Glebe Collegiate Institute - Lux Glebana Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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UX GLEBANAGEQQ L 1211 3 THIRD PRIZE, JUNIOR ANG! Y Es, it was a blow-out. Redf haired, freckled-faced Jack Hast- ings looked down sadly at the flat tire. I might have known this would happen I 'I he exclaimed. It's just my luck to have every little piece of glass on the road find a place in my tire. jack?s father had been dead for five years and his mother and three little sisters depended on a small allowance which they obtained from the firm in which his father had been employed. jack had set his heart on entering the race for the Osthern Cup, a race in which all the leading cyclists of the district were entered. Now he had little chance of being able to compete, for he had no money to buy a new inner tube. After a fatiguing walk, the lad drew up finally before a low, dull-coloured wooden house of only one floor. This house, which was his home, contrasted greatly with the neigh- bouring residences, all nestled in the same valley, the others towering above it on either side. Oh, jack, I am so glad you are back! You know I am always afraid you will be hurt speeding on that bicycle of yours , said a pale- faced, motherly woman. I have had bad luck to-day, mother , mur- mured jack. I have a flat tire that can't be fixed. I guess I won't be able to enter the race. That evening as the dejected Hastings family were seated about their small table eating sup- per, a quick knock was heard at the door. Bill Hamilton, one of jack's chums, entered. Don't ,ED ' Er w,i'3,f ALERE FLAMMAM ff! 571 ff ffm 5 X f i ,,Q2 . f l . ff ZM2.aF, 2, I I 7 fl ff ' ' I M' If X, fffi 4 if X f f fi' 1 f 'K If ff, M i...,' V at ff ff fr HERBERT WANLESS 2-E go for your usual walk along the river to-night, Jack , he blurted out excitedly. . Why, Bill, what's the matter? Have you been chased by a bear, or has your little brother swallowed a pin? asked jack, jokingly. Be sensible, jack. Don't go for your walk to-night , he repeated persistently. Why not? asked jack. This morning, when you were practising at the track, I was sitting in the stand watching you. Not far from ine sat Cragstone, the star 'pedaller' from Middletown, and one of his cronies. From what I could make out'of their conversation Cragstone thought that you could beat him. , 'Well, what is so exciting about that? inter- rupted Jack. I haven't finished yet , rejoined Bill. Lis- ten! as they were getting into their car, I heard Cragstone say 'We'll get him to-night'. I think he meant they are going to kidnap youn, con- tinued Bill. f 'fReally! You are no better than a nervous girl , laughed Jack. It was a cloudy, dark evening, and very ghost- like under the trees which lined the river. jack took no heed of Bill's warning, but set 'out for his usual training walk. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes 'at his side, the next instant a cloth was flung over lConlinucd on Page 59 f23f

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UX GLEBANACH5- QAEPALERE FLAMMAM sw f' - in M DEEVY A I C .4 ' a we ai ee 2- f 9 if QE - FIRST PRIZE, JUNIOR 54,51 ?g G Ili X , Wil, . af fi -fee-H HE DAY had been sultry, dark and ff 7 ig ng K4 15- fu oppressive. The night was !., YNY , 'd '-' worse, consequently, when we ef F mmf---H A awoke next morning it was with JW ef- gf f- T-T' sour dispositions and sleep-laden eyes. jig .A TT' ' ixmkeim There was one individual in our village ' whose eyes were ringed, not by loss of -, realms. wr sleep but by tears. She was Widow 115,-mfijfu Trason. If ever there was a person struck by ill-fortune it was that woman. Her husband had died five or six years after their marriage, leaving a boy of four. The widow strove to give her son opportunities which the other village boys enjoyed, but when the lad PAUL FOX 11-C was Hfteen he ran away. Then, one unforget- table night, he returned. Yes, he returned, but what a return, with his conscience troubling him and the police on his trail! It was soon whispered about town that he had stolen a car and robbed a bank, then he had fled back to his home town to his mother. His friends for a few days devised plans for his escape from the police. The latter, it was reported, were quickly nearing the village, and, therefore, it was with amazement I heard john MacCallaughn, the oldest and wisest citizen in our community, call the fugitive into his store and offer to tell him a story. A story at this time in the boy's life, a story! Any of Mac- Callaughn's offers were something of a com- mand, so the boy humbly sat down on a convenient soap box. I followed Trason into the dingy general store. There among the boxes of biscuits, kegs of cider, boots, clothes, lanterns, hammers, and farm implements Mac- Callauffhn began his story. thirty years ago, when I was in an About Halifax, a man I knew by the name of Dan McDeevy signed aboard a fairly small sailing vessel, the Denver Lad, as Hrst mate. Where they got the name I don't know, but anyway that isn't the story. The captain was a short, crabbed little man, with a shoremaifs tactics. He knew next to