every 

normal girl should take advantage of her 

opportunities for building a sound, healthful 

body and an active, alert mind. Sports 

play a more important part in our school 

UPPER SCHOOL BASEBALL 

CHAMPIONS 

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Top—Front Row — Blanche Jamison, June 

Baird, Flora Clemens, Shirley Evans, 

Eleanor Harrington, Barbara Reyonlds. 

Back Row—Sally Morhom, Helen Jane, 

Jean McClure, Dorothy, Anderson. 

DOUBLES’ TENNIS FINALISTS 

Middle—Guiguite Straus, Pat Heighington, 

Fran. Kent, Shirley Jackes. 

SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL CHAMPIONS 

Front Row—Grace Bollon, Shirley Jackes, 

Peg. Haig. 

Back Row—Pat Heighington, Ann Shilton, 

Jessie Simpson, Fran. Kent. 

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Bottom — Front Row — Fran. Kent, Peg. 

Haig, Olive Mark. 

Back Row—Ann Shilton, Barb. Shields, 

Jessie Simpson. 

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life than most of us realize. They afford 

us mental relaxation as well as physical 

exercise, invaluable in these days of mental 

strain and stress. In addition to this, sports 

give us the opportunity to make and keep 

friendships. For in a game there is no room 

for petty jealousies, when every mind is 

centred on winning a momentous victory. 

Here’s to a bigger and better sports 

year!! 

Mary Kolodnick, the volleyball leader, 

drew up the tournament schedules in the 

fall. The schedules were competently 

handled, and ran off smoothly. 

The Upper School champions were 5 I. 

The Lower School champions were 2A. 

A volleyball meet for all the girls in the 

school was held on January 28. The teams 

were made up of firsts, seconds, thirds, 

fourths and fifths, and there were fourteen 

teams in all. The purpose of the meet 

was to promote fellowship between the 

girls, and to attain this goal, each team 

member was required to learn the names of 

all the girls on that team. In addition, each 

team composed an original cheer. Suckers 

were given to winning teams. The afternoon 

was a great success. 

The Volleyball finals were played also 

on that afternoon. The two teams, 5 I and 

2A, battled fiercely but 5 I won by a close 

score of 17-14. 

Mary Kolodnick, our volleyball leader, 

has joined the rest of the Jarvis sub-debs 

at the Confederation Life. Mary was an 

efficient member of the Girls’ Athletic 

Council and we miss her already. 

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Badminton attracts its enthusiasts from 

the Middle and Upper School, to the auditorium 

every Thursday. At present, with 

the two newly painted courts, the girls are 

given ever}’- opportunity to learn the fundamentals 

of the game. Our leader, Olive 

Mark, sees that all have a chance to play, 

and advice is given to the less-experienced. 

When the Magnet goes to press the girls 

will be in the midst of the tournaments. 

The many members will then be able to 

show their ability. 

and fifths. 

The seconds and firsts are to have a 

separate tournament. 

On February 4 the girls had a practice 

day in the gymnasium and Miss Stinson 

and Ann Shilton coached them on their 

form till we were all exhausted, and Miss 

Stinson was hoarse. 

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Despite keen competition with bad 

weather and Mr. Siberry’s rugby squad, 

we girls managed to get the field quite 

regularly on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. 

The Upper School schedule was successfully 

completed. As school did not 

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open till near October, much later than 

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with cold weather and even snow 

usual, a number of the games were played 

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game, played between 5 I and 3BC, was 

The Doubles Tournament, scheduled to touch-and-go for a while, but much to our 

be played in fall was carried out successfully, 

thanks to help of referees who stood finally in the last inning and became the 

surprise the third formers took the lead 

in bitter weather keeping score. The final upper school champions. 

game was played in the midst of a remarkable 

imitation of a raging blizzard, with ed off in the spring. 

The Lower School schedule will be play 

Fran Kent and Shirley Jackes emerging 

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close and Pat Heighington and Guiguite 

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The singles schedule will be drawn up in 

the spring. 

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and tiring of all the sports, is Jarvis’ favorite, 

and the response is always eager. 

The Basketball season has just started, 

and Ann Shilton, our untiring leader, is 

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Swimming is one of the most graceful 

and beneficial of all the sports. It develops 

poise and co-ordination of our movements, 

valuable assets to attractiveness. 

This year, so far, we have had no competition, 

as the weather has been too cold, 

and the pool is not often available to the 

girls after school hours. Interform meets 

are being planned for later in the term. 

The fourths and fifths will compete for 

honours in February, and the seconds and 

thirds will meet sometime in March. 

Marie Shepherd hopes that all girls will 

respond heartily and support their home 

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The consensus of opinion among the 

fifth-formers is that the dancing period is 

the most enjoyable. We gals may groan and 

suffer while we pull those lazy muscles, 

but we know it is beneficial.—Besides, we 

love the music! 

“Something new has been added to ... ” 

the girls’ dressing room. It was a day of 

jubilation when the girls discovered a 

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who so willingly made a frame for it. Ann 

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the precious thing. How did we ever get 

along without it? 

. Don’t tell a soul—but we saw Miss Stinson 

with seven suckers in one hand and 

another in her mouth, after that wonderful 

volleyball meet. Too bad there was no can- 

did camera around—we might have attempted 

a little refined blackmail!! 

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After many heated discussions in Room 

21, the Girls’ Athletic Council have at last 

drawn up a system of athletic awards, 

which they fondly pray will succeed. In 

former years, a girl who was an excellent 

sport and yet had the misfortune to be 

always on a losing team, could obtain no 

crests. With this new system it is believed 

every enthusiastic athlete will be able to 

win a crest. We will tell you more about it 

later. It’s so complicated we’re a trifle 

foggy about it ourselves. But we haven’t 

lost heart—at least, not yet. 

If the first formers ever stalked into the 

auditorium during the fifth tumbling class 

they wouldn’t believe their eyes. For, there, 

sprawling on the floor, they would find the 

high and mighty fifth formers in the most 

ungraceful attitudes. 

Miss Stinson thinks our many burdens 

are making us lose our sense of humour, 

and this is her method of repairing it. We 

think it’s great. We’re quite ready to be 

humored. 

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The president thanks her executive for 

all their co-operation this year. We’ve had 

fun together, even when the going has been 

hard. 

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Orchids to 2A. They put up stiff competition 

in the volleyball finals. At the end 

of the first half they were in the lead and 

it looked like a defeat ior 5 I. But in the 

last half 5 I pulled up their socks and became 

volleyball champions. The score was 

17-14. You are good little sports, 2A. Keep 

it up!! 

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The “Tennis twosome” of last year, Fran 

Kent and Shirley Jackes, from whom great 

things were expected, didn’t disappoint us, 

and they are now doubles champions. 

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The more we know our wonderful P.T. 

teacher the more amazed we become. It’s 

not everyone who can handle a class of 

sixty energetic girls in such an efficient 

way. Why, the classes go through the routines 

without a hitch—well, almost. Of 

course, it might be wishful thinking. 

Thanks, Miss Stinson, for that abundant 

supply of patience, and encouragement. 

We do appreciate it. 

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The Girls’ Athletic Council heaps thanks 

on all those trusty referees who gave so 

generously of their precious time.

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Reta Quinn, 3 B 

With mingled fear and curiosity, I heard 

my form teacher tell the next three pupils 

to visit the dentist. Gingerly, we tagged 

along, and after a brief argument in the 

hall as to who was going to go in first, we 

all entered together. To enter a room and 

see rows of desks, seemed very undentistlike. 

But in the corner, there was nothing 

undentistical about that chair, and the 

table with some formidable looking instruments 

on it. On a stool beside the chair 

was the dentist, who, to my distorted imagination, 

looked rather angry. From the reports 

of some of the other pupils, I had 

heard that he could give quite a verbal 

lashing. 

We were instructed to fill out a card with 

information as to name, address, etc. I 

walked over and bravely handed my card 

to the nurse, who pointed out to me that 

I had forgotten to put my form room number 

down. Saved for a minute! But there 

was no mistaking his invitation the next 

time, and I finally found myself sitting 

down with some sort of an instrument 

prying my mouth open. The dentist started 

to rattle off technical terms,—“oral hygiene 

good, occlusion good,” to the nurse, 

who jotted them down. 

I was just beginning to relax when his 

probing instrument came to a stop. 

“What’s this?” he demanded. 

I meekly answered, “The filling came 

out.” 

“When?” 

“Don’t you know that’s your six-year-old 

molar? It’s given you a lot of service and 

you want to treat it right, don’t you?” 

I humbly and hastily agreed. 

I left the room feeling very cowed and 

walked straight to the telephone in a daze 

to call the dentist. I then discovered I had 

left my fountain pen in the dentist’s room. 

TROUBLES OF A 

TOOTHBRUSHER 

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After a recent dental campaign at school,. 

I set out with a good set of resolutions 

and a fairly good set of teeth. That night 

I tried a dab of father’s toothpowder. I 

started to brush vigorously but the powder 

tasted like garlic, and worse still, the 

bristles of the brush came out from lack 

of use. There was nothing left to do but 

to buy a complete new outfit, which I resolved 

to do the next day. 

The first period next morning, much tothe 

annoyance of the teacher, I started a. 

discussion among the rear seats on the 

comparative merits of various dentibrushes 

and dentifrictions. The ones which I decided 

upon were Squirt-O-Pop toothpaste 

and a Scrubble-Mug toothbrush. 

On the way home from school that day,, 

while I was talking about something else,. 

I forgot my mission. Jeepers! I was already 

five stops past the drug store! I hurriedly 

pulled the cord and was soon off the street 

car. It was a matter of ten minutes before 

I arrived at the store, but I wasted another 

fifteen while other customers were being. 

“Well, a few days ago.” 

served. At last I was waited upon. The 

“As soon as your filling came out, didn’t toothpaste was off the shelf, the money was 

you rush to the telephone to make an ap- on the counter, but alas!—Where was the 

pointment with your dentist?” he barked, used tube? 

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our many inter-form and intercollegiate 

sports and who are now in His Majesty’s 

forces, look back with appreciation on 

these, the athletic activities of Jarvis. They 

must respect and appreciate the way in 

which they, too, at an early age, learned 

the value of keenness, stamina, foresight, 

courage and co-operation. 

Though they now have the opportunity 

of using these qualities to a far greater 

advantage than we, one must be mindful 

that they were prepared, not only mentally 

but physically, when their time came. And 

so must we be, if our time comes. 

In our school we have sports that demand 

the best that every boy can give , . . 

Play them, and be prepared. 

