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

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Brentwood College Magazine my voice, but to no avail. Then, all of a sudden, the cloud stopped dead and I shot forward like a rocket. Ahead of me I could see a circular shaped object and, as I neared it, I saw that the surface was very rugged. Could this be the moon? Its contour and aspect much resembled what I had read and seen in story books. I landed on this strange object. Was I the first person to reach the moon? I was! I WAS I jumped for joy and, to my utter astonishment, I rose a good one hundred feet, then descended. As soon as I had touched the surface I immediately rose again to the same height as before and descended with like speed. Was this to continue perpetually? I couldn ' t stop! I COULDN ' T STOP Intuitively, without hope of response, I shouted for help and was amazed to learn that my cry had attracted a most strange looking man — I call him this, since man is what he most closely resembled. I appealed to him for help and he replied that he would stop my jumping only if I promised him I wouldn ' t do it again. I promised, and immediately he pulled a nearby lever that had somehow escaped my notice. It occurred to me that this must be the man-in-the-moon. He told me to follow him and led me to a rock where he pushed a button which caused about five square feet of ground to open up before us. There was a winding stairway which he commanded me to descend. Following him for about ten minutes we came into a big room of which the fourth wall was circular and made of glass. He told me that this was the room from which he shone the light down on Mother Earth far below. I looked out and could see a remote object a great distance away. Apparently this was Earth! Without further comment he said it was just about time to turn on the light, and crossed over to the opposite wall and turned a switch. Instantly the wall lighted up with a phosphorescent glow which shone through the glass window. Then, turning suddenly, the man-in-the-moon asked if I should like to live with him, adding in a menacing tone that, whether I should like to or not, such was to be my fate. As he advanced toward me, I swiftly ran for the stairway and darted up the stairs with him close at my heels. Fortunately the exit in the rock was easily found. With gathering speed I emerged and rushed across the rugged surface. Reaching the edge of the planet, I leaped into space . . . and Raymond of the Rangers took the puck from behind his own net and crossed the blue line — a pass to McRae who skates down the ice — he ' s right in front of the net — he shoots — it ' s a GOAL!!! Score is 4 for the Rangers and 2 for the Cubs. Funny, I thought, I was certain the score was one all a few seconds ago. [Page Twenty-Four]

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Brentwood College Magazine PlCI MANI4 I FOUND MYSELF floating through the air. There were lights to the right of me, lights to the left of me; green lights, red lights, and lights of every other colour imaginable — dazzling and vivid before my eyes. I tried to think, but my brain was in a daze. I seemed to hear the murmur of soft voices. I rubbed my eyes and listened intently but could detect nothing but this faint murmuring combined with blinding colours. Then, all at once, my hands grasped a seemingly firm piece of matter and I hung on for dear life. I could see no bottom to this object and my arms were getting tired. I was going to fall! I WAS GOING TO FALL This thought was racing through my mind as my fingers began to lose their hold, then, as suddenly as I had grasped the object, I had lost it and was falling through endless fathoms of space. At last, instead of floating through the air with blinding lights and the accompanying murmur of the unseen voices, I found myself on a grassy knoll with a rainbow background. All around me were tiny little fairies, their blue dresses fluttering in the breeze and their silver wings glistening in the golden sun. They were singing a song that, to my mind, was enchanting. I strove to rise but found myself held down by some unknown force. Of a sudden, I heard a great rumbling noise in the distance, which became louder and louder until my eardrums were almost breaking. I looked around but could see nothing. The fairies were scampering in all directions. In a few moments I found I was utterly alone and completely powerless to oppose whomsoever or whatsoever might be the cause of the unidentified noise. While in this state, I became con- scious of many little specks — thousands of little specks, as far away as the eye could see. They were moving closer, emitting loud booming noises as they approached my direction. Instinctively, I closed my eyes. When next I opened them, it was to see millions of tiny beagled-eyed demons crowding about me. In their hands they carried pitchforks. The leader of the band screeched an order and they all rushed at me with their weapons. In alarm, I put my hands over my eyes and held my breath. I could feel the quick, piercing jabs. Suddenly, the gates of Heaven loomed before my eyes. Drifting through, I rested my tired body on a billowy cloud. My mind was at ease and I lay there blissfully content. It seemed I had only been resting a few moments when a great gust of wind came along, blowing the cloud onward at a fair rate. As the wind and the speed of the cloud increased, I became panic-stricken and screamed and yelled at the top of [Page Twenty -Three}

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Brentwood College Magazine Chapel, Sunday, June 20th, 1943 HE END of another school year is naturally a time for taking stock of our- selves. Some of you are looking forward to a new life, new friends, fresh interests. Others are looking forward, with mixed feelings no doubt, to returning here next September. One and all have reached a milestone and when we reach a milestone we sit down, take a breather and look back along the road we have travelled. This school has now reached its twentieth birthday and as we look back over those years we think, not so much of past Headmasters or staff or of changes in buildings or routine but of the Old Boys — their successes, their strivings and their failings. All that they did or strove to do make up the sum total of what Brentwood is now. You are the school. What you do and think and say — these are making the Brentwood of tomorrow. Not your attainments only. It is not given to all to do the 100 in ten seconds or to swim 50 yards in 25 4 5 seconds, or to gain a form prize or a special prize in any subject; these are all excellent in their way but do not forget what the 1st XV owes to the second XV, do not forget that the prize winners would not have reached their standards were it not for the competition of those lower in Form. No, each and every one of you is doing something to make or mar. The prizes given yesterday are rewards for effort; symbols, if you like. I like to think of them also as symbols of the strivings of those whom, in no derogatory sense, I might term the also rans. We are not all equally gifted, we cannot all be prize winners. The question is; What have you done with your one talent? The school is yet young, traditions are being built. All are helping to build or tear down — there is no static state. Look back then over your time here. If you are taking away prizes or trophies, that is good. The real question is; What are you leaving behind? If your thoughts have been: What reward? What renown? What do I get? then you have failed here and are leaving nothing for those who follow you regardless of the prizes you may be taking with you. You may remember that, in making the award of the Yarrow Shield and Medal yesterday, I referred to this award as our best material prize. We have a greater and more valuable prize to offer and every boy is eligible for it and any number may win it. That prize is the lesson of unselfishness. If you have learnt that lesson you are taking away the best we have to offer and are leaving [Page Twenty-Five]