Collingwood District Collegiate Institute - Gleaner Yearbook (Collingwood, Ontario Canada)

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The years rolled by now with Ruth establishing.himself as one of the greatest ' 0 TC. The Babe Ruth Story ln September l9h8 death struck a great national figure innthe persfn O: Geirre Herman Ruth affectionately known to all sports lovers as :ale Ruta . lor .nree -ast years his illness was a worry to all who loved him. For a time before his serious attack he rallied and made a few brief public appearances, bu? K9 WHS H fn' pallid ghost of his former self and although fighting valiantly until the final onslaught came, the great heart stopped forever. Babe Ruth was a hungry, wistful, kid in 1906, when Brother Matthias, the teacher priest from St. Mary's Industrial School,induced his father to let him have the boy at the school. By the time seven years had rolled around he had grown up proficient in the tailors' trade which St. Mary's rad taught him, although never really happy without a baseball in his hand. When the Christmas snows of 1913 lay white in the back yards of Baltimore, Brother Matthias said to him uBy next spring you will be working outside and I will miss you.H The boy answered softly, uSt. Mary's has been good to me and so have you Brother Matthiasg you sure make a fellow feel a lot better than he really is.n quiet In the Brother's study waited Jack Dunn, manager of the Baltimore Orioles who had looked Babe over that previous summer and liked what he saw. So that spring of 1913 Babe was an oriole. By the end of the season he was a green rookie no longer. He had defeated Connie Mack's world Athletic Champion and led all International League Pitchers. Back in Boston he was riding the crest. The boys on the team called him nFancy Dann, because of his silk shirts and flannels but Brother Matthias was not worried over the boys lack of modesty for he knew under the big, bulky, flashy, exterior George had a heart and there was not one kid at St. Mary's to whom he would not have given his last silk shirt. Then Brother Matthias heard different newsg nRuthn had been taken from the pitcher's mound and turned in a great performance in left field. He had hit the longest home run in the history of baseball, a six-hundred foot blow. Then came the world's Series scandal when a few players of the Chicago white sox confessed to throwing the Serieswvith Cincinatti. The cleanest sport in history had disgraced itself. It seemed as though baseball was to be finished, but this did not affect Babe Ruth for he went on hitting home runs ending the season with fifty-nine. Wrigley Field Chicago, was the town of a new day for the great hitter. Before the game Babe had gone to see a dying boy Johnny Jackson, whose father had telephoned begging him for an autographed ball for his son. Before he left he said nJohnnyH, I'll sock a home run in centre bleachers for you, that's a promisen. with two strikes on him in the last inning he pointed to a flag-pole. Amid the uproar of booing came the crack of the bat, a home run for Johnny Jackson. attractions in baseball. May 25th, 1935 was the day he turned in shoes for the last time, a day written in black letters for baseball. has gone but to millions of kids and grown-ups alike his spirit still On his death-bed he said, nBrother Matthias, arn't kids a know people should always be more like Kid s.u Truly he Command, nSuffer the little children to come unto me, for Heaven.n By: Carol Brophy, wonderful heeded the such is the XIIA his spike Babe Ruth lives on. race? You Master's Kingdom of First in Public Speaking Contest

