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

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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

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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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SPECULA GALTONIA 35 gleaming-horses. At the gate of the little log cottage by the road, a rosy- cheeked little boy Che couldn't have been more than threej in a blue and white striped bathing-suit, was gleefully feeding a great, shaggy cinnamon bear, which squatted down on its haunches stood as high as a man. We crossed the Bow, twisting and turning in spirals of turquoise blue down the valley. Now we were on the main thoroughfare, meeting scarlet-shawled, wrinkled, old Indian women, with gaily decorated little stores on all sides and the big, circular rock garden in the centre of the broad road. In an atmosphere like that who can be blamed for doing foolish things. We entered a little store, the one with the most enticing exterior of all and found the interior to be equally attractive. For more than an hour we were completely oblivious to our surroundings while we picked out presents for the members of our families and our friends at home. For our brothers, first we-discarded intricately beaded doeskin moccasins for cowboy suits with fuzzy, swashbuckling trousers and in turn discarded those for dan- gerous looking bows and arrows. We hesitated, were lost and bought them all. We bought bright red and green and white Hudson Bay blankets, Indian needle-work, carved leather pictures. We bought and bought and bought and emerged into the sunshine, blinking and happy, but my happi- ness was not to last long for just then Kay exclaimed violently, Think of leaving all this sunshine and colour and fun in three days and going back to school and slaving for another year! Three days ! I looked furtively into my purse. It looked like a bar- gain sale. All I could see anywhere was ninety-eight cents. It was all very well talking of going home. I had my ticket. I could get there but I had to eat on the way and anybody knows how far ninety-eight cents goes on a train and we would be on it four days and nights. I supposed I might do without food, tell Kay I was train sick or something and nibble at my table napkin while she ate. In two months, however, I hadn't forgotten about nice, fresh, golden honey an' hot biscuits dis mahning, missief' and so I decided to telegraph instead. There was no time to waste so we hurried over to the ticket-ofiice and I began my record-breaking telegram. I thought it might be rather a shock to the nervous system of the family to receive anything as abrupt as Must eat stop send some cash stop. So I wrote out a nice apology, completely explained where my money had gone and said that I knew they would be glad to send me the required sum and how glad they would be to have me back CI found that out laterj and particularly how much I missed and needed them QI was realizing that very acutely at the momentj and reversed the charges. The next evening a money order was brought to my room. I was greatly relieved. Here was the money and not a word of reproach, not even a word. I arrived home, was greeted quite cordially, if not exactly with all the enthusiasm of parents welcoming home a beloved child, and then I went up- stairs to unpack and standing upon my dressing-table was what looked like a beautifully framed motto but on closer examination it looked not only like a huge telegram but also vaguely familiar. -I picked it up and scrawled across the front in exceedingly legible writing were these words. Why not telephone? It's cheaper! 'W