nothing about sailing, it seems he held his position through his friends, the directors of the company which owned the boat. Five days out of port the ship struck heavy weather. The wind tore at the sails, and the sea rose. The vessel scudded before the wind with masts practically bare. The captain left the deck and descended to his cabin. Mc- Deevy took command and issued orders of his own. The captain learned of this, and, jealous of the mate's popularity with the men, anyway, and realizing his own inferiority in the aft of sailing, began to interfere. His orders con- flicted with those of McDeevy. Well, the little ship tossed about, shipping water. For three more days things kept on in the same state. On the fourth morning the mate visited the captain in the latteris cabin. The conversation began politely. After a few minutes' talk the first mate came to the point of his visit. He requested that he be allowed to run the ship until it reached port or at least till the rough weather abated. With a shout the captain jumped to his feet, as if he had been shot, 'Na, of course not, ye fuili, he roared. He stood still for one short second, his fat little face as red as a beet, then, fairly bursting with rage, he bel- lowed, 'I'll thank ye to git out o' me cabin, too, Mr. McDeevy.' The mate strode to the door, 'If that's the way you feel maybe you won't be here in the morning to change your mind.' With that he slammed the door. The next morning the captain was found on the deck in front of his cabin with a knife in his back. Not many of the men were sorry either. lConlinued on Page 60 422k

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UX GLEBANAGEQQ QEPALERE FLAMMAM PYRAMIDS HE GREATEST mystery, and oldest chronological records in Egypt, if not in the world, are the Pyramids - about seventy of which are still stand- ing in the Valley of the Nile. They belong to a pre-historic age, are among the earliest monu- ments of man, and stand on hard rock about one hundred feet above the overflow of the Nile. Even the earthquakes of forty centuries have failed to move them from their Hrm foundations. Pyramids were evidently erected as tombs for powerful kings or gods. The ancient ISABELLE MITCHELL 4-E feet five inches wide and three feet eleven inches high, situated fifty feet above the base. It appears to have been cut after the pyramid was built. On entering this passage one may descend several feet before progress is halted by a granite plug, which closes up the entry entirely. By taking a short detour to the right and clambering through a narrow hole, torch Egyptians believed thought that the pre- servation of the body was necessary to en- sure an entrance to the second world. The most elaborate precautions were taken to preserve kingsandgods. Gods totheEgyptianswere cattle and alligators. Many pyramids have been opened contain- ing the embalmed bodies of these ani- mals. Although it seems preposterous, these simple animals often explain the pre- sence of the huge mountains of stone which stand along the Nile. The largest pyra in eternity, but they in hand, about stifled with dust, one em- erges into the pass- age ascending to the king's and queen's chamber where no- thing is to be seen ex- cept the empty, lid- less sarcophagus of the once mighty, but now unknown build- er of this vast sepul- chre. With the aid of a few Arabs one can ascend to the top of the Pyramids. From any of them a niag- nificent view may be seen. I have a clear picture of what I would see, and of what I would think from this strategic point. Beneath our QA 5 lr - ...fg deux as n V' 31 . :ffl A I lffi. , ' I I .L Er., , -..W - yi' 1- ..., -. '.'f?,.a,- vi. ,.'.- P --Q' f--- , i. ffjlp -f ' -- my ,A+ ,x , , aw -ttffe''f?i?vff34QTQf.,,--ffe '7 A ' e 5. ---. :lf ' .,..:-ff? if'Lf f7 f fe . I , 2- 'V T ff Eu' M- . A 1 , 'ig-, 5912 Zi ' ft ' E.. ,,f.. r I -.-- frvzidf' of . I 5-'fHXafe,4?gi2eiQ.,-Q 11 , fi '- ..:j-xg, feet repose the dead of f mid, known as Cheops, orty centuries. The covers an area of more than thirty acres, and rises to a height of four hundred feet. It is made of huge stone blocks, some being from twenty to thirty feet long. This pyramid con- tains enough material to build a city twice as large as Ottawa, including all public edihces. It is recorded that forty thousand men Iaboured for twenty years to complete this monument. But how the huge stone blocks were carved and put in place with the crude instruments of the day remains a mystery to the world. The entrance of the Cheops Pyramid, which was originally closed, is a narrow passage three majestic Nile meanders to the north, to the west stretches the desert with its drifting sands and its waving palm-trees. The wind moans around the astounding height of the pyramid. Far down on the sands below, tiny specks are approaching. They are camels carrying more casual observers. How many generations these pyramids must have seen! How many famous men! I envy them their knowledge. They must have enjoyed seeing men like Napoleon marching in their shadows. And yet while more generations pass, they stand in the Valley of the Nile, silent, unmoved, and watchful. 424k '