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

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PAPA Tu l C U L' A A L' Pnuvrvs' ' decided that the poor old thing must be asleep. He laid down the bag, and rather timidly held a bun to the tip of the trunk. But the elephant took no notice. He patted the cold, damp trunk, but the elephant did not move. He patted harder, and still nothing happened. Then Jack tried to think how one talked to an elephant to make it understand. But even then the elephant took no notice. Suddenly, Jack understood What had happened. The elephant was dead-starved. He had brought the buns too late. The lump in his throat turned to real sobs, and he turned home broken- hearted. Jack will never forget the incident, and the shock he got when his father told him it was only a leathery, trunky pipe, coming out of a tank, to give the railway engines Water. LITERARY SOCIETY EXECUTIVE F ground-Honor Bailie, 2nd Vice-Pres.: Jerome Dietrich, lst Vice-Pres.: Gladys NVildman, Sec'y. B kground-Hume Wilkins, Pres.5 Jack Dawson, Councillor: Douglas Kemp, Sec. of Gen. Committee. 36 ,,' . 7,2-Z-F-, ,,..'-'

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PAM T'-'Sl U L' A A Pnrrvs H '- if The Supposed Elephant By CATHERINE BOWMAN N elephant lived in a square box outside the railway station, near the opening of the tunnel. Jack might not have been so perfectly cer- tain if his father had not told him it was an elephant. But Jack had seen the trunk himself-the long, leathery trunk with water dripping from the top of it. He had seen it when he was driving in the car with his father, and was obliged to wait because the gates across the road were shut down to let the train pass. The engine stood some dis- tance away, outside the trunk, by the square box and Jack said, Oh, Dad, look! There's an elephant's trunkf' Dad looked, and answered gravely, Yes, it's an elephant's trunk. They keep the poor brute in that tank, and he's hungry. He's even trying to get something to eat out of the engine. Jack looked again, and he could just see that the trunk seemed to be feeling about inside the engine. Presently the engine-driver pushed it out, and it fell back, all dripping with waiter. They gave it nothing but water. Jack thought that was mean of the railway station. He was very quiet all the way home, although generally he had many things to tell his father. Jack loved all animals. He knew what a lot elephants wanted to eat, but this poor elephant had nothing at all-nothing but water. He felt so miserable that he could not go to sleep for hours and hours. In the morn- ing the thought made his own cereal taste quite horrid, it even spoiled the egg sitting on a beautiful bit of buttered toast. If his father had not been in such a hurry at breakfast, he might have known that Jack's mind was far away. He was beginning to make a plan. If the railway station would not, and his father could not, he must go and feed the elephant him- self. He would go in the night after his mother had put him to bed. The other worry was money. But after inve-stigating his bank he thought he had enough of it. The buns were soon purchased and hidden under the bushes in the garden. He felt sure that if his mother saw the bags she would ask awkward questions. He was afraid, too, that Rags, his terrier, would steal the buns. For the rest of the day Jack was under a great strain of anxiety. It seemed ages and ages before his mother tucked him in, kissed him good-night, and went away to the kitchen. Directly she had gone, Jack was out of bed and pulling on his socks. Ten minutes later, he was slipping out of the house, very quietly, with most of his clothes buttoned in the wrong button-holes, because he had never put on all his clothes alone be- fore. It was quite a long way to the station, and it was getting dark when Jack slipped through its white gate. Nobody saw him as he made his way towards the elephant's house. Not a sound came from the animal, and Jack ' 35 H-xx ' b ' T T ,

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'il l' .,,, , V . ' . if . 11 . Janet EATED at one of the long study-tables in our museum the interview with our Girl Captain began. Before me sat the victim, a most attractive victim, you might even say a delectable victim. For the girl who bears the burden of the weaker sex of the school on her sturdy shoulders is a favourite of nature and gentlemen alikeg a sunny-haired blonde, blue-eyed, rosy cheeked, deliciously snub-nosed, with a sudden sweet smile. This is Janet. She is a splendid student. Although forced to miss an entire year of school, she came back and stepped into academic life as if she had never missed a day. However, fair Janet is no bookworm. On field day in 1928 she walked off with the Senior Girls' Championship. She has graced the Softball Team through three successful seasons. Last year she made the Basketball Team. This year she starred as a fast, hard fighting, almost invulnerable defenceman. Our versatile Janet has still some cards up her sleeve. In '29 and '30 she decorated the stage as Secretary of the Literary Society. Now she is the mother of us all, Captain of the feminine body of the school, elected by the girls for her ability, her sportsmanship and for herse.lf. Swimming and ball are her favourite pastimes-skates beautifully- plays tennis, but doesn't like it much-has naturally curly air-organized a kitchen orchestra for a Lit. meeting-uses only powder-eats breakfast -likes dancing-wears a great deal of blue and green-likes stories of adventure and travel-is fond of Richard Haliburton-is not averse to a sentimental novel now and then-and loves chocolate ice cream. Janet believes we should have serious little things like Student Councils and Dramatic Clubs around the School, which might promote more friendly relations between students and staff. One of the things I think we really should have, Janet insisted, is a regulation uniform for the girls, you know, tunic and Margaret Eaton blouse. Evening dresses in the classroom must be distracting to the boys. Janet likes pre.sent day fashions. She approves of long skirts for even- ing but hates them for day-prefers bobbed hair to long-dislikes the spring hats. .i'Another thing, Janet waxed ene.rgetic, I'd like to take a scrubbing- brush to a few of our phantom faces, the ones that look kalsomined, and scrub until they shone. Janet positively radiated excitement. Don't you think a tea-dance would be a great way to end the basketball season ? she suggested sudden- ly, and that is the last idea I have. No doubt the rest of the school will agree that her last idea was a great one. 37