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

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lux GLEBANACXQ9- QQPALERE FLAMMAM SCENCES AT UN-DA-DA-WAKS AT GOLDEN LAKE 'The happy Zwmting gromzds of Glebe Boys ,....... ....... , ...,, . ......, , .......Xx. .... ...... M ,.,, q,, , . , , 1 I 4371?

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UX GLEBANA'-ga QHDALERE FLAMMAM CAMP ON - DA - DA -WAKS Clndian for Men-of-the-Woodip . X A f, .. ONE hot evening late in June,we were sitting lazily on the front verandah when somebody said: I h qu 1 f .1 ,NJ --tu , w.- if 1-Q! :SQ K : I ,f 5 1 Now that school is 1 I . ii 'arg 1 i rf Q Xi .f fall: ' over let's talk about the fi' ,H summer holidays. Is any- TXN body here going up to 5' ' 'YL -T' camp this year? There was silence for a moment and then one fellow asked, What Camp? The HY camp at Golden Lake, Camp On- da-da-waks, you know. ' Oh, yes, tell us about it, will you? Thus, late into the evening the stories of camp life and the fun of it were exchanged back and forth until everybody present began to take an interest in the MY Camp. The next day I suggested the idea to my Dad at the breakfast table. He seemed pleased at the idea and told me I could find out all about it down at the Y . The same morning I went down and they gave me a folder about the camp. This folder had pictures which showed all the different things that could be done up there. -Having shown this folder to my Mother, and knowing the reputation of the camp, I was allowed to go. They knew that I would have a very happy and safe holiday since the camp was under the control of Ace Milks, and it was not long before my outfit was ready. I boarded the train for Golden Lake early one Saturday morning and I soon fell in with a gang of boys who were also on the way to camp. After about three hours of travelling we reached the Golden Lake station where a few sun-tanned fellows awaited us. Gathering our baggage together, we went down to the beach and boarded a big Hudson Bay freighter canoe. We made the paddle to the camp in about C 2-L W g 'xii x g, Ci .i l .. 643: fy? ,, ii 1-Eli! . Q 1 '42 - : ' is ,,o4-- ,z 3,1-Srlkv.. 3 f liffhyf- ze 1 i , ms , ye- tsl , . . eil ' .-sfff fgi 32.51 ' -4 .w. 'T 1 half an hour, and soon noticed the wonderful lay - out of aquatic equipment. We shouldered our packs and climbed the stairs for our first view of the camp. GUY MacFARLANE We soon noticed the prominent dining-hall and arranged around it the carefully placed tents and buildings. The whole camp was situated in a group of tall pines which gave it an attractive out-of-door scent. We were pre- sently assigned to our tent, and our tent leader or counsellor showed us our bunks and told us about the camp and its rules. It was not long before we fell into the way of things, and we were very soon occupied in the many details which go to make up camp-life. We had been put in the Intermediates of I4 to 16 years. There are four main divisions of the boys: first, the Bantams of IO and 1 1 years, second, the juniors of IZ and I3 years, third, the Intermediates, and fourth, the Seniors of 16 to IQ years. These Senior boys make extra canoe trips up into the Algonquin Park district which sometimes last for ten days or more. Thus, we became accus- tomed to our life at On-Da-Da-Waks which was to last for three weeks. The following list is typical of the occupa- tions which took up our time at camp: life- saving instruction, first aid, handicrafts, track and field athletics, archery, model aeroplane construction, baseball, volley-ball, quoits, golf, paddle tennis, badminton, boxing, Indian games, berry picking, treasure hunts, dramatics, music, sketching, Chapel services, camp fires, story telling, etc. For my special hobby I decided to make a paddle in the manual training shop. I also worked for and secured my Pioneer Badge. We all had to take part in the athletic com- petitions and, of course, had a great deal of fun. Besides providing for these X activities the camp maintains a - fleet of rowboats and canoes, f 'f ' three sail- boats a floating ll Qc G 7 si 1 - A platform, a diving 'E 'Tj tower and a shoot- if '- . the-chutes for 'N- water sports. All these things'f -'jf' help to make the camp SL1C xxx ful and especially to make the Q ' lffonlinucd on Page 58 43611

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UX GLEBANAGXZBAQ QAHDALERE FLAMMAM THE GAHIDIIAEEQU HILLS HE woonLANn in Autumn is a garden of massive oaks and great pale birches stretching like a Colossus or a drowsy giant towards thc crystal-clear blue of the sky. But if the common wood is a garden, then that which garbs the ancient, purple Laurentian Hills is an Eden, an Eden of wild life abounding in a play- ground of Nature's best. In the foreground of this breath-taking panorama, one glimpses a winding, needle-like thread, a dusty road, which fades as it ascends into the Autumn mist. It grips one with an urge to follow, to probe every nook and cranny of the woods' vastness, to attain the topmost peak and scent the pure air, untainted by the gloomy city. Our heavy shoes crush lifeless twigs under- foot, and a tiny squirrel scoots to a nearby tree where, balancing precariously on an overhang- ing limb, he scolds, his rusty and bushy tail arched stiffly as if to accentuate his stern dis- approval. The mid-day sun sifting through a leafy tree gives a dappled effect to the patch- work quilt at our feet. As we wander over a sloping ridge, we come upon a tiny lake sur- rounded by overhanging willows whose reflec- tions point the lake,s edges like some great hand-tinted saucer. Water laps placidly against an occasional trunk from which, in years gone by, the shore-line has slowly retreated. White r WARREN LANGFORD 4-A wisps of smoke curl idly from some concealed camp-fire. Drifting aimlessly, we reach the water's edge and pause to contemplate the myriads of tiny, gaudy leaves that have toppled from shore maples and are now forming tiny barges for the numerous aquatic insects. As we proceed along the shore, our footsteps rouse a grouse and she scutters a short distance, finally soaring to the security of a thinly-clad elm. A groundhog stares beadily from his earthy home, until losing courage, he turns, flaunts his abbreviated tail, and disappears, only to re- appear, perhaps, on the farther side of the ridge. Incessantly, the leaves fall like garlands in some great ball-room. The sun grows old and in the western sky there appears a ruddy glow, dark- ening continually. As darkness comes all too soon in these brief Autumn days, we reluct- antly turn our steps, and reaching the summit, stop to gaze once more at the friendly little lake whose waters are being slowly dyed a muddy indigo by the swiftly leadening sky. Feeling like convicts who have been granted one day of freedom, we return with drawn faces to our prosaic everyday life. -l-Q-.gi THE LION HEARTED KING u by SHIRLEY JACKSON, 1-A My storyis of a gallant knight, King Richard was his name, VV ho gained by sword and brafuery The laurels of his fame. Due to the teaching of Peter The ardent, loving, Priest, Richard left on the third Crusade, In the far and dangerous East. He left the shores of England, To sail the seas afar, And on the Isle of Sicily, U7 ed the Princess of Navarre. He warred on Emperor Saladin, In a battle for the cross, He besieged the Holy City, And many suffered loss. Deserted by treacherous companions, His hopes were growing low,' The Saracens gained a victory, And Richard home did go. IfVhile he rode en route for England He was captured by the foe, And placed within a castle, In a dungeon foul and low. 'Twas then his faithful nzinstrel, 'W hom many called Blondell, By a song did rescue him, Or so, the legends tell. And would you not pay tribute, To him whose fame still rings? This lion hearted warrior, The bravest of the Kings! il38l '