Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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U51 THE ASHBURIAN FOOD FROM THE SKIES By JOHN TYRER HE last remnant of 4300 daring Australian soldiers were dying of hunger. Firmly entrenched between two hordes of the barbarian Turks they had no means of obtaining supplies. Fortunately, however, their alertness had proved superior to the fire and zeal of their enemies. Constant attacks on the Aussies proved to be useless and the enraged Turks were obliged to rely on the starvation campaign which had already taken scores of British lives. Time and time again brave young Aussies had crawled outlnof their natural fortification and had attempted to make a connection with the outside world, but the end was always the same: a shriek of horror and a long, drawn out groan. The situation soon reached a climax and the end was regarded by all as but a matter of time, when the roar of an aeroplane awakened all thoughts of self- preservation left in the small handful of soldiers who only a minute ago were resigned to their fate. Eager eyes tried to pick out the markings on the oncom- ing plane, but without success. The aeroplane came on until it reached the Australian lines and then a long black object was seen to drop. lt's a bomb . XYith a mighty shout, the terrified Aussies plunged head- long into the fusilade of bullets which awaited them. There were no survivors. High up in the sky the airman smiled. He too was an Australian, and he had succeeded where so many of his comrades had failed. He had got through, solo. and had dropped supplies to the starving soldiers,

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THE ASHBURI.-X.N' 'A 'DX The Hcadmasteis House

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THE ASHBURIAN THE BOY'S LAMENT 1 think it's hard for boys to know fust how to treat their Masters. So I thought l'd write this short refrain To see if 1 could just explain. A Master it must aggravate When some poor fool comes in-quite late: When all's explained, with force and verve, A sum, or logarithmic curve, It must make him sometimes doubt his fame To hear the form, en masse, exclaim We think you're wrong, Sir, just the same. CI know that 1 can never see, When a thing's been shown to me, Iust how a man as bright as he Can get the answer out to three: When I have tried and tried, till sore, And then it always comes to four.j Well, do your best to please the dll, He really thinks he's on the level. His word is law to you, my lad, And though we often wish we had Authority to tell him of, Still, 'tis his right to jeer and scoff, fAn advantage which he often takes When we poor stooges make mistakesj So take it, boys, from one who knowsg Be always right, and on your toes: Note the MORAL, don't get soaked , However much you are provoked. D. J. GHENT. 17