THE BOYS' ATHLETIC 

ASSOCIATION 

President - - - - 

Vice-President - - 

Treasurer - - - 

Sports Convener - - 

Secretary - - - 

Assistant Treasurer - 

Assistant Secretary - 

Adviser ----- 

- - - Jim Neil 

- Peter Turnbull 

- - Gene Egg 

- - - Paul Hric 

Allan McDermott 

- - Eric Godman 

- - - Jack Neil 

- - - Mr. Hill 

In this, the fourth year of the war, the 

Boys’ Club, under the guidance of their 

tireless mentor, Mr. Hill, is still providing 

an extensive list of athletic activities for 

Jarvis boys. Their interform sports competition 

and tea dances give the Jarvis 

student a valuable athletic and social calendar. 

This year, among other things, the 

club has purchased new rugby sweaters 

for both the junior and senior teams. Jarvis 

is looking forward to the appearance of her 

boys in the new uniforms on the rugby 

field next autumn. Credit for the outstanding 

success of the ciub should go in particular 

to Mr. Hill, Mr. Allen and Mr. 

Siberry. 

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The football season comes indeed next 

in popularity only to the holidays. The 

team wasn’t championship bound, but-gave 

a good exhibition on all starts. The boys 

were rushed into training this fall by their 

eager coach, Mr. Siberry, who moulded 

them into what seemed to be a strong 

team. Due to the change in the age limit, 

many of the players came directly from 

Bantam rugby and lacked experience. 

However, the boys entered the season with 

high spirits after defeating a strong Harbord 

squad, in an exhibition game at “the 

flats.” The seniors dropped some close decisions 

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rence Park, but defeated Danforth Tech, 

11-6. 

We still have a clear picture in our minds 

of those long passes thrown by Captain 

Cliff Kressler; sprints by Brien and Mastronardi; 

and battering plunges of Jim Neil 

and Ted Mangoff. Stan Hendra did most of 

Top Left—JUNIOR BASKETBALL 


Back Row—R. Lee, R. Skanks, L. Sinclair, 

J. Neil. 

Front Row—H. Ilenshall, T. Mangoff, P. 

Sills, L. Campbell, L. Flower, D. Ralley. 

Top Right—SENIOR BASKETBALL 

Back Row—S. Hendra, M. Grossman, M. 

Simbrow. 

Front Row—J. Crawford, B. Brien, L. 

Farquhar, J. Neil, J. Turnbull. 

Absent—E. Teghtsoonian, P. Chapnick. 

Middle Left—SWIMMING CLUB 

Back Row—D. Padwick, R. White, P. Turnbull, 

R. Anderson, A. Croscombe. 

Middle Row—Iv. Johnson, J. Anderson, G. 

Marshall, T. English, K. Weir, G. 

Bryars, A. Fiddler. 

Front Row—P. Chalmers, G. Metcalfe, J. 

Needham, E. George, C. Silverstein. 

Middle Right—JUNIOR RUGBY 

Back Row—M. Crawford, E. Godman, J. 

McLarty, W. Brown, T. Yaneff, F. 

Walker. 

2nd Row—A. Ghent, G. Kenzie, S. Heighington, 

D. Ralley, G. Duff, D. Watts, R. 

Lee, A. Biller. 

3rd Row—G. Leousis, M. Wagman, J. Shortley, 

B. Burnside, S. Le Baron. 

Bottom Row—A. Fiddler, J. Henry, R. 

Fallis B. Hanley, J. Neil. 

Bottom Left—BANTAM BASKETBALL 

Back Row—R. Collins, L. Le Bar, G. Leousis, 

S. Le Baron. 

Middle Row—M. Sproule, J. Ingram, J. 

Henry, F. Mizutani, J. Saunders. 

Bottom Row—K. Anderson, A. Davidson, 

J. Scott, T. Huntley, B. Huntley. 

Bottom Right—SENIOR RUGBY 

Back Row—S. Hendra, G. Coulter, P. 

Motink, M. Simbrow, J. Endress, G. 

Turnbull. 

2nd Row—J. Walsh (manager), P. Turnbull, 

E. Egg, G. Hulse, A. Lawrence, A. Mc- 

Dermoth, J. Neil. 

3rd Row—N. Crawford (manager), M. 

Leighton, B. Brien, B. Cummings, L. 

Sinclair, G. MacNeil, E. Mastronardi. 

Botton Row—J. Anderson (manager), R. 

Ashton, L. Farquhar, B. Stoicheff, T. 

Mangoff. 

the kicking on the gridiron this year, and 

“Spike’s” towering punts would be an asset 

to any team. 

Now, let’s look over the boys up in front. 

Big “Buzz” Turnbull and Gord Coulter 

did grand jobs at the “upside-down” position. 

Marvin Simbrow, Paul Motink and 

“All-star” Hulse tore gaping holes in the 

lines of the opposing team, allowing 

Kressler to scamper through for gains of 

eight and ten yards. Gene Egg, Les Sinclair 

and Boris Stoicheff, with their fine 

performances of driving tackles, provided 

many thrills for the fans in the bleachers. 

Even Bob Fenton played with such ferocity 

that, when let loose, he literally (?) tore 

the sweaters off the backs of the opposition. 

Due to an injury, Ray Zurbrigg, that 

“Tom Harmon of Jarvis”, was unable to 

play for us this year—we certainly missed 

you, Ray! Jeffries, Leighton, McDermott 

and all the others played well at all times. 

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JUNIOR RUGBY 

The Junior Football team this year was 

quite different from those of previous 

seasons. The majority of the boys, not having 

a year or so of Bantam experience, 

fell miserably into the pitfalls of junior 

competition. 

It was a tough job Mr. Gerald Allen 

undertook as coach of the juniors, but he 

fulfilled it capably, though he was kept 

busy with his duties as the secretary of 

the T.S.S.A:A. 

The tale of the Juniors’ success is very 

short, as there was only one victory. After 

three heart-breaking games against superior 

opponents, they mustered enough drive 

in their last game to give them a win over 

Lawrence Park, 3-0, with little Jack Henry 

fading back after a fumble to place a lovely 

drop over the bar. 

The school is proud of Ghent, Watts, 

Godman and Leousis who were chosen for 

the Eastern all-stars. We also appreciate 

the work of Shortley, Henry, Rally, and 

the rest of their fine teammates for fighting 

throughout the season, though it was a losing 

battle. 

The success of our next season rests , on 

the shoulders of these boys. They will not 

fail us. 

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The Swimming Club has continued this 

year under the capable supervision of Ross 

Anderson. Ross is turning out a fine lot of 

Juniors and Intermediates, with good prospects 

of winning the city championship at 

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new prospects; so start your training early 

at the club’s practices every Tuesday and 

Thursday. Accomplished swimmers like 

Pete Turnbull, Ralph Bishop and Ross Anderson 

will gladly show you the tricks of 

the trade. 

HOCKEY 

After the disappointing news that there 

was to be no Intercollegiate hockey this 

year, the Bovs’ Club again sponsored three 

clubs which practice at “Little Vic.” The 

teams have already arranged several exhibition 

games with other schools. The 

seniors dropped a close decision to North 

Toronto, 3-2. Bad ice. and two decisions 

by the referee were the excuses our lads 

had to offer. It is the sincere hope of the 

A.A. that these teams will keep hockey interest 

alive at Jarvis. 

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Ray Zurbrigg, and despite the usual bad as a whole with their fast passing attacks 

ice schedule is now complete. 2E are the and their formidable “zone defence.” 

lower school champs and are victors in “Buzz” Turnbull and Jim Crawford, our 

the upper school competition. 

reliable guards, were two main reasons why 

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BASKETBALL 

JUNIOR 

Jarvis has once again entered three teams Before an overflowing crowd of Jarvisin 

the T.S.S.A.A. “hoop loop.” Certain ites the flashy North Toronto team cerfifth 

formers in the school realized the tainly showed our inexperienced boys how 

potential ability of the material at hand a championship squad should look. They 

and were staunchly supported by the Boys’ suffered a 53-10 defeat in their first game 

Club, and especially Mr. Allen, without of the season. That made our lads all the 

whose support and consent Basketball at more determined, and at Lawrence Park, 

Jarvis this year would have been impos- against a much taller team, they were 

sible—thanks a lot, Mr. Allen! Because of nosed out 22-19. Back at Jarvis before a 

the intense activity of our intermural “sell-out” crowd, they did not seem to 

sports, the teams have to practice at Cen- click against Riverdale. At Northern Vocatral 

“Y”, and through Mr. Siberry’s un- tional the Juniors finally found the mark, 

tiring efforts, practice in our own gym In a very close game, up to six seconds to 

Thursday mornings. The squads were well go, Jarvis was trailing 20-19, when Ray 

coached by Mr. Siberry and Marvin Sim- Lee broke away to score two points on a 

brow. 

“dog-shot”, cinching the game 21-20. At 

Malvern Collegiate the following week, 

SENIOR 

after another hard fought game, they completed 

the schedule by being defeated 19- 

The Senior squad was composed mostly 

of boys who have been playing ball for 12. In an exhibition game with U.T.S., our 

three or four years, and have gained much Juniors showed more fight and co-operation, 

and emerged victorious from the fray 

of their experience on playground teams. 

The lads started off on the right foot by score, 19-14. 

dealing a surprising blow to North Toronto, 

28-21, and went on to trim Lawrence stars like captain Ray Lee, Ralley, Hen- 

Keep your eyes open in the future for 

Park, 40-19. The set-back came when shalI> Mangoff, Sinclair, Campbell, and 

Riverdale, last year’s champs, overcame Mark. Most of the Juniors have never 

them, 28-17. After suffering this loss to played organized basketball before, . but 

the powerful Riverdale squad the seniors theY Picked ruP the art exceptionally fast 

came right back to defeat U.T.S., 36-27, during their first season and will certainly 

in an exhibition game, and finished the be the mam cogs of future Jarvis teams. 

campaign with triumphs over Norvoc and 

Malvern. The seniors are now in the semi- 

BANTAMS 

finals and “take on” North Toronto again 

for the right to play at Hart House. 

The Bantams this year have not been 

a much publicized team. They overcame 

Max Grossman, the outstanding star for a strong squad from North Toronto by 

Stanley Park in past years, captained the the score of 24-5, at the beginning of their 

team and scored over ninety points in the schedule. However, they lost to a much 

five games. Marvin Simbrow, also a star of taller team from Riverdale, 19-13.. The 

Stanley Park, smothered many an oppos- Bantams proved to be a well-balanced team 

ing forward, and was always good for a with such players as Stewart Le Baron, 

few baskets when on the offensive. “Blonde Jack Henry, Archie Davidson, Tom and 

bomber” Brien never stopped fighting for Bill Huntley, Ken Anderson, Maurice 

the ball. Congratulations go to Philip Sproule, and Frank Manos. Any one of the 

Chapnick, Jim Neil, and Stan Hendra for above mentioned should prove to be a 

brilliant work on the floor, to the hard- “Grossman” in the near future. 

