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

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'14 I' '-4- .,.,. -V I 1 . if . if Say, you got me all beat in fishing, and if you say Toby's not a hound, let's shake hands and be friends. Well, conceded the. boy, if Toby's a hound, he's a good old hound ianyvzay, and if I beat you in fishing, you can beat me all hollow in wrest- mg. Peter felt very grand, magnanimous, and forgiving as he shook hands with the boy. What's your name ? inquired Peter. Tony, replied the boy, just call me Tony. Say, Tony, will you come fishing to-morrow ? Sure, any time, rain or shine. Oh, gee, was all Peter could say. Life was worth living once more. CC C6 ll '52 Tassie's Apes By HUME WILKINS LAD in dressing gown and slippers I am seated before a glowing fire- place, musing over the contents of a book of verse I hold in my hand. The writer was a man who loved and cared for our school for forty years-David MacGeorge. One of his story-poems appeals strangely to my mind, and by and by I begin to see the incidents of the tale taking shape the the red-gold flames. An etching of old Tassie School, a gloomy pile on its emerald campus, develops. Slowly a knot of boys comes into my per- spective, and I recognize them as some of Tassie's Apes. The crackling of the fire is metamorphosed into voices, and I listen, entranced. J ack- When ? Dick- To-night, while he's marking those exercises. Harry- Suppose he hears us ? Dick-'fWe'll beat it if he turns up. I - Harry- But he'll quiz everybody to-morrow until he finds out who it was. Fred.- Well, then, we-'ll confess-surely we can all stand the cane by this time. Harry- But how will he ever get it back ? Dick- Oh, you're too conscientious altogether, we've got to have a little fun, even though somebody does smart for it. Jim.- That's what I think-we haven't done anything exciting for months and months. Dick- N ow, father and mother are away, and I'm alone at home. As soon as I've had supper, Illl snitch some doughnuts and a pie from the pantry, and then call for Jim-he1's going to bunk with me to-night. We'll hike over to the Head's barn, and I'll climb in the little window, and unbolt the front door, while Jim watches the house. Len.- But where do we come in ? Dick- Oh, by that time you'll have finished tea, and you can all follow us over. When I meow like a cat, you'll creep up beside the hedge, to the 29

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EMPER Semrsnn 'PARA -rus N C U L. A A PARATUS ' ' big door. I'll give another meow, and open it. Then you'll quick grab the shafts, and pull the carriage out. We'll have to be quiet in the drive, but as soon as we get the old shay on the road, we'll go like wildfire. Geoff.- Good boy, Dick, count on me. Chorus- And me-and me-and me- The scene gradually shifts, and to my mind the flames present an old- fashioned dining-room. As in the former picture, people become part of the view, and I know them to be William Tassie, and his wife. He is read- ing a news journal while Mrs. Tassie clears the tea-table. She speaks. Mrs. Tassie- William. Mr. Tassie fstartingj- Yes, my dear, what is it ? Mrs. Tassie- Shall you be very busy this evening ? Mr. Tassie- Oh, yes, yes-I had forgotten-there are some exercises to mark. But why do you ask ? Mrs. Tassie- Oh, for no important reason, William. I thought we might take a drive, it is a beautiful night. Mr. Tassie- N ot now : I'm sorry, but to-morrow evening we shall go, if the weather is fine. But I must go to my study. tHe risesj. Mrs. Tassie- Before you go, William, please take the cat to the barn. He drank half the pan of cream I had in the cellar to-day, and I won't have him in the house another night. Mr. Tassie- Yes, I will take him : come pussf' tHe picks up Thomas, who is rubbing against his leg, and leaves the roomj. Again my imagination waves its wand, and the scene changes. I see a dozen boys laboriously pulling a huge carriage out of the Tassie driveway, and into the road. They rattle the cab off out of sight, 'and all is dark again. Now, mistily, a campfire circle appears. The same boys are standing about the blaze, and their chatter becomes more distinct as I watch. In the background I distinguish the outline of the Head's carriage. Dick fmopping his forehead with a huge handkerchiefj- Phew, many more pulls like that would about do me up-I'm tired. Fred- And ready to eat. Jim- Where's the stuff, Dick ? Dick- Here it is, in this bag. I brought lots of doughnuts, so we'l1 have something to travel home on. J im- I see, you want us to roll home. Dick- Oh, you're a doughnut. Harry fdolefullyj- I suppose the Head will whale us to-morrow. Len.- Good-night, forget it. Let's have our fun while we're at it- sufficient unto the day-here, Dick, I'm dying for a doughnut. Dick- Catch-what'll we sing? Joe.- Sweet Adeline-here she goes. fHe leads, and as the dough-I nuts are passd, they all sing-abandon becomes more joyous, and the song swells into a paean-suddenly a stentorian, but pleasant voice makes itself heard.j ' 30