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SPEED, MAN'S DESTINATION Watching the road ahead of me and glancing once in a while at the flashing countryside through my side-window, I felt at peace as speed raced me on to my destination. Then the happiness was gone as two automobiles side-stepped me and left me gazing at their tail-lights and then I felt alone as I realized that Mr. Speed had left me to go on ahead with the others. Hwhy do people drive at this reckless speed, I wondered. 'Why do they still want to go faster? Was man born a speed demon who will never be satisfied?N Momentarily I came out of my trance as two jet planes flew over me going faster than sound, and I realized that speed is affecting almost every walk of life. In industry, transportation, sports, police protection, and war, speed is the main factor being stressed. The assembly line workers in plants get more money for every extrapractisethey produce above their quota. In sports the track and field runners practice all their life so that they can run a mile in a faster time than any other human. Then the weapons of destruction bring down a curtain on speed. It now appears that if war was declared to-day, it would be over by tomorrow as the push-button rockets and planes of to-day travel miles in half- seconds. what is the limit to how fast a human being can travel? There is no limit. But man cannot control his destination at that speed, you may say. But you are wrong. What man cannot do, a man-made machine will do it for him. A jet plane pilot is not fast enough in his reflexes to avoid an oncoming plane directly in his path, as his eyes do not see it fast enough, but that is where man's genius steps in. An electric eye in the nose of the plane, sees the oncoming crash and, in a split second changes the plane's course, while the pilot sits there and does not even have time to wonderfrom where the other plane came. Similarly other defects in man's composition are overcome and a few more hundred miles per hour are added to the speed of man. In industry, the demand for more and more speed is introduced every day. A very simple solution for this is to install more machines. But what does the human being do? He invents another machine thatggoes twice as fast and therefore makes twice as many articles in the same time. Every year more power and speed is added to the automobile. To lessen the addition of danger with the addition of more speed, new safety devices are included. In the automobile of to-day, items such as power brakes, power steering, and low pressure tires, which were accessories a few years back, have become standard equipment to make travelling and transportation both faster and safer. On certain nights if you follow the cheers of a huge crowd to some stadium, you will see that one of the favourite pastimes of a human being is to watch speed perform. A flashing hockey game, a speedy football contest, a reckless bob-sled race, or a death-defying stock-car race, any one of these, partially satisfies man's desire for speed and more speed. Nherever you look, speed lurks there in some form, for man's destination is speed. Even death seems in a hurry as life seems to speed by through the years and arrives much too soon. By: Ed. Garback XIIA Second in Upper School Essay

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NY CHOICE Have you ever been asked the question, Nwhich season of the year, do you prefer?H If so did you have to ponder the question in your mind for a while? It is really a question which should not be answered without some serious thought, because when we take each season separately and measure its qualities, each in its own way abounds with beauty and wonder beyond belief. Spring, when every tree and flower seems to just burst into life from a long, refreshing slumberg Summer, with her warm sunshine providing joy for young and old, Autumn, rich with wondrous colours, and Winter - this is my choice - ah, yes, winter, when this big wide, wonderful earth is covered with a blanket of white, and every flower and shrub disappears from view, having been once more tucked in for a cozy nap. when I awoke the other morning and gazed out the window, the exquisite scene that was before my eyes made me just stop and utter a prayer of thanks to our Maker, for providing such a beautiful world for us to live in. Everything was covered with a fluffy coating of white down, which seemed to sparkle and dance as the sun shone majestically on it from out of the blue sky above. The ever- greens were looking quite elegant, as if they were ready to go off to some special occasion, in their dress of soft white. All the fence posts were capped, and the world looked so fresh and neat, just like a child after a fond mother has scrubbed him until he is spotless and nearly shines. It seemed almost a sin that this lovely scene would soon be marred in different ways by man, as he went about his many tasks. Yet, do we really appreciate all this that has been provided for us, too busy, rushing here and there to notice the beauty of the world? The next time you are hurrying down the street, instead of wondering going to arrive at your destination on time, look right after you just pause a moment, take a look around you, and see if you, too,are sed and thankful that you live in such a beautiful and scenic world? By: Gail McLean XB First in Lower School Essay. The Metis He loved to feel his paddle surge against the rapids roar, To feel the r1ver's spume and spray against his weathered cheek, To guide his craft to safety where the screaming eagles soar, And the hidden forest trails of red men seek. His arm was brawng his eye was clear - as water from a spring, And when the steering oar was in his hand it seemed a living thing, So true it kept the hidden rocks and snags afar-- But now those days are distant as the ghostly evening star. To-day he sits with beard as white Outside the trading those who some And wonder if a man skilfully as he Canoed his winter's wizened as snow post to and go, is left load of OI' are we if you are do arrive, not impres- face and muse on who fur to the country near the sea. No longer can he race with death on every rapid, shoot and falls, N0 longer does he leave the town when the friendly forest His limbs that once w re hard are withered like a leaf. All that's left to do is wait in memories and peace. calls. as iron the end Byz- Rosemary Ruppert XIB First in Upper School Poetry ll-