Galt Collegiate Institute and Vocational School - Specula Galtonia Yearbook (Galt, Ontario Canada)

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SPECULA GALTONIA 33 The Game By ELSIE KEFFER CHARACTERS Gladia, Jessica, Bettina, Lylina, Jeanina ...................................... 3a forwards Maria, Maha, Janetta, Dorisa ............................................................ 3a guards The C. S. Basketball team, consisting of Hester, Marj., Virginia, Gertie, Eleanor, and others, a referee and a crowd of spectators. SCENE I-In the Lower Gym. The C. S. team and the 3a team at either end of the Gym. Malia, Ma- ria, Janetta and Dorisa, standing near the basket. Malia- Methinks I'll have to grow to guard yon Hester I Maria- Thinkest thou so, good Malia? If thou do not so, I fear we will a worse to-day. Janetta- Oh be not so downhearted, good Maria, for I do perceive yon Hester limping with a sore foot got yesterday when one Colossus tread upon her toe. Malia- Oh that I could be such a Colossus I Maria- If so I have no fear of to-day's victory. Enter Gladia followed by Bettina, Jessica, Elsia, Lylina and Jeanina. Gladia- Friends all, I bid you stand ho for shooting practice. All- Silence, Gladia speaks! Gladia- Be not discouraged if to-day Victory fails to come our way, One pennant stills hangs on our wall We've one more chance in volley-ball! Bettina- Our worthy leader speaks true. -Let us hie for shooting practice. SCENE II-The other end of the Gym. C. S. players shooting for the basket. Virginia- Oh that I knew the end of to-day's business. Marj.- Be not impatient, noble friend. Victory is ours, if thou dost keep the ball from their Mercury, Bettina, for the elders say she .doth possess great skill in shooting. Hester- Good Eleanor, take heed of Elsia, Gertie mark well J eanina, and Virginia, trust not Bettina for she is quick and her wily tricks deceive many a guard- Whistle blows. Marj.- The time is here, dear friends, pray the gods to help us in our warfare. SCENE III-The Game-Six players from each team rushing around, Referee, Spectators. Bettina- I would my guard would not distrust me so, for she stays beside me like a parent ready to catch from falling, a toddling child. Elsia- My guard doth bear me hard, for I feel her knocking me about like a puppet.

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32 SPECULA GALTONIA couldn't be posted-it just couldn't-was there any way of opening a post- box ? Sandy's little mind had grasped the word letter -why anyone should want that little piece of paper with the green square in the corner, was outside his powers of reasoning-but if the return of the letter would re- instate him in the affections of the Lady, then it was a good thing-a very good thing-that, instead of tearing it all up, he had buried the unmolested, part. ' A gleaming auburn streak upset two spindle-legged chairs on the highly polished floor-raced down the hall, frantically fanning the air with his forepaws as he slid on one of those ridiculous little carpets they had here and there on the floor-was precipitated down the front steps-eager- ly ruined the flower bed and the surrounding walk with huge gusts of fly- ing earth-ah, at last! The little dog pranced in so jauntily, so hopefully, with a disreputalrle piece of pulpy paper between his jaws-his eyes portrayed so many emo- tions-showed his yearning to be friendly-to be a Good dog-no one could scold him-and he had the letter. The Lady's sigh of relief showed he had done the right thing, and her cooing words told him he was forgiven every- thing--even the mud he had in his haste brought in. All this just lgecause he had brought back a letter. Human beings are very queer Sandy mused, as he neatly man- oeuvered a new and luscious bone. fir! The Stream of Life By ISABEL GOURLAY Life is like a silvery stream Along a forest glade, With swaying trees on either bank And coolness in their shade. The water-lilies glistening white Are loving thoughts and true, While roses, wild along the edge The kindly things you do. The snags one always finds about Are chances to do wrong, But steering straight we miss their blows And pass them with a song. The stream of life has bends and turns And dreaming lures us far, Until at last the waters end Beyond the shining bar.

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34 SPECULA GALTONIA Malia- O that I could jump down a rabbit's hole and grow as Alice in Wonderland ! Jeanina- I do perceive the odds are against us. lst Spectator- Methinks I'll cheer for C. S. for if cheers counted 3a would have the lead. 2nd Spectator- I'll cheer for 3a. 3rd Spectator- The whistle blows! Three-quarter time 'tis said. Hark ye, 'tis Gracia who speaks. Gracia emerges from the crowd. ' Gracia- Friends, 3a-ers, country-men, lend me thine ears and thy 'kerchiefs, for I have a cold and cannot speak so loudly. A Dorisa- Poor soul! Her hands are as red as fire with washing out her 'kerchiefsf' Gladia- Begone ! Friends, list not to common laughersf' Elsia- The shield is not for us. Two years wefve missed it, missed it twice, we're sure to miss it thrice! Jessica- Have not such unhappy cogitations, friends, pray to the gods to guide your shots to victory. SCENE IV-Starting of the Fourth quarter. Bettina- Here, Jeanina! the ball! Let not the guards receive it! Elsia- Here 'tis, good friend, now hie and get a basket. lst Spectator- Three more points and 3a will have the lead. 2nd Spectator- I do perceive, good Janetta, Maria and Bettina put to silence for being over rough. lst Spectator- It is to bad and mark how their team is changed. See how their friends do take their place, with forwards changing to guards, surely this is a strange phenomenon. 3rd Spectator- But mark ye, now the play begins afresh. First, 'tis 3a and then C. S. whose balls drop in triumph through the net. 2nd Spectator- 3a is sure to be victorious! Mark how they fight to keep the ball far from C. S. territory. lst Spectator- Nay, C. S. is still ahead. 3a has still three points to make. Hark! the whistle blows! Full time is up. The game is won-and lost. ix! A Telegram By MARION STUART HIS is the story of how a telegram was framed. We were walking down the main road in Banff, the sun was shining on the mountains behind us, making their snowy peaks sparkle and shimmer, but we were enveloped in the shade of the mighty pines, which overhang the road from both sides and fill the air with their spicy frag- rance. Half-way up the hill the huge Canadian Pacific Hotel loomed, a dark and mysterious creature with a thousand eyes. Two red-coated mounted police came trotting down the bridle path to our right, mounted on sleekly