Danforth Technical School - Tech Tatler Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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34 tn f . , I-1 : N , f----L E - - -1 rv I ,- ll. 4- QE 3 . he y T H .Q A f Q - P lfl if il i K Ei i 2 -5-:-'I-'Z'-Ei -' 4 - Ili a ' zz : Z i--. Q 1.15. - 'i - T 7 -Y -1-ni W!!-!!+Y!f!NFNv!N+'UNUUNMVMMYM MNNYUMYNM. Q N 9 Gunn 1Bnnlx is the Ililrecinus iI.ife:'IBlnnl1 nf a Slbaater Spirit. Tell England By ERNEST RAYMOND The first part of this excellent book deals with -the problems, joys and sorrows of three small boys attending Kensingtowe Boarding School, one of whom is telling the the story. His name is Rupert Ray and he and his two chums provide never-failing interest in their adventures which invariably end in punishment of some sort. ln the second part we see the boys grown up and enlisted in the Great War. We are told of their adventures and hardships in an ap- pealing Way. Just before they go over the top Rupert writes a chapter and concludes by saying that he will Hnish the story when it is all over. The story, however is never finish- ed, for Rupert does not come out alive. This book makes one laugh and cry, in turn. It is one of the best that is Written.-Marion Thompson. The Path of Glory By GEORGE BLAKE HThe Path of Gloryl' is a story of one of those Hunknown soldiers who fought at Gallipoli and died gloriously for his country, but whose death did not really matter, not even to his own loyal, simple, self. It is claimed that this is the first war story to be screened in Gal- lipoli. The author gives a perfect description of the monontony, the blankness, the orders, attacks, and the retreats, the endless waits in sordid quarters. Col. Macauley is the hero, who finds himself in the Great War, wondering what it is all about. He was wounded, and left alone, in awful misery, dying on a sunbaked bluff, above the Mediterranean, too sick to be worth patching up. So he died. Just another of the million or so. Even his memory does not trouble his relatives and the beloved left behind. This is the story of a mere man, doing his duty and getting nothing and no- where for it. A stern reminder of the horrors and brutality of war. '- 'E'Ueb'n Merkley. Bambi By FELIX SALTEN Bambi is an idyll of forest life, a delicious book not only for child- ren but for adults as well. It is the life story of a forest deer. The success of this book is the way the author puts words in the mouths of animals. It is particularly recom- mended for sportsmen.-E. Lamb.

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TECH TATLER 35 0:00:00 00, 0 00:00:00:00:00:00:00:00:00:0 0:00:00:00:00:00:0 0:00 00 0 0? 0 0 ' 0 'f' dlibe Glbeamng of 2' 0:0 ' z0 'S' QEHUBUIHU an '0' 'z' 0 , :0 -.- 1152 Qrtbur ihsmzr .g. 0:0 0:0 0:0020 0:00:00:00:0 0:00:0 0z00:00:00:00:00z0 0:00:00:00:0 020020020010 0z00:0 VER the whole of this American Continent there is manifested every kind of an expression imaginative from that of the oldest civilization to the very recent development of the present day. There are records of ancient highways and peoples long since overgrown in jungle or buried be- neath the sands of the desert. Whole peoples have disappeared and the only evidence we have of their existence is the record of Art. Things that have been carved in stone and marble or wrought in metal, ornaments, and pottery, idols, bronze and gold ornament, weapons and ceremonial relics. The white man has conquered the ancient races and made them subject to the customs and laws of European tradition, the ancient altars have been destroyed and the people divested from their mode of life ownership. Aztecs, Incas, Toltecs, races lost in the mist of the ages. The Indian of the coast and the plains, the wood and jungles have nearly disappeared and we see there art only in museums. We believe now that these ancient peoples have something for us, that their arts of design, derived from their native environment, the forms of their mountains, trees, animals and birds are of interest to us because of the beauty of under- standing of their craftsmen. Something genuine in the form of earth and all living growth have still a great significance in molding the art of our own day. Art arises out of a definite need to create forms of beauty giving to the earthly images the power to sustain the spirit through all the stages of human existence. Thus in one age asavagedecorates his paddle or his weapons with strange devices of geometric forms or paints a prayer for rain on a piece of pottery, in an arid land. Either through fear of the un- known or to inspire fear in an enemy, these forms of beauty in design were created and they came down to us revealing their native origin. What we see in a museum of native art are not just curios-once they served the needs of man. Mankind always has gone to nature for sustenance finding so- lace in the woods and beauty in the trees -in rivers and the voices that speak through the storm or from the mountains. We are no longer in- spired by fear, because we walk securely, protected from wrath and superstition by our faith and feeling of safety. We still go to nature for beauty and sustenance but for another purpose than to propitiate angry gods or to ward off the evil spirits. The artist is the one-whether poet-painter-musician or sculp- tor who still creates for us the form of our environment, weaving the ma- gic of line, tone and colour into their creative expressions. Not merely for decoration or commercial purposes--to acclaim a superiority but as in the ancient days to prove that if we would be above the lower animals we must bring to nature affection and a desire to understand and to create, that beauty may not die. That is the plain duty and priv- elege of every artist - to produce- and the pleasure of every individua