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Top Left—TRACK TEAM 

L. Leousis, B. Stoicheff. Mr. Dyce, L. 

Morgan, K. Elieff. 

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Top Centre—UPPER SCHOOL 

BASKETBALL CHAMPS—5C 

B. Brien, M. Grossman, L. Farquhar, M. 

Simbrow, R. Lee. 

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Top Right—LOWER SCHOOL 

BASKETBALL CHAMPS—2D 

Back Row—P. Padwick, R. Collins, D. 

Ralley, J. Brodie. 

Front Row—J. Neil, P. Hughes, P. Killaby, 

A. Laco, J. Ingram. 

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Middle Left—ICE HOCKEY CHAMPS—2E 

Back Row—R. Guyot, R. White, R. McCall, 

D. Chirin, M. Sproule. 

Front Row—C. Buckner, J. Henry, J. Scott, 

S. Le Baron. 

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Middle Right—INTERFORM SHOOTING 

CHAMPS—3D 

L. Forsythe, J. Walsh, G. Eayrs, G. 

Austin, G. Gibson, L. Campbell. 

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Bottom Left—UPPER SCHOOL TOUCH 

RUGBY CHAMPS—4D 

Back Row—P. Zinko, K. Silver, K. Calverly, 

J. Beetham. 

Middle Row—K. Trout, D. Ross, J. Jeffs, 

H. Shugg. 

Front Row—D. Davidson, H. Henshall, K. 

Elieff, A. Tribe. 

BASKETBALL FINALS 

In the playoffs with North Toronto, in 

a best two of three series, our seniors lost 

the first game at North Toronto, but came 

back to our own gym to win the next two 

by one point each, and thereby gained the 

right to play Central Tech in the semifinals. 

The Central Tech “Sleep-Walkers” 

won the first game sixteen-fifteen in our 

gym. The second thriller was played at 

Central Tech, and our boys in red once 

again triumphed sixteen-thirteen, winning 

the round thirty-one to twenty-nine. 

Then came the finals! At Hart House, 

an overwhelming crowd of enthusiastic 

basketball fans saw our lads lose the first 

game to Riverdale by the score of thirtythree 

to twenty-seven. 

It was a total point to count series, so 

we still had a chance. In the second game, 

Riverdale, with their six point lead, had 

chalked up thirteen points to our four at 

quarter time. But Jarvis once again rallied 

and led by Max Grossman tied up the 

series and pulled into the lead with only 

three minutes to play. But alas! Riverdale 

scored three points in the dying minutes 

of the game to win the championship, 

fifty-three to fifty. The “Jarvis Orphans”, 

however, won the game, which proved to be 

the first loss that Riverdale had suffered 

in two years. To illustrate the magnificent 

battle that the boys put up, I quote Riverdale’s 

coach: “I have never in all my life 

seen a team fight as hard as you boys did! ” 

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Bottom Right—LOWER SCHOOL TOUCH 

RUGBY CHAMPS—2D 

Back Row—R. Owen, P. Padwick, E. Dixon, 

J. Neil, W. Galbraith. 

Middle Row—P. Killaby, J. Ingram, R. 

Hughes, C. Perry, F. Smith, W. Boon, 

Front Row—W. Strykoski, J. Kennedy, A. 

J. Brodie. 

Moore, A. Laco, R. Collins. 

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TRACK 

Last year, the Jarvis track teams had a 

very successful season. In the annual Fall 

cross-country races with the other schools, 

our starry captain Phil Shackleton won 

every one of these races with very little 

opposition. At Varsity Stadium he won the 

senior championship by defeating all competitors 

in the half-mile, mile, and three 

mile events. Not satisfied with this string 

of victories, Phil went to the Exhibition 

and triumphed once again. Phil was ably 

supported by Karl Elieff, Louis Leousis, 

Leslie Morgan, Boris Stoicheff, Ray Zurbrigg, 

Jim Crawford and Tom Yaneff. 

3E were interform champs last year, 

and incidentally, their form teacher was 

none other than Mr. Dyce, coach of the 

Jarvis track and field teams. Last year’s 

cross country run was won by Karl Elieff, 

a veteran star, who was closely followed by 

Tom Yaneff and Boris Stoicheff. 

This year we are looking forward to another 

busy season, and what we lack in 

quantity, we make up for in quality. Two 

junior stars worth mentioning are Ted English 

and Stewart Le Baron. 

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TOUCH RUGBY 

The 1942 inter-form touch rugby was 

short but exciting this season. All forms 

except a few fifths turned stalwart teams, 

and the competition between them was stiffer 

than previous years. Two forms in the 

upper school were outstanding . . . 4D 

and 3D with 4D proving to be superior by 

winning the championship. The lower 

school champs are that “flashy” form from 

down 2D way that claims it can take every 

lower school championship. We wish to express 

our sincere thanks to Kressler and 

Farlow who helped Paul Hric referee the 

games at Riverdale Park. 

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INTERFORM BASKETBALL 

Once again basketball proved to be one 

of the school’s most popular sports; every 

form was represented. In the lower school 

2D provided the biggest upset by defeating 

2E in the finals. The winners were paced 

by Ralley, Collins and Ingram from whom 

we expect great things in future years. 2E’s 

best were Flower, Henry and Davidson. 

The upper school crown went to 5C, who 

had very little trouble in beating 4D for 

the championship, and completing an undefeated 

schedule. Grossman, Brien and 

Simbrow starred for the winners while 

Turnbull, Henshall and Sinclair played 

hard in a losing cause. 

FLOOR HOCKEY 

Bruises, cuts and floor burns once more 

adorn the bodies of the sturdy sons of 

Minerva, as the floor hockey schedule 

rapidly approaches its climax. With the 

campaign about half completed, 5B with 

such veterans as Willson, Bee and Jeffries, 

with the colossal newcomer Pickford, are 

favoured to take the laurels in the upper 

school, while 2D appears to be head and 

shoulders over the other contenders in the 

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game against Lawrence Park was the result 

of quick thinking synchronized with ability. 

The pigskin between the uprights gave 

us the game 3-0. Well done, Henry! 

After a year’s absence Murder Ball 

has returned to Jarvis. Certainly one of the 

highlights in these brawls is to see that gargantuan 

mass of muscle, Pickford, plough 

through twenty men for a goal. What a 

man, this Pickford! 

Max Grossman, the shining light on the 

senior basketball squad, will always be remembered 

for his excellent performances 

on the floor. Max leads the T.S.S.A.A. 

league in scoring, with 90 points in 5 

games.—Not bad at all, Max. 

Ray Lee saddened many a Northern 

basketball fan this season. With six seconds 

left to play and Jarvis trailing by one 

point, Ray broke away for a timely hoop 

to win the game 21-20. 

powerful Danforth Tech only a week before. 

Marvin Simbrow did some mighty fine 

sniping from centre at Lawrence Park and 

Norvoc. It might be luck if one long shot 

goes in, but when that fat boy pops them 

in incessantly—that’s skill!! 

One of the greatest honours an Upper 

School boy can receive is a Jarvis “J”. “J’s” 

are given only to those boys of the fifth 

form who have proven themselves in the 

field of sports . . . rugby, basketball or any 

other intra-mural activities. These boys 

must not only show ability, but fair-play 

and good sportsmanship. This year, boys 

of the fourth form who intended to leave 

this year, and who would certainly have 

received a “J” next year were also included. 

The following boys received “J’s”: Bob 

Brien, Stan Hendra, Jim Neil, Marvin 

Simbrow, Ray Zurbrigg, Gord Turnbull, 

Graydon Hulse, Lome Farquhar, Boris 

Stoicheff and Max Grossman. 

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the most outstanding features on the 

gridiron this fall. Will we ever forget the 

forty yard pass in the Malvern game that 

Brien took over his left shoulder, followed 

by a dart over the line at full speed? The 

Kressler-to-Brien air attack defeated the 

EDITOR’S NOTE: 

Our Sport’s Editor this year is Lome 

Farquhar, Lome has been an eager participant 

in every field of sport, especially basketball 

since coming to Jarvis. We wish to 

congratulate him on doing a fine job in 

writing the boys’ sports for the Magnet. 

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Our exchanges, this year, are excellent. The “Vox Lycei”— Central C. I., Toronto. 

Due to the war, we are corresponding with The “Hermes" — Humberside C. I., 

schools in the United States and Canada Toronto. 

only. The American magazines are very Th Under graduate” — University College, 

Toronto. 

interesting. Most of them are weekly or 

monthly publications, and therefore, they 

have only a small amount of literature, 

These magazines are excellently set up, 

photographs, and cartoons, while the school with good literary and school news sections, 

news is most complete. Although the 

interspersed with snaps and cartoons. Congratulations 

to the “Hermes” and Norvoc” 

“Nutshell”, the “Bostonian”, and the 

“Dial” are our best exchanges across the 

for original and snappy cover designs. The 

border, we feel that the Canadian publications, 

especially those from Toronto, are ville N. B. — is the best weekly. Full 

“Argosy Weekly” — Mount Allison, Sacksuperior 

in every respect. 

of school news and jokes, it makes interesting 

reading. 

We exchange with ten schools in the The“/Ccy” from Quebec H. S. and “Vox 

United States and twenty-five in Canada. Ducum” from Westmount H. S. are our 

From Trinidad comes our most distant exchange, 

the “Queen’s Royal College humour would improve them. 

Chronicle” . 

The following are the best magazines we 

have received this year: 

The “Twig” — University of Toronto 

Schools. 

The “Tech Taller” Danforth Tech, 

Toronto. 

The “Norvoc” — Northern Vocational 

School, Toronto. 

The “Robur” — Lawrence Park C. I., 

Toronto. 

pick for second best. More art work and 

Other interesting exchanges are:- 

The“ Muse” — Malvern C. I., Toronto. 

The “College Times” — U. C. C., Toronto. 

The “Times” — Kingston C. V. I., King- 

ston. 

The“Student” — Welland H. and Voc. 

School, Welland. 

The “Record” — King’s College, Halifax. 

To all our other exchanges (which lack 

of space does not permit us to mention) 

we say, try some of the ideas carried by the 

school magazines we have chosen as 1942’s 

best. 

MlLhRTy.


