1940 Magnet Yearbook
1940 Magnet Yearbook
1940 Magnet Yearbook
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JARVIS<br />
COLLEGIATE<br />
37<br />
Footprints can be easily seen as on a<br />
muddy road. Shadows and sunlight are the<br />
same as on land, and all objects are clearly<br />
visible as though in air, except that<br />
they have a greenish glow. Fish and weeds<br />
are familiar sights. I have seen tiny sunfish<br />
gliding in and out between long green<br />
blades of an aquatic weed that looks like<br />
cut-grass. Baby bass, striped perch and.<br />
schools of minnows have passed within<br />
hand's reach. One day, I felt something<br />
touch me when I was perfectly sti]]-it was<br />
a tiny bass. T moved a bit and it darted<br />
away about a foot. The sma]] fish seem<br />
to be very curious.<br />
We have brought up objects of the fisherman's<br />
paraphernalia-white and red plugs<br />
with rusty hooks, tangled lines, reels and<br />
spinners with brilliantly coloured feathers,<br />
and even rods. I brought up one black rod<br />
with reel, line, hook and sinker still intact<br />
on it. It was very rusty in spots, but after<br />
a little cleaning it worked perfectly.<br />
I hope I have been able to give you an<br />
idea of amateur diving, and the enjoyment<br />
it brings. It is not a]] amusement, for one<br />
is bound to learn something of aquatic life<br />
from it. But above all, it is full of fun and<br />
adventure.<br />
•<br />
Those Good Old Days<br />
JAMES JENKINS, 5B<br />
"Willy," called l\1rs. \Vatson one cool<br />
September morning in 1900, "get up! It's<br />
time for school."<br />
"Aw, maw, what time is it?"<br />
"Why, it's all of seven o'clock and your<br />
porridge is getting cold."<br />
Half an hour later Willy was ready to<br />
leave. "\\'hat have I for lunch, maw?" he<br />
asked.<br />
"It's cold pork sandwiches."<br />
"Great!" and Wil1y set out on the fifteenblock<br />
walk to school, along streets deserted<br />
except for an occasional horse and buggy.<br />
When school<br />
was over, Willy returned<br />
home and spent the time before supper<br />
playing baseball with his friends in the<br />
vacant lot. After a nourishing supper, the<br />
family retired to the living-room.<br />
"Did you hear how l\1r. Brown was<br />
robbed on the way home?" asked Willy's<br />
father.<br />
"Yes, wasn't it terrible?" came the reply.<br />
"Oh say, maw," interrupted Wi1Iy, looking<br />
up from his homework, "will it be<br />
all right if I go for a hike to Uncle Dick's<br />
farm with the boys this week-end?"<br />
"Yes, dear," replied his mother, "but<br />
don't forget that we're looking forward to<br />
going to the church m usical Saturday<br />
night."<br />
After fwishing his homework, as the<br />
clock struck nine Wil1y packed up his<br />
books and went to beeL<br />
* * *<br />
"l\1aster Roger," said the Smythe's maid,<br />
tapping gently on his door one cool September<br />
morning lt1 1939, "it's eight<br />
o'clock."<br />
"Okay," yawned Roger, making no move<br />
to rise until another fifteen minutes or so<br />
had passed.<br />
After snatching a hasty breakfast, Roge:<br />
picked up his books, not touched since<br />
school had closed the day before, and reached<br />
for his lunch.<br />
"What is it today)" he asked.<br />
Hardly waiting for the reply, "Lobstersalad<br />
sandwiches," Roger hurried down the<br />
stairs and into his father's waiting car.<br />
Through heavy traffIC, 1\1r. Smythe drove<br />
his son to the school, where the latter put<br />
in a listless day.<br />
Home once more, he went to his mother,<br />
"Say, mater, can I have the old man's car<br />
tonight? I want to go to the floodlight<br />
baseball game."<br />
After a light supper, Roger strol1ed into<br />
the living-room where his father was reading<br />
the evening paper, "Anything new?"<br />
he asked.<br />
"Only the usual murders and accidents.<br />
By the way, are you going with us to the<br />
symphonic concert Friday evening?"<br />
"Impossible, I'm booked for a dance at<br />
the Swing Club," Roger replied, as he<br />
headed for the garage. "Don't wait up for<br />
me tonight, I'll be home about one o'clock."<br />
Those good old days.