Woodstock Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (Woodstock, Ontario Canada)

And you want to wander forth, Turn your footsteps promptly To the comfort of the north. For she will never fail you: If sad or sore distressed, Of all your friends together, The north is very best. Pat Brewster, 12B Golf By Beatty Taking permission from Bob and Bing I'll endeavour to tell you about this thing. In this game by the best in business we're told You must be confident, relaxed, have temper controlled. So you can't see the point of the game as yet? Then think of the exercise, fresh air that you Get. You don't think you'd like to carry all of those clubs? Don't worry! Those that do are usually dubs. The object you hit you think is rather small? Perhaps you'd do better with a basket- ball! ' So on with the game and obey all the rules! The persons that don't are usually fools. For the drives we use a clubtwith a large wooden head, But some could do better with a cannon instead. You line up your ball, take a mighty swing. Drat it! I dubbed the darn little thing. At last you're away with a shot that is toughp You should take more care to stay out of the rough. With shots like that you think you can't win? Here's where that temper controlled comes in! You think that it's easy to approach a green? Take a shot and you'll see just what I mean! A beautiful shot right over the back. Now take out your eight and begin to hack. To watch some people putt is certainly fun, But on the greens are where the games are won. Now that you've got the idea of the game, I'll give you some expressions pertain- ing to the same. THE ORACLE- The par is the number of low strokes allotted: Some stories about it get slightly knotted. Fore, rough, fairway, green, I think you all knoww And replace the turf. That's a club not a hoe! The clubs are too numerous to mention them here. You won't need them ally so have no fear Of the person who has every one to be found. You'll be a lot peppier at the end of the round! If in this sport you wish to gain fame Don't come to me. I just talk a good game. ' Boy Beatty, llB The Hunters Although the morn was cool and grey, The snow was deep, the trees did sway Beneath fresh snow which deep did fall, We heard the dogs' impatient call. The fields were smooth under the snow, The dogs ahead the way did show, Toward the bush their path did lead, A rabbit fled with all its speed. But oh! this hare was quick to see, The dogs and hunters thru the tree! So cross the stream with all his will, Onto the field to top the hill! Although the dogs, the hare did trail, The men perceiv'd the whitish tail, So now they waited, hoped and prayed The fleeing hare will come their way. Onward! Onward! to them he came: They aim'd, they shot. I-Ie stopped in shame! He blessed the tree that was his shield, Then quickly ran up thru the field. The sun was bright, the men were glum, The hare so bright, the men so dumb, They look'd, and sigh'd, and march'd away Tomorrow was another day. Ken Gardiner, I3 The school doesn't seem the same this with us. Although enjoying her well- year. Miss Dent isn't we know Miss Dent is earned retirement, we miss her wise coun- selling and lively interest in all our under- takings. Thirty-One