It was winter in Russia. The stars and 

moon shone down on the glittering white 

countryside. Except for a small black 

patch moving cautiously but swiftly along 

the road, there was no sign of life. It was 

a peasant girl. She wore an army uniform 

and over her head the typical Russian 

shawl; she carried no gun. Now she was 

approaching a gloomy forest. It was a 

well-known refuge for deserting Storm 

Troopers. Consequently, it was always being 

scoured by German officers to fill up 

their depleted ranks. Nevertheless she 

strode on steadfastly, 

the crisp snow crunching 

beneath her rough 

army shoes. Suddenly 

two black figures detacked 

themselves 

from the darkness of 

the foremost trees. 

“Halt!” came the 

the guttural cry. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to Minsk 

to visit my sick aunt, 

Herr Major,” Marie 

could speak German fluently because she 

had gone to a frontier school where German 

and Russian were both taught. In spite of 

this knowledge it was a terrifying situation, 

alone in the silence of a winter night, faced 

by the two grim-faced Nazi majors. The 

collars of their great-coats were turned up 

so that only their gleaming eyes were 

visible. The one who had remained silent 

stepped forward now. Surely her eyes deceived 

her! No, it was Ivan, her beloved 

comrade, in the hated Nazi uniform. He 

silenced her with an imperceptible nod as 

he bent to search her for weapons. 

Straightening up, he said to the other man; 

“Well, Fritz, she has no gun. What shall 

we do with her?” 

Fritz, tall, thick-set, heavy jowled. 

smiled coldly and fingered the muzzle of 

his revolver significantly. 

“Nein, Fritz. Use your head, 

The 

sound would carry all over the countryside.” 

Then they walked away a few 

EPISODE IM RUSSIA 

Anna Purvis, 5A 

paces, and hurriedly consulted together. 

Presently with a “Heil Hitler!” Fritz 

strode off, and Ivan returned to Marie. 

“Oh, Ivan, what does it all mean?” 

But he walked silently beside her until 

they had passed through the forest. Then 

suddenly he burst out; 

“Marie, what in the name of heaven are 

you doing out here alone? You know this 

part of the country is infested with Germans. 

Suppose I hadn’t surprised Fritz’s 

friend?” 

“But, Ivan, I’m not alone! There are 

several small German 

ammunition dumps 

concealed near Minsk 

and I am to try to destroy 

one. There are 

at least ten of our comrades 

following us now. 

No doubt Fritz has 

been well entertained 

by them! Wait for me 

above the dump.” 

“Very well, Marie, 

I’ll leave you now. But 

by heaven, this is the 

last time.” 

Leaving Ivan, Marie stumbled to the 

crest of the hill and sank swiftly to her 

knees. Below was the German ammunition 

dump. Only two guards were posted, one 

facing her and the other with his back to 

her. She slipped cautiously in a wide semicircle 

around the dump. Both guards were 

so cold that they had long since forgotten 

their duty. Their guns were propped up 

against the lean-to and they were throwing 

their arms about in windmill fashion. 

Creeping closer, Marie drew the pin from 

the hand grenade and threw it with all 

her strength into the centre of the dump. 

Amidst the falling debris and ear-splitting 

detonations, Marie scrambled up the hill. 

On the other side, Ivan was growing 

anxious. When she did not appear, he 

leaped down into the raging inferno, fearing 

the worst. Then a stray spark ignited 

a stick of dynamite. Too late he fled for 

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On the outskirts of Minsk, Marie, sup- had not seen Ivan. But they had all passed 

posing Ivan had gone on, was growing the body of a Nazi Major lying face downalarmed. 

As one by one the other ten men ward in the snow by the smoking ruins of 

straggled in from their raids, she eagerly an ammunition dump, 

questioned them about Ivan. No, they 

TRANSFORMATION 

Margot Doty, 2B 

Going on messages to the corner grocery 

store seems a very uninteresting task; indeed, 

it suggests monotony and drudgery. 

It is always the same route, always the 

same row of dingy houses to be passed, always 

the same street-car lines with rattling 

cars, and the same rush of traffic. 

And the store itself is somewhat shabby, 

as small groceries have a habit of being, 

a bit down at the heel, as though the struggle 

for existence was proving too much 

for its resources. 

But the return trip is quite a different 

matter. The shabby grocery left behind, 

and the noisy thoroughfare once again 

crossed, I look up toward the western 

sky. Sometimes it is grey and leaden, heavy 

with snow; sometimes it is pale and silvery, 

and I shiver and think, “Cold again tonight.” 

Sometimes the late afternoon sun 

makes it seem as though nature had splashed 

her most glorious colours all over it, 

and it becomes a sea of rose and purple 

and gold. 

But it never looks the same, and no 

matter what nature’s mood may be, it is 

always beautiful. So I call it my “grocery 

shop sky”,—always that beautiful picture 

at the end of the street. It makes me think 

of romance and distant lands and silver 

seas, and the shabby street becomes a 

beautiful avenue that leads to the wonderland 

of imagination. 

Spsii+Uf in oh ZnCflalt 

Qa/ideu 

Anne Duncan, 4C. 

Oh what a bower of beauty lies 

Within its mossy walls, 

For spring has wakened, all her realm, 

From snowdrop small to graceful elm, 

At fair Queen Nature’s call. 

The crocus now puts forth its bloom 

Of white or purple hue, 

And daffodils with slender stem 

All emerald green, and- golden gem, 

And hyacinths of blue. 

And here and there we trace a thread 

Of silvery water clear, 

While shady fern or primrose fair, 

Or e’en a yellow tulip rare 

Is there to smile and cheer. 

Thus docs my garden fair delight 

The beauty-loving eye, 

With blue and purple, green and white, 

Making earth’s wrinkled face as bright 

And varied as the sky. 

EXAM ‘‘BONERS” OF RECENT 

EXTRACTION 

(Maths.) I have worked my graft on the 

next page. 

The fracture in its lowest terms is 1/400. 

(Eng.) Gawain did not obey King Arthur’s 

Commandos. 

(Defence) The Victoria Cross is awarded 

for valantry. 

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§AfcVA©IN& IN THfb PAST 

B. Armstrong, 4C 

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Mother and I had been searching for 

possible contributions to the salvage campaign. 

She suggested that I look through 

the attic, where all my childish playthings 

were stored. 

Reaching the top of the attic stairs, I 

accidently stepped on an old roller skate. 

I went staggering through the air, to land 

with a musical finale on a discarded toy 

piano which had three good keys. I arose, 

painfully aware of bruises and covered 

with dirt. 

Mother called up to find out how I was 

getting along. After assuring myself that 

I was well enough to continue my task, I 

answered with admirable composure that I 

had already found a pair of roller skates 

and an old piano. 

Then I spied Joe! the dear old thing! I 

had always feared I was hardhearted, 

but Joe, my old teddy bear, brought a 

thousand sentimental memories to my 

heart as I picked him up. How small he 

seemed now in comparison with the big, 

brown, button-eyed Joe I hugged long ago! 

Concluding that he would make a good seat 

as I dug into the old trunk, I sat on Joe. A 

howl of pain escaped me. I remembered 

once having used him as a pin-cushion. 

I opened a small trunk and pulled out 

an old text-book, grimy with dust, entitled 

“Arithmetic for Grade II”. As I fingered 

its pages I recalled the worrying I had 

done and even the occasional tear I had 

shed over it. Imagine 1 Perhaps some day 

. . . even my present math miseries . . . 

Digging still further into the trunk I 

came upon an old diary. It wasn’t until 

two hours later that I was startled out of 

my pa9t by mother’s call for supper. After 

taking care to dispose of the diary so that 

no person should succeed in decipering 

it, I descended the attic stairs to report, 

rather sheepishly, that I hadn’t succeeded 

in gathering anything further for the salvage 

drive. 

ftALJK OF THEd fcOAOKOirT 

Lenore Reynolds, 3C 

Newspapers warned that a black-out 

was to be held some-time during the week. 

My family paid little attention and made 

no preparations. 

Suddenly into the night wailed the 

sirens! Mother, my brother John, and I, 

had finished dinner and washed the dishes. 

Dad however, was working overtime. The 

house was in darkness. Suddenly, footsteps 

sounded on the verandah, a door 

slammed and there stood Dad. 

“What nonsense!” he grumbled, “stopping 

the street-cars as sooon as the sirens 

start. Why didn’t somebody tell me there 

was going to be a black-out?” 

“It was announced in the paper, dear,” 

said Mother soothingly. “Of course we 

did not know what night it was going to 

be.” 

“A fine thing! And I intended to put 

“This is no time to think about it,” replied 

Mother. 

“Oh, isn’t it?” growled Dad. “I’m going 

to put up those black-out curtains even 

though it kills me.” 

As Dad left the room, John and I realized 

that we were in for some entertainment. 

We heard him go down into the cellar; 

then came a loud cry. 

“Ouch!” Father must have dropped the 

hammer on his foot. 

There followed a low mutter of words 

we could not hear, fortunately. 

“Where is the black-out curtain?” called 

Dad from the cellar. 

“I’ll get it,” answered Mother. 

“Would one of you children like to come 

and help me?” father called again. 

John went. 

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FIRST FORMS 

1A this year has two newcomers to Toronto, 

one girl from Regina, and Shaun 

Adamson from Yorkshire. Although many 

nationalities are represented in our ranks 

we all are participating in every sport, the 

outstanding sportsmen being Ronald Burnside, 

at rugby, and Bunny Cassels. Pat Chu 

9tood first in the academic field. 

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Although IB has not particularly starred 

in sports, we have in studies. Marg Hudson 

stood first—good work!! Some prime personalities 

are also here: 

Douglas—At 9:05, “Oh, I’ve forgotten 

my pen.” At 9:07, “Well, here I am, pen 

and all.” 

Grube—Our own history fiend. A mere 

96 per cent at Christmas. 

Gamble—the streak of blue rushing into 

Room 22 at 9:14. 

Steele—the Boys’ Athletic Council representative, 

also good at sports. 

1C started this year with Mr. Coombs, 

but the Air Force took him, which was a 

great blow to the girls. However, we are 

lucky to have Mrs. Allan now. She has 

guided us ably, and thus we star at work 

as well as in sports. Richard Lee came first 

with a per cent well up in the eighties. 

Helen McCaul and our dear little Karfilis 

came second. 

In the boys’ sports, David Le Baron 

seems to be carrying on the record held 

by his brother, Stuart, la9t year. He is 

practically the whole rugby team!! Lee is 

also good at that. The principal girls on 

the volleyball team were Phyllis McEwen, 

Helen McCaul, and Mildred Jones, and 

they were only stopped by the second 

forms. Good playing . . . They are starting 

basketball now, but Marg Kent would 

rather try for a basket by throwing the 

ball like a baseball than the prim way. 

lC?s war effort is outstanding among the 

first forms, especially their nickel days. 

