Brentwood College School - Brentonian Yearbook (Mill Bay, British Columbia Canada)

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B r e 11 1 w o o d College Magazine We deplore the headgear of our Captain of tennis. It seems a pity that he should deprive the fair sex of what we have always deemed to be their prerogative. The photographers have been expectionally busy this term. We congratulate Tom Kelley on three excellent pictures. Taking them in order: No. 1, Th e Runner, is an excellent still life study. Though the runner does not appear in the picture, his absence testified to his speed. He was too fast for Tom. In No. 2, Hrentwood Through the Bushes, there is much to be admired. A better title might have been just Bushes. No. 3, The Picture of the Sitting Pheasant has a definite appeal. There is a certain Je ne sais quoi about it. It instances once again the wonderful protective colouring that Nature affords to her denizens. Try how we would, we were unable to find the pheasant, or to determine whether it was sitting or standing. We presume that it was lying. At the end of the Lent term we were all sorry to hear that Mr. Round was leaving us, to become Headmaster of Kingsley School, North Vancouver. Mr. Hope, in a short and pointed address, emphasised the firm support which Mr. Round, in his capacity of Senior House Master, had always given him. In recognition of his long and valued service, which began with the School, the staff and boys presented him with a desk set. In his speech of thanks, Mr. Round expressed his regrets that he was severing his long and happy associations with Brentwood. We all wish him every happiness and success in his new work. It is with profound regret that we have to say good-bye to Miss Treadaway, who has been with us practically since the School started. Her record has been remarkable in that during nine years of work in Brentwood College she has never, even for one day, been absent from her duties. In a boys ' school one is sometimes apt to under-estimate the work of the Matron, for so much of her work is of that nature which does not readily command attention — the one hundred and one duties that are theirs to perform each day that are absolutely necessary for the smooth and efficient operation of the School, that pass unnoticed by the uninitiated. It is in the unostentatious performance of these duties that Miss Treadaway has excelled. She may be sure that she will carry away from the School the thanks of the staff and boys, past and present, and their best wishes for the future. Presentation to Mr. Round Page Five

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B r e n t w o o d College Magazine Occasional Jottings The time has c ome the Walrus said, To talk of many things. DURING the Lent term we were fortunate in securing the following promi- nent business and professional men of Victoria to come and talk to the senior boys on the subject of careers: Dr. D. M. Baillie, who spoke on the future of medicine; Mr. J. Y. Copeman, on law; Mr. Tom Golby, on mining; Mr. L. A. Grogan, on accountancy, and Mr. R. Mayhew, on the essential qualities of a business man. Under the organisation and guidance of Mr. Phillips, a Reference Library has been started in the School. We now possess some 300 volumes, and shall welcome with grateful thanks any additions thereto from Old Boys or friends of the School. We were heartily glad to welcome to the School, during the Lent term, a team of Old Boys and others who travelled from Vancouver to spur on the newly- formed Oxford Group in the School. :js The slight epidemic that occurred during the Lent term reminded one of that famous Spanish lady whose history is perpetuated in the following lines : There was a young lady from Spain, Who was horribly sick in the train. Not once, but again, and again, and again, And again, and again, and again. We would very much like to know Angus ii ' s time for the cross country; we feel it must be a record. {c 3|s 5|C 5jS We touch our forelocks to one Kidd who had the temerity to take a bath when fully clothed. These St. Michael boys are always asserting their independence. sj= Who is there to tell what wonders this age of progress may yet bring forth? This year has seen one of the Matrons smoking her first cigarette, and the other, on Old Boys ' Day, drinking a glass of beer and singing, Blow the man down, in a fruity contralto. K May we congratulate that fine body of men, the Brentwood Bass and Bari- tone Brigade? To sing the bass of Sun of My Soul was in itself an achieve- ment, but to induce the rest of the School to follow them was simply staggering. More power to you, ye mighty gastric (?) rumblers. Page Four

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B r e n t w o o d College Magazine Brentwoodiana Your attention I crave, while I troll you a stave To complete your inadequate knowledge Of the characters droll who stand on the roll Of Brentwood, our excellent College. Though it costs rather more than a cent would To bring up your sons as a gent would, You get your reward as they mix with the horde Of remarkable scholars at Brentwood. First the Prefects we view ; they ' re a stout hearted crew — In the Upper House, Mackie and Angus — Should a faint whispered word after silence be heard. Pounce like tigers to quiet and slang us ; Lower House boasts of its Peter, Who thinks a moustache makes him sweeter, And the swift Terry Todd who bounds o ' er the sod With the Grace of a Marlene or Greta. In the Senior Matric where the brains are so slick That a pass isn ' t even a gamble, You will find (quite a shock) Wilkinson and Kinloch, Mac, Mannix and Roberts and Campbell ; In the Reading Rooms proud sequestration They work with a grim concentration, Though I have heard it said that rather peeved Head For a week sent them to Preparation. As a general rule we ' re a punctual school. Though we don ' t all have clocks like that Dan Guy; But if any one ' s late, I venture to state It ' s sure to be one of the Angi. When the bell rings at morning or night You may bet to a second it ' s right, For Psychologists state that you cannot be late If you wear black pyjamas like White. Skipper Davidson ' s team you ought all to have seen, Fat like Duncan or tall, lean and narrow ; If the forwards don ' t pack well, Hutch, Selby and Blackwell, Blame Angus and Fraser and Yarrow. There ' s Todd and Hyde, both rather loopy, Kidd, Williams and Symons, the croupy ; That pestilent fury, the Yukoner, Drury, And lastly the arch rabbit, Doopy. Page Six