Many of the girls have very interesting 

hobbies, also, the most interesting being 

that of Mae MacLeod who builds airplanes 

—ambitions to be a W.A.A.F., Mae? Marg 

Logan is interested in radios. : 

In Form ID anyone can see, 

That life is but a sigh. 

It’s solemn and sweet, 

And in every seat 

Sits a student with a gleam in his eye 

By the way, who sneaks in and makes 

off with the shields that once adorned our 

walls? And who helps Bill Parker with his 

history dates? Why does Don Mortimer 

not wait for lunch period to eat? 

Talents Department: Mary Mizutani— 

stood first. 

Murren and Parker—budding scientists. 

Mears—poet laureate of ID. 

Nicoloff and Pykala—musicians. 

We all wonder why Mr. Siberry wants 

to send us to a munitions factory when 

we trip in maths. 

Mr. G. Allen is now having a little vacation 

from his former forms. This year IE 

has been voted J.C.L’s junior clamour kids. 

There are even a few fribblers who almost 

said good-bye to Jarvis. 

However, Ramona Thomas held up our 

morale by standing first with 79 per cent; 

and in sports, our volleyball team starring 

Barbara Tamlin, Charlotte Wagman, and 

Ruby Steele went undefeated until it met 

a second form. Watt also gets good marks, 

but how does he do it when he is always 

drowsing? 

We do believe that Mr. Allen admires 

some of the geniuses, i.e., Dudley Wyckoff 

and his caricatures, and Ross Trought and 

his ability to win friends among the girls. 

Many of the boys are good in sports, name- 

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unknown to most, we have an outstanding 

little pianist called Orkan Stasior, 

who plays classical. 

SECOND FORMS 

Form Events of 2A: The last week of 

January, 2A and 3D held a tobogganing 

party in Riverdale Park. Everyone had a 

grand time and afterwards we tramped to 

Eleanor Fraser’s and were regaled with 

cocoa and hot dogs. There were about 

forty present, including Mr. Muir. Miss 

Elliot had the thrill of watching us at the 

hills. 

Who’s Who and What’s What in 2A: 

Rosemary Walker—She has something 

we want more of—brains. 

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We’re proud of our 2B report on War 

Savings Stamps. The total report is $88.75, 

and congratulations to Rita Cainer for her 

excellent support. 

We all welcome Ivy Croucher, from Quebec 

City, and Marion Rix, from Windsor, 

who are new members of 2B. 

The prize epidemic-dodger in our form 

is Eleanor Bell. She hasn’t been late or 

absent this year. 

Have you all heard about Bobbie Hunt 

selling baby’s wear on Saturdays at Simpson’s? 

Cute, eh! 

Gloria Morgan is very quiet, but her 

Christmas report proved that she ranks 

among the first. 

We’d like to know what delays the street 

cars that bring Lily Nickoloff to school two 

seconds before the bell. 

If Doreen Cline ever stopped copying 

her Latin homework from June Pringle, 

what would Evelyn Mitchell do? 

Say, Marion, the class thinks your swimming 

instructor, Mr. Duff, is a good photographer. 

2B would like to thank Miss McCamus 

for her co-operation throughout the year. 

Mr. Siberry's Car 

Audrey Firby—can’t talk standing up, 

but sure can sitting down! 

Two questions have been bothering us 

lately: 

Why doesn’t Helen Quinn partake of 

some nourishment before leaving for 

school? That hungry look she acquires in 

Latin couldn’t be for the language. 

Is there a competition between Nada B. 

and Margot D. to see who wears the shortest 

skirts? 

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To begin the annual review of this year’s 

conditions in 2C, the head of the second 

forms, we find: 

Helga Binder holding top place with 88.1 

per cent. Nice going, Helga. Gloria Thompson 

(83.6 per cent) is a war guest, besides 

being a talented artist, playing in the orchestra, 

and taking part in many school 

activities. Zahumeny and Atanasoff held 

up the boys’ honour with percentages of 

78.3 and 73.5. Incidentally, Steve is trying 

to recruit all the boys for the Air Cadets. 

In Lighter Vein: Mr. Moorhouse to 

Wedekamm, “You’ve got your mouth 

open; say something.” 

According to Miss McRoberts, if the 

boys are late for class after coming from 

P.T., Mr. Siberry will report to her for detentions. 

Student Teacher: “Sullivan, do you take 

German?” 

Sullivan: “Nein.” 

Dear Dorothy Dix: What does McKinney 

do in Science? Why does Burns wear 

that tie? Is that third former who follows 

Norma Henderson really her cousin?


2D started the year well by winning the 

lower school rugby championship. Later we 

captured the basketball crown as well. 

Due to the hard work of Mr. Hill and 

Peter Padwick, a British war guest, our 

contribution to the War Service Council 

heads the school. War Savings Stamps are 

in the capable hands of Chris Metcalfe, 

another visitor from the motherland. These 

boys, (not including Mr. Hill), also lead 

the form scholastically with 88 and 85 

per cent respectively. Good men in any 

country. 

2D Personalities: 

Greenfield is growing fast and may soon 

be able to sit up and take nourishment 

alone. 

“Einstein” Laco, our 'budding mathematician, 

is writing a book entitled “What I 

Have Done to Mathematics” or “The Smiling 

Killer.” 

Neil helped Mr. Allen make the junior 

rugby team what it was last fall and 2D 

was well represented on the juniors. 

Campbell eats more ice cream cones at 

lunch than hunger could possibly warrant. 

If boys ever start serving in the cafeteria, 

.sales are going to drop off. 

Do we know our teachers? (Somebody 

put them wise to us.) Who says— 

(a) I don’t like the attitude of this 

class. 

(b) I don’t like this class. (Only a 

mother could, Mr. Hill.) 

(c) Say it again, say it again, etc. 

(d) That will be 23 reports and 18 detentions,—but, 

you can buy them 

off. 

(e) Howell, don’t you love me enough 

to do your homework? 

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2E is an outstanding form as it is composed 

of boys only—no girls to distract 

any attention from the straight and narrow 

path of academic study. A number of us 

are of French parentage, which gives us 

a lead in French. A few come from other 

collegiates, and are now also helping our 

standing greatly. Therefore, much can be 

expected of 2E, the more so as we have 

plenty of energy and initiative both in the 

classroom and out. About two-thirds of us 

have not been late or absent once since the 

beginning of the year. In hockey we hold 

the Lower School Championship, although 

many of the stars, including Guyot, Chim, 

and Henry were absent. The team comprised 

of Le Baron, the star, and McCall, 

Sterioff, Virtanen, Jim Scott, Pletch, White 

and Buchner. Through some prank of 

Dame Fortune, 2E took second place instead 

of first both in rugby and basketball. 

All-in-all, 2E is a sports form what with Le 

Baron, Henry—on the junior rugby team, 

Davidson and basketball, and many others. 

Outside of sports the boys’ hobbies vary 

greatly. We have good-natured Norman 

Carter collecting old armour—maybe he’ll 

revive the days of knighthood. Sterioff, a 

budding poet, and Stasior, it is understood, 

tickles the ivory fairly well. There are quite 

a number of musicians, as well as many 

hobbies of pigeon-raising, photography, 

money saving, gun something, gum chewing, 

etc. Last but not least, we say “All 

hail, for Mr. Staples!!” our form teacher. 

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3A 

Review of a Day in 3A 

There is nothing we can say 

That is worthy of 3A. 

We shall open wide your eyes 

With an effort to surprise, 

The members of our dear old school, 

With our version of the golden rule. 

Period one has just begun. 

Our English work has not been done; 

Goodness gracious? Latin next, 

Wherever is that old red text? 

Now Miss McRobert we go see, 

From her pet subject we’d love to flee; 

Now down the hall to room 48, 

To watch Mr. Sheppard scribble on slate. 

Then to Physics we wend our way, 

The hardest period of all the day! 

Oh, why can’t we keep awake, 

Our kingdom for a good big steak! 

At last, the bell! Now here we go, 

At this at least, we aren’t so slow. 

Now to eat, to break our fast, 

For after all, does coffee last? 

Back to our lessons, French and gym, 

Funny hops to keep us slim. 

Last period, everyone feeling high, 

Doors open wide, girls flashing by, 

Hurrying home in such a state, 

Ready at seven for that big date. 

Homework? Oh, no, not at our school,— 

That’s our version of the golden rule. 

Class Comments: 

What did Mr. Dyce mean when he said 

it wasn’t Spring yet? 

It seems as though Leaside has more 

than generators up in “them thar hills.” 

Why does Olga Evanoff hurry to French 

class? It can’t be the subject, must be the 

form that is in there. 

3B 

According to Miss McRobert 3B is the 

form with the hidden talent—please, someone, 

dig it up quick! Also, according to 

Miss McRobert, Dot Anderson doesn’t appreciate 

the grace and beauty of an algebra 

question. How many of us do? 

Before we continue further we wish to 

thank Sophie for her kind co-operation in 

Latin, and may your excellent work keep 

Miss Nesbitt’s attention in your direction. 

Connie Morgan with 100 per cent in History—quote, 

“Could she be resting on her 

laurels?” We trust not. 

Where would we be without Jean Mc 

Clure’s ideas? Well, anyway, she keeps us 

laughing.—And without Dorothy M.’s 

drawing ability.—Oh! and Dot, did he like 

the dressing-gown he got for Christmas? 

From all accounts, Eleanor’s party was 

a success. While on the subject of successes 

—let’s make another of the baseball finals 

this spring with Flora Clements leading the 

team. 

3B welcomes those brilliant Leasiders.


3C 

3C’s Newcomers: Hannah Reiser, 

Waterdown High; Esme Kerr, Oshawa; 

Weldon, sweet little fellow from St. Andrew’s; 

Franks, “our hero” from Ridley; 

Dorron, Quebec; Heines, U.T.S.—welcome, 

one and all.' 

3C’s Parties: A farewell party for Mr. 

Coombs was held at the home of Peggy 

Russell with practically the whole form 

out, plus Mr. Steinhauer, Mr. G. Allen, 

and Mr. McKerracher. During the evening 

Mr. Coombs was presented with an Airforce 

blue writing case. Another social 

event took place at the home of George 

Schober, and still another at Toni Grube’s. 

We expect more in the spring, gang. 

3C is at the top in everything, petite 

Lenore Reynolds being the top knitter, but 

her cousin Barbara Reynolds doesn’t do so 

badly either, Franks and Forsythe are at 

the top academically, with 89 and 85 per 

cent respectively—where’s Russell! 3C also 

has been doing well in sports. Outstanding 

is our champ at swimming, Ruth Pullan, 

The girl’s baseball team was tops, some of 

the stars are: June Baird, Barb. Reynolds 

and Eleanor Harrington. Our basketball 

team will probably stand high too, with 

Marguerite Bourgeois, Peggy Russell, Toni 

Grube, Adele Smith, and many others. 

Play the game, girls! 

Probably the most popular sport around 

Jarvis is floor hockey, and on our team 

Godman is the main source of power, followed 

by Pat Robinson, Flogger Franks, 

Campbell, Weldon, and Hayman. We 

haven’t lost a game yet. Heines, Bee and 

Cummings were added to the above mentioned 

to compete for basketball, rugby, 

and ice hockey, and although we won no 

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is Mr. Muir’s pet? Bee is still buzzin’ 

around? Cummings sleeps through Chem. 

to save his energy for lunch? Teichman 

believes a man’s place is in the home? 

Well, they are all “on the level.” 

= The Sweathearts of J. C. I. i 

crests, we all enjoyed the games. Shooting Quotes to end quotes: 

was another favourite, even to those who Tavila (tick, tick, tick) — if Elmer 

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By the way, did you know that Law- isn’t an answer. 

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Although 3D has not yet demonstrated 

its ability in the academic part of school 

life, it shines in athletics. During the rugby 

season, the form was represented by Coulter 

on the Senior team, and Duff, Yaneff, 

Watts and Heighington on the juniors. 

Watts is an All-star. The inter-form rugby 

team went undefeated until it met with 4D. 

In basketball we reached the semi-finals 

where we lost to 5C. At present, we are undefeated 

in hockey. Gibson, Walsh, Campbell, 

Austin, Forsythe, and Eayrs were the 

3D crack-shots who won the shield for 

shooting. 

We went on a toboggan party with 2A 

and Mr. Muir as our chaperon and general 

handy man. We had a swell time, even if 

we did sit down gingerly for a few days 

after. 

Local gossip: Ross Anderson, the dapper 

lad, has a girl in every port—or is it room? 

Heighington, the day after he took his report 

home, said, “They’ve taken my radio 

away.” Yaneff is commonly known as the 

Bing Crosby of the test-chubes. 

3E 

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(1942) — 30. 

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homework done? I’ll swap you for a telephone 

number. 

Webber (giggle, giggle)—I just heard a 

new one from the fruit girls? 

Hennigan—still gets in for 12 cents at 

a movie. Mr. Siberry recommends cod liver 

oil and vitamin pills. He hopes to be five 

feet soon. 

Purvis—What? down to the office 

again? 

Stratas—another seat-warmer at the office—keeps 

Mr. Allin company. 

It is quite evident that things were a 

little reversed this year in 3E. It was a 

real fight to see who’d stand last—best 

man won. 

Al Lawrence is seeing “Red” these days, 

but the rest of us fellows are still looking at 

any colour. 

Brother McCauley can give the chemical 

reason why a cherry floats in gin. 

Pome: Pretty girls, 

In 3B, 

See that dust? 

That’s 3E. 

They aren’t going they’re coming!! 

3E may be academically low, but, we 

ask you, where would the bugle band be 

without us? 

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4A 

Harrison’s chief cause for worry is his 

average, only 85%. 


Congratulations are in order to Wilkins, 

who manages to make his duties in the 

projection room last until the middle of the 

second period. 

Oh, yes, we shouldn’t forget Ashton, 

Hart, Turnbull, and Mangoff, the drummer 

boys. 

levers—Eevers, I vers, Jeevers, Jivers. 

We wonder if Joanne Zieman will ever 

agree with Mr. Steinhauer and admit that 

he is right. Wouldn’t it also be a change 

if Louise Gage sometime went to all eight 

periods? 

Wilkinson, just late once more, and. ! ?*x 

Martha Schober—scurrying around to 

see that all her chicks are present. Then 

there is Anne Grymek—perpetual emotion. 

According to Miss Nesbitt, pupils who 

are good in Maths are good in Latin also— 

don’t laugh, Koula!! Don Radford is our 

scientific “Knots and Crosses” mastermind. 

Also, we have Wadley with his usual greeting, 

hand extended with palm upward— 

pay up! pay up! and pay again! 

Elinor Adam—The bonnie Hielan’ lassie 

who talks so fast that no one can follow 

her. 

Ward—A disgrace to 4A; only 99 per 

cent in History. 

Obrien—He doesn’t need to do his Latin 

homework, does he, Miss Nesbitt? 

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' 4B has really gone over the top in sports 

this year, with Olive Mark and Barb Shield 

on the Girls’ Athletic Association. We also 

have Helen Des Brisay and Dora Phillips 

who shine at basketball. And speaking of


basketball, we won our 'first game. . . Keep 

up the good work. 

Pat O'Reilly, Joy Rolls. Gail Stronach, 

and Rosemary Rae are still trying to hit 

the bull's eye in archery. Mary-Ellen 

Lithgow, Marjorie Daw and Eileen Massingberd 

are the form’s swimmers—see you 

at the Meet next March. Our baseball 

team made the semi-finals, thanks to Olive, 

but they lost out to a fifth form. 

In academic subjects we have Ailsa 

Maclvor taking top honours with 81 per 

cent; and Lucy Leith is our future maths, 

teacher who believes that geometry problems 

really “fall through like ripe plums.” 

Ruth Lawrence has been doing splendid 

work as the “beautiful vice-president” of 

the War Service Council. With her, representing 

the form, are Betty Crane and 

Ruth MacMillan. We’d like to welcome 

two newcomers to 4B, Pat Moodie from 

Cornwall, and Barb Dunn from Hamilton. 

4C 

Sadie Hawkins’ night proved quite a lark 

for some people. We wonder how Anne 

Duncan’s and Ginny Henderson’s turned 

out after all. 

There is a certain young fellow in 4C 

with a religious name who has a habit of 

going shep-herding Friday afternoons. 

Don’t we wish we were Mr. Staples! 

Then we would get Christmas cards from 

Dean. 

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4D 

Last term 4D was regarded as the “bad 

■ boys” of the school — at least by the 

teachers. But look at them now!l They 

claim to have the smartest lines in the 

school—especially going out from their 

last period. Besides, Mr. Ferguson has 

only shouted at them once recently for 

their atrocious marks. 

Oh, come now, 4D don’t feel so bad, 

after all, didn’t we come through in Geometry? 

What’s that you say, Dick? Oh, 

well, my good fellow, you shouldn’t pack 

up your books before the period is up— 

It is rumoured that once in 1940 Louis and Beetham, if you’d have stayed awake, 

Leousis was seen without a wad of gum in you might know what it’s all about. Someday 

McMurtry is going to know the sehis 

mouth. 

4C Personalities'. 

quence of tense.— Oh heavens, Wiseman, 

Kitty Midler—the girl who doesn’t like when Mr. Jenkins asked you if you were 

the Jarvis gym skirt because it is too short. asleep, yes was the wrong answer.— Say, 

Motink—should have been a master of Scott, what on earth is that?—a mustache? 

ceremonies; all he says all day is “no Cultivating it for the Air Force, or is a 

prompting please”. 

certain party particular?—Shh, at this 

Mayer—the fellow who spends half of point tread softly, as we are passing Egg, 

his time trying to convince people he doesn’t 

study. Average 91.9 per cent. I had his little black book!!—Personal 

and we don’t want to awaken him—wish 

Meighen.—industrious light who runs a from the boys up front, quote, “Mr. John- 

post office, drug store, and does some son, please!!” unquote—Oh, say, Walman, 

school work in one term. 

get the drawing off the board immediately, 

Crum—musical genius who teaches us he’s coming down the hall.—At this point, 

morse in rhythm. 

let’s listen in on our form room. Just a 

Leighton—why is he so quiet in school? minute! stop! is someone being murdered? 

Is it his nature, or is he just dozing after Oh, pardon us, it’s just Northcott, Dyer 

the late nights? 

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5A 

Fran Kent—this year’s president of the Pat Heighington—Won 4th Form 

History Club, but interested most in the Scholarship in ’42; after plenty more in 

history of Syracuse. She expects to spend ’43. and we think she’ll get them. Good 

an extra year at Jarvis. 

Shirley Jackes—Girls’ Representative 

on Eaton’s Junior Fashion Council. She 

has become suddenly prejudiced against 

the W.A.A.F.’s 

luck!! 

Peggy Haig—President of the Girls’ 

Athletic Council and an all-round good 

sport. Favourite around the halls of 

Jarvis. 

Guigite Straus—brilliant in Maths, but 

Dipe Richards—If anyone brings her 

doesn’t seem to make up her mind whether 

out of her shell he might find that she is 

she likes them short and dark or big and 

the greatest little jitterbug that ever jittered 

at Jarvis. 

blonde. 

Berys Brown—Terrifically high marks 

Anna Purvis—Short story contributor to in History. No ambition except not to 

that well-known annual, The Magnet, but return to Jarvis. 

expects to enter nursing in the near future. Dorothy Stewart—Ambition: to work 

Rosemary Buckham—She’s tops at in a chemistry lab. (We wonder why). 

school as well as elsewhere. S.P.S.? Chemical 

engineering is her ambition. 

Margaret- Wortman—A newcomer from 

down Agentine way and an artist at heart. 

Joan Cowan—A Five A girl with eyes so 

blue, 

A popular one at school, ’tis true; 

Writes poems, learns Greek, and 

day-dreams too, 

Sends notes in school to you-knowwho. 

Boris Stoichcff—One would never think 

that such a kind and peaceful exterior 

could hide such a Man (?)—ambition, 

women!!! 

Helmut Jacobi—5A’s serious hardworking 

boy scout. Ambition is to be a crooner. 

Scott Carson—one of these tall, dark, 

silent men. Our marker during drill period. 

Don MacLeod—President of the War 

Service Council. “Manabouttown” as a 

hobby. 

Chris Kcnnington—Joy of Mr. Fergu- 

Joscphinc Urquchart—5’4” of sparkling son’s heart with his beautiful English 

wit and good humour. 

comps, and his love-ly mind. 

Joyce Rice—This pretty red-head’s Ken Hobbs—Swell fellow; quiet—in 

chief ambition is to get out of J.C.I. school. 

Lily Ann Smith—Green eyes, brown Jim Neil—President of the Boys’ Club 

hair, that’s Lilly Ann, 

and an all-round athlete—Jarvis Rep. on 

She’d like a “blonde” to be her man. Eaton’s Student Council. Just a farmer at 

Rose-Marie Berner—A little ray of sun- heart. 

shine to many lonely hearts-yet all that B'U Chong—is little quiet chap 

correspondence doesn’t keep your work BM Taylor—Outstanding in War Work 

behind. How do you do it? 

wel1 “ s°c,a'TW" ,S!;rYlce £lub 

n .. , . t , . tortioner No. 2 (Mr. Hill being No. 1)— 

MarS. Patterson—Is very interested m als0 vice-president of the History Clubher 

“cousins’ but will enter Occupational Air Rai(J {Varden ni htl 

Therapy next year-she hopes. 

Wedeles-Chiei occupation - arguing 

Ann Shilton—Loves sports, lives sports with Mr. Sheppard. Why don’t you give 

—excellent at skating, and haunts Varsity. in? (Mr. Sheppard, we mean!!) 

She is also on the Girls’ Athletic Council Paul Dunn—Mr. Muir’s little chemical 

on basketball. 

formula. 

Mary Van Wyck—Tall, pretty addition Heinzman—welcome newcomer to J.C.I. 

from Branksome. Mr. Steinhauer’s pride —actually enjoys writing comps. 

and joy. 

Ed Gawlcy—The troop’s assistant scout- 

Madeleine Desjardine—New addition master, commonly known as “Sucker”—his 

and a lot of fun. 

position in the A.R.P. slightly similar.

I 

Back Row—C. Mark, K. Mackenzie, P. Hric, J. Neil, E. Gawley, B. Farlow, S. Hendra, 

B. Taylor, S. Carson, B. Chong. 

3rd Row—N. Lynde, H. Jacobi, M. Van Wyck, A Shilton, P. Haig, P. Heighington, D. 

Richards, R. Buckham, M. Patterson, D. Stewart, B. Brown, A Purvis, 

H. Mann, F. Kent. 

2nd Row—G. Straus, L. Smith, J. Rice, M. Wortman, S. Jackes, R. Berner, J. Cowan, 

J. Urkuhart. 

Front Row—0. MacLeod, E. Teghtsoonian, B. Stoicheff, K. Hobbs, P. Dunn, H. Wedeles. 

Bill Farlow—Here today, absent tomorrow; 

Ferguson to Farlow, “What ho, Bill!” 

Bill to Mr. F. “The strings are false, my 

lord.” 

Sandy Crews—Mr. Jenkins’ night handy 

man; intends to join the Fleet Air Arm. 

Kemp Meredith—5A wonders where 

he spends that portion of the day between 

9:20 and 3:31. 

Clayton Mark—fine rifle shot, likes 

maths, and P.T. 

Ed Teghtsoonian—Co-editor of the 

1943 Magnet, and on executive of the Hi- 

Y. Wants to become an engineer, but you 

know their cheer, Ed, “We are, we are . .” 

. .. better beware!! 

Norm Lynde—Paying his way through 

High School by singing. Also director of 

5A’s effort for the “Varieties”. 

MacKenzie—New for Air Force. . . 

best of luck, Mac. 

Stan Hendra—6’3” totem pole; 5A’s star 

basketball player with Ed Teghtsoonian . . 

good team.

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Jessie Simpson—A smile for everyone. Eleanor Cawker—Has tried her hand at 

One of Janus’s star athletes. Hitch-hiking wrecking hearts—and street-cars. What 

to school is one of her hobbies. 

next? 

Olga Wilson—Olga is the pert and Margaret Cawker—We don't know 

pretty lass 

whether we laugh more at Marg’s jokes or 

Who gathers nickels for the class. the way she tells them. 

Gloria Smith—The “Lady that's known Shirley Saxe—Shirley dances in great 

as Lou”—Under such circumstances who style in SB's “Ghastly Chorus”. We see 

wouldn’t play Dan McGrew? She wants a fine future, Shirley. 

to enter Science next year. 

Geoff. Bowcock—Advice to beginners— 

Mary Richardson—“Dick” is just full Try smaller hills! 

of bright ideas, and her scribbler gets Harvey Pickford—In gym periods Mr. 

plenty of use. She’s an artist, too! Siberry has to watch out for our BIG boy 

Ruth Morgan—She's our red-headed of 5B. 

farmerette. 

A future recruit for the CWAAC’S, 

we bet! 

Bill Weekes-—There must be a great attraction 

to drag you back to Hamilton 

every week-end. 

Louis Fleming—Shines in nearly every- 

Beverley Watt—Wants to make her 

home in Alaska. Maybe South River thing, but he’s really on the “beam” when 

wasn’t cold enough for her—even at 65 it comes to radio, 

degrees. 

Harry Sugar—Our mathematical quizz 

Betty Elton—Never fails to ask “What’s de Montreal has been successful here. 

new?” when nothing is happening. She is Tony Strickland—Eighty nights on the 

industrious—goes to business school, too. ground and three hundred and twenty selfcooked 

meals—he’s still alive! 

Peg Wadhams—Planning a course in Occupational 

Therapy. Quite an interesting Ted Lcishman—He’s the loon behind 

aid to recuperation, boys! 

the coon you saw moving around the halls 

Ailcen Baggott—Favourite pastime— those c-c-cold w-w-wintrv days. 

roller-skating and keeping the Bell Telephone 

Co. busy nights. 

the Magnet and vice-president of the Hi- 

Glen Day—Hard-working co-editor of 

Noreen Fletcher—What would Miss St. Y Club. We sure keep him busy!! 

John do without her Number-One girl? Gord Bee—He’s never stung anyone yet. 

Grace Bolton—Pocket-size edition of But he’s going into the Air Force, so Hitler 

fun and life, and a student too. 

had better watch out!! 

Mollie Campbell—Our “Girl of the Gord Hutchinson—Even gas-rationing 

Golden West”. She says that she has left doesn’t stop Gord’s hitch-hiking these 

her heart in Winnipeg. 

Mary Horan—Adores Jarvis and the 

feeling is mutual. Watch her in Fine Art 

next year. Lucky Varsity! 

mornings. 

Fred Breckles—There were one too 

many trees in Riverdale Park for this 

expert tobogganist. 

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Back Row—G. Day, H. Bickford, W. Weekes, A. Mowat, F. Breckles, B. Benson, E. 

Leishman, R. Jefferies, J. Wilkins. 

3rd Row—P. Wadhams, J. Simpson, M. Campbell, A. Strickland, G. Bee, J. Crawford, 

K. Willson, L. Fleming. 

2nd Row—0. Wilson, G. Bolton, E. Baggott, N. Fletcher, E. Cawker, M. Cawker, M. 

Richardson, M. Horan. 

Front Row—J. Bishop, C. Hutchinson, G. Bowcock, H. Sugar, R. Gracie. 

Jim Crawford—Wonder if Jim misses 

the penalty box this season? 

Jack Bishop—Late-comer from N.T.C. 

I., but a nice fellow anyway. He’s allergic 

to rock-wool and early rising. 

J a) fray Wilkins: Future classics master. 

Versatile as well as studious. Teaches ditdash-dit 

to Third Formers. 

Bob Benson—Very modest about his 

talents, but you should see him on skis. 

Ken Will-son and Bob Jefferies — Our 

Jarvis Hockey Twins are staying an extra 

year to perfect their style. 

Robertson Grade—A quiet lad—only 

forty pages behind in Algebra. 

Jack Xorthmorc—After seeing Jack in 

the ;‘Shooting of Dan McGrew” we wonder 

if he isn’t wasting his time in school. 

Broadway—here we come!

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Norma Ferguson and her bright ideas 

Help her through the passing years. 

The diagrams of Dorothy G. 

Raise her marks in Biology. 

Nancy Wison from Havergal 

Answers to the beauty call. 

Helen Proudfoot, our busy bee, 

Is clever at all subjects, we see. 

Margaret Ashmore and Beverley, 

Are the leaders in Trigonometry. 

Olga and her big brown eyes 

Bring forth from the boys romantic 

cries. 

Our newcomer, from Manitoulin Isle, 

Is Alma Jean Wagg in the 5C file. 

Blond-haired Nancy Grant disappears 

Each morning after scriptures and 

prayers. 

Dorothy World, with her Latin Books, 

In period two, gets most weird looks. 

Jean Goodman—has contributed to the 

life of 5C with an ever-ready smile, correct 

answers, and the above poetical couplets. 

Bob Mayer—when Mayer and Miss 

Durie get confidential over his answers, 

the rest of the class is left out. Shame! 

Bill Mosley—He carries on the tradition 

of the Camera Club by running the P.A. 

system for the noon-hour dancing. 

Phil Chapnick—was ready to bet at any 

time on victory for the senior basketball 

team, his personal scoring changes, and 

his inability to do a Trig, problem. 

James Smith—came to us from N.T.C.I,, 

but the R.C.A.F. took him before we had 

seen very much of him. 

Jack Dewar—’tis said that he comes to 

school just to talk across the aisle. Could 

be true, but why didn’t he arrive before 

9.30 and make a day of it? 

5 C 

Marvin Simbrow—it broke this All- 

Star’s heart when he couldn’t shoot those 

high baskets from centrefloor in Malvern s 

low gym. 

Graham Plater—is a funny combination. 

He got 100 on the Physics exam and still 

talks to us. 

Mike Fitzpatrick—spurns local talent 

and restricts himself to the private schools. 

Who bit your ear in the blackout? 

Max Grossman—with his work on Air 

Navigation as a guide, it doesn’t look like 

Maxie will ever have a chance to show his 

ace basketballing with a Flyer team. 

Jack McCartney—can tell you exactly 

what goes wrong in O.T.C. practices, because 

he is in the militia. 

David Mullin—achieved perfection in 

the matter of neat essays, by typing his. 

What can a comp, teacher say? 

Mel Thomas—missed the Christmas examinations 

because of an appendix operation. 

There must be easier ways than that. 

Neil Lorimer—has little choice but to 

pay attention. Who can he hide behind? 

“Butcher Boy” also works at Eaton’s— 

any connection? 

Lome Farquhar—handling Boys’ Sports 

for the Magnet this year. The ability of 

Mr. Ferguson’s “good Scotsman” has been 

recognized at last. 

Graham Eves—requires only a full droop 

suit and a muffler to complete his wardrobe. 

Jack Chadwick—did his Chemistry 

homework once. Then Mr. Muir forgot 

to ask him. 

Bob Brien—Can’t understand why he 

has to study Army Organization. He’s going 

into the Air Force. 

2ND FORM MDDLE SCHOOL 4TH 

LAST YEAR ?

Hack Row—A. Hughes, R. Love, N. Lorrimer, P. Haffey, R. Mayer, M. Simbrow, G. 

Eves, R. Brien, G. Flater, L. Farquhar, R. Lee, W. Mosley. 

Centre Row—J. Goodman, A. Wagg, O. Kot.yk, N. Ghent, D. World, D. Greenberg, 

N. Ferguson, M. MacPh erson. 

Front Row—B. Meredith, D. Mullin, J. McCartney, N. Curtis, M. Thomas, M. Fitzpatrick. 

Paul Haffey—agrees that unless radical 

changes are made in his desk, he could 

sleep better at home. 

Norm Curtis—Jarvis import from Scotland 

by way of Portland, Oregon. 

Joe May—only arrives early on Assembly 

Wednesdays, as he is the Orchestra’s 

Concert Master. 

Arthur Hughes—used to ask with wondering 

voice: “You are going to the War 

Service show aren’t you?” You got results! 

Ray Lee—they say he sneaked off to 

play pool even after Commencement. 

Bob Love—see Bob if you want to get 

your name in the High News. 

Lome Allen—shy reserved, and is always 

asked the maths problems he can’t answer. 

Skiing is Margaret Macphersons thrill, 

Just watch as she glides down the 

steepest hill. 

When she left 5C at the end of Fall. 

Mary Kolodnick surprised us all 

The sale of War Savings Stamps was high 

When Lois Finlay begged us to buy.

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IBook Review 

“LAST TRAIN FROM BERLIN” 

In his recently published book “Last 

Train from Berlin”, Howard Smith reveals 

that already after more than two years of 

war, the morale of the German people is 

rapidly sinking. The author, the last 

American to leave Germany, left the 

country the very day before the outbreak 

of hostilities with the United States. 

He describes the effect of the military 

disaster in Russia on the people in Germany 

itself; how the ministry of propaganda 

vainly attempted to keep the news 

from the public; how in failing they lost 

the faith' of the people; how by actual 

shortages prevailing in the Reich, food and 

clothing rations have shrunk until the Germans 

have found them insufficient for their 

daily needs; how dissatisfaction and discontent 

are arising at home, and finally 

how Nazi Germany sees defeat lurking in 

the future. 

Mr. Smith shows a country suppressed 

Reviewed by Bob Van der Flier, 4C 

by a tyrannical government at odds with 

the Prussian aristocracy, bent on destruction 

of the middle class, and hated by the 

working class for its abolition of labour 

unions and its depression of the standard 

of living. This government has the support 

of the German people only because they 

fear defeat and the vengeance of Europe 

more than anything else. 

The author contends that the Prussian 

nobility is responsible for Germany’s warlike 

and aggressive attitude. He gives an 

excellent account of the Prussian upper 

class. He tells how as young men they are 

trained to control their reflexes, to drink 

for hours in succession and yet remain 

sober, how they are trained not to think 

but to function on reflexes, how they are 

bored in peace and happy in war, and how 

base their moral concept is. “Last Train 

from Berlin” is worth reading, were it only 

for this description of the Prussian ruling 

class. 

FALLING THROUGH SPACE 

Reviewed by Sally Mayor, 3B 

“Falling Through Space” is the enthral- perhaps contributes to a certain sense of 

ling and moving account of the adventures thoughtless self-sufficiency, but whose inand 

emotions of Richard Hillary, a young telligence and finer characteristics emerge 

English Air Force officer. 

victorious when put to the test. 

I could not attempt to tell of that ghastly 

When war broke out Hillary was attending 

Oxford. As the son of a better middle “fall through space” of a burning and yet 

class family, his attitude toward that part living body of man; of the torture of raw 

of the world which didn’t immediately con- flesh and suddenly being blind; of floating 

cern him, was typical of one who has had alone in a cold sea; of the agony which enevery 

advantage, and seems to arrive at sued when passing from one hospital to anthe 

top with no apparent effort. He spent other while being painfully remade, 

his time at Oxford “rowing a great deal, 

flying a little, and reading somewhat.” 

But then there came that realization that 

life cannot be complete when one only 

The author’s descriptions of the thoughts takes and doesn’t give, and the knowledge 

and activities of himself and his friends in that something must be done in recomthose 

pre-war years are so very expressive pense for previous indifference to one’s 

of those Englishmen, whose background fello\f men.


So it was because it was impossible for 

Richard Hillary to return to active duty, 

that “Falling Through Space” was written 

“to that humanity I had once professed to 

ignore.” 

“If I could do this thing, I would have 

justified, at least in some measure, my 

right to fellowship with my dead, and to 

the friendship of those who with courage 

and steadfastness were still living, and who 

would go on fighting until the ideals for 

which their comrades had died were stamped 

forever on the future of civilization.” 

After the publishing of this bookr 

Richard Hillary paid the supreme sacrifice. 

He returned to active duty as soon as it 

was humanly possible, and before his convalescence 

was complete. He joined a night 

fighter squadron and was killed in action 

recently, at the age of twenty-three. 

! 

PEARL DIVER 

This is the exciting story of a Swedish 

boy who ran away to sea when he was 

only fourteen. It tells of his many adventures 

all over the world and of the 

many hardships that he went through in 

order to find the “life” that he thought 

was meant for him. He finally did find 

what he was looking for—pearl diving. 

From that time on his life was a strange 

mixture of the undersea world, fighting 

whales, octopi, and other sea monsters 

in his search for “shell” and pearls. 

Reviewed by Jean Farrell, IB 

His description of the octopus is one of 

the most exciting chapters I have ever 

read. The lively incidents also of the cannibals 

and head-hunters proved to be very 

thrilling, although at times I thought they 

were more humorous than gruesome. 

The book was written by Victor Berge 

and Henry Lanier. Not only for its clear 

narration but also for its gripping adventure, 

I think the book one of the best I 

have ever read. 

YOU MAY BE INTERESTED TO KNOW— 

—That the school building is nine feet 

higher at the south end than at the 

north. In other words, there is a ground 

slope of nine feet between the two ends. 

—That the non-academic staff numbers 

thirteen persons. (By non-academic we 

mean secretarial, janitorial, cafeterial, 

and medical.) 

—That it takes two tons of coal per day 

to heat the school in mid-winter. 

—That two emergency exits lead directly 

from the auditorium to the schoolyard. 

—That the rooms on the north are the 

only ones that have no window blinds. 

—That there are five teachers on the staff 

who were once Jarvis pupils. (Some repeaters! 

!!) 

—That it takes until 5 a.m. to clean the 

school every night (or rather, every 

morning). 

—That there is no longer such official examination 

as matriculation. (The papers 

we write are headed “Departmental Examinations.”) 

}) HUNT" 

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THE' MAGNET. 1943 

at EATON’S 

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TWO WHO SPEAK FOR JARVIS 

Here are your representatives on the EATON Junior 

Councils . . . Shirley Jackes to give us the fashion slant of 

the “Hiettes”, and James Neil to keep up posted on a man’s 

likes and dislikes. 

We’ve had such a lot of help and enthusiasm and interest 

from Shirley and the other thirty-one girl Councillors and 

from Jim and his thirty pals ... in everything from the 

newest in sport togs to the “hottest” band record. 

All of which adds up to making EATON’S the popular 

centre it is — for you and your friends. 

«*T. EATON

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IMPRESSIONS OF A FIRST FORMER 

~I AR G A R E T H UDSON , IB 

Hard er work , more homework , gym, 

lockers, time- tables, only fort y-five minutes 

for lunch, going to school on the bus,-yes, 

you're right,-all that adds up to high 

school. I'll never forget September 22, for 

it was on that day that I was registered at 

Jarvis Collegiate, the oldest school of its 

kind in Canada. I liked it right from the 

start. It was so different from public 

school. Of course, don't you for a moment 

think it's all play and no work , for you 

really hav e to work and study to get anywhere. 

1Iy favourite subjects ar e arithmetic, 

literature, gym and Fr ench. I have liked 

mathematics ever since 1 knew what two 

and two were. Literature? Well, reading 

was always one of my favouri te hobbies. 

Gym and French were bot h new to me and 

so have held mv int erest. 

Lun ch ! You" make a beeline for your 

locker, which just won't open , and you 

are so hungry. Th en you dash for your 

favourite table. Sandwiches again, but, 

anyt hing is welcome to you when you 're 

so hungry. Actually we ta lk more than 

we eat , although I must say my lunch is 

nothing trivial. :\Iy candid friend s say 

they don't see how anyone could eat so 

much and grow so little. 

You sta rt to study harder ; you listen 

atte ntively to your teachers ; shivers go 

up and down your spine ; yes, that's it, 

exams. At public school the word examinati 

on didn 't mean too much , but here at 

high school it's different. Everything is 

silent except for the scratching of pens 

and the occasional groan of some pupil who 

can 't figure out what x equal s. The teacher 

says time is up and you go through agonies 

during the next week wondering how you 

made out. The marks are out! You 've 

passed-and you breathe freely once again. 

Th ere are clubs too, to join at Jarvis, 

you are made to feel at home by the 

seniors who make it their duty to see that 

you are befriended. 

Letting my thoughts venture into the 

future, I can see many happy years at 

Jarvis, a school which I truly can be 

proud of.

JARVIS 

COLLEGIATE 

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BACK OF T HE BL ACKO UT 

(Cont inued f ro m page 89.) 

Mother returned with the cur tain. 

"'My goodness : Hasn't he come up yet? " 

she exclaimed. 

" Nope!" I replied. 

Soon father entered with a kit chen chair, 

bang ing everything as he came. ~I other 

has often scolded Dad about standing on 

a chair instead of on a step-ladder, but I 

imagine it would not have mattered much 

what he used, as everything seemed to hap 

pen to him that night. 

First of all Dad drove a tack into his 

thumb; we muffled our giggles. After 

that, his extreme care made him miss bot h 

thumbs and tac ks: we could hear them 

fall on the floor -(the tacks, I mean) . 

Finally th e job was completed and he 

stepped back to adm ire his work. He fell 

off the chair backwards. We all rushed 

to help him but collided with each other. 

Mother gradually calmed him. 

Turning on the light, Dad sat down with 

a sigh of pride. The door-bell rang. Dad 

made his way to the door. 

"Are yOU the owner of this house? " we 

heard a ' man 's voice say. 

"Yes." 

"Well, would you make a bet ter job of 

your black- out curtains please? " 

"Oh!" gasped Dad . " Do you mean . . ?" 

" T hanks very much," interrupted the 

Warden. 

Dad shut the door and entered the living 

room. \Ve could sense that he was worri ed 

and worn. He began grop ing for the hammer 

again . 

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Jarvis. 

The cover, of which we are justly proud, 

is his work. So, too, is the insert sheet. 

Further examples appear on pages 31 and 

75, and in the group pictures, and full page 

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work, at good pay, with excellent chances 

of promotion. Best of all, you are fully 

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in Radio when the war is over. 

Young men and women, 1years of age and up, with 2 years of 

High School or more, arc urged to get full details NOW. For full 

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WIRELESS OPERATING COURSE 

Trains you for interesting work ashore and 

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Send me, Free and without obligation, full dctails 

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