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

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l T l i UX GLEBANAGQQ - ' ' lConlinuedfr0m Page Z3 his head and he felt himself gripped by sinewy hands. He fought hard, but his hooded adversaries were too strong for him. They gagged him and bore him down to the river. There they placed him in a boat beside something that struggled in the darkness. As. an electric torch ilashed, he saw that the boy beside him was his chum, Bill Hamilton. Bill had walked down by the river, hoping that he would be mistaken in the darkness for jack. That-he had been, but the kidnappers soon finding their mistake had left Bill securely enough in the boat and gone in search of jack. Both boys were bound hand and foot and left in a deserted house further up the river. All night long they remained there. jack had wished so much to enter the race but now all his hopes were shattered. Suddenly he' became alert. His mother had a locket at home given to her by his father. If only he were not tied up in that awful house he might pawn the locket and raise enough money to buy a new bicycle tire. As morning dawned, he thought of the riders who would now be getting their bicycles in perfect condition, for it was the day of the contest. About eight o'clock, jack, who had been trying in vain to get something out of his pocket, uttered a grunt of satisfaction. He managed after much twisting to light a match and set fire to an old oily rag he had observed lying on the floor. After a little more writhing he succeeded in putting his hands over the flame. The cord that bound his wrists was soon burned through, but not before his hands were severely scorched. He quickly untied Bill and together they made their way home. jack found his mother very much worried about him, and the condition of his hands made her almost hysterical. She said she had had the town searched everywhere but without finding the slightest trace of him. He pawned the locket, purchased a new tube, had his hands bandaged, and put off excitedly for the race-track. The crowd was shouting. Small boys raced hither and thither in eager anticipation of the great race about to begin. The riders were at the mark. The starters were ready. Bang! They were off. jack was in sixth place and holding his own. As the riders passed ,sg-PALERE FLAMMAM in front of the stand, the crowd roared. Once, twice, three times they circled the course. Jack was in eighth place but still not tiring. At the end of six laps he was beginning to feel the strain. His legs and back ached. When nine laps were completed he realized it was now or never. Suddenly the thought of an anxious mother who had deprived herself of her most prized possession flashed vividly before him. He bent low over the handle-bars, working his legs -like pistons. His breath came in gasps, and sweat was pouring from his brow. He was gaining. One rider, two, three, four riders were left behind under this mighty burst of energy. A crash, a yell-and two riders fell to the ground badly injured. Only one rider remained to be overtaken. The finish was only one hundred yards away. jack stood up, put his whole weight on the pedals and his last ounce of strength into this final drive for victory. He swept across the mark-but just a yard behind his kidnapper rival-Cragstone. As the judge was about to announce his decision, his eyes fell upon the bandaged hands which had pained Jack so much in the race. He inquired as to how they had been injured. jack was very reluctant to tell him, however, not wishing to cause any trouble. At that moment Bill came forward, and in spite of Jackls protests told the officials the whole story. On hearing the startling evidence, the judge was inclined to discredit it, but in view of such unusual circumstances declined to give any decision on the race until a thorough probe had been made. THDRBURN gl ABBDTT , LIMITED BOOKSELLERS and STATIONERS Always a Full Supply in Stock of the Collegiate Text Books and Supplies LENDING LIBRARY OLD POSTAGE STAMPS 115 SPARKS STREET Telephone QUEEN 9oz 459k

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UX GLEBANAGKQS Dr. G. H. McKEOWN Dentist I26A SPARKS S'r. QUEEN 3212 MOLOT's DRUG STORES Prescription Specialists 2 PHONE PHONE RIDEAU isa STORES CARLING 45 478 RIDEAU sr. OTTAWA sae BANK ST. FRANK E. AULT INSURANCE arid REALTY BROKER 165 SPARKS Sr. PHONE QUEEN 1791 C.P.R., C.N.R., N.Y.C. XVATCH INSPECTORS GEO. G. NETTLETON jeweller DIAMONDS, YVATCI-IES, RINGS arid CLASS PINS 108 RANK S'l'REEf1' QUEEN 617 F. S. DUNLEVIE, K. C. ' Barrister arid Solicitor I PHONE QUEEN 276 48 SPARKS s'rREE'r OTTAWA, CANADA FRITH'S Flowers O 69 SPARKS S'rREE'r QUEEN 5600 QQPALERE FLAMMAM he must at last feel that his plan to subdue Ethiopia is much more difficult than he at first anticipated. Many are the conjectures, but it is to be hoped that this problem may be settled by mediation with the League acting as tribunal. -leg-4-i CAMP ON-DA-DA-WAKS . . . lConlinued from Page 36 holding of water carnivals so easy. There are several aquatic tests to pass which require genuine eifort,but then one has a real good time. When we had been at the camp about two weeks, the boys of our tent were sent off on a canoe trip of three days duration to Round Lake. On this excursion we did a lot of paddling and learned the arts of fire-lighting, Woodcraft, camp cooking, knot tying, nature lore, and shelter building. We also did con- siderable fishing. We had bad luck on this trip because the unusual thing at On-Da-Da-Waks happened-it rained most of the time. When we got back we resumed our regular routine and tried to get into as many of the activities as we could. The time went very quickly, how- ever, and it was not long before our holiday was coming to a close. Every year they have a farewell campfire in the large Council Ring. At this gathering everybody writes a note in which he tells what he has got out of the camp. These notes are buried in a box near the scene of the fire. - This procedure concluded, we left next day for home to wait with happy memories for next summer. When camp re-opens this coming july the box buried in the Council Ring will be re- opened and the notes written last summer read out to us. With them will flood back happy recollections of a year ago. If anybody is un- able to go this year, he will not miss his old note, however, it will be mailed to him. But few notes will have to be dropped in the past oflice, for no one who has ever been to Camp-On-Da- Da-Waks can resist the temptation to go again. 45819

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UX GLEBANAQQ9- ' - - lConlinucd from Page ZZ The D67Z'U67 Lad limped home, but as soon as the battered craft touched shore McDeevy dis- appeared. Through life for the next few years in his idle moments the mate saw the face of the captain and the knife, and, as Bill Sikes saw Nancy's eyes, so did Dan McDeevy see those of the murdered captain. To make a long story short the mate confessed. He served his sen- tence, and came out of that prison a new man. MacCallaughn finished his story. After a pause, he eyed the boy and added, I hope you do the same. Trason sat for a moment and said with a break in his voice, I will. MacCallaughn's voice took on a new softness as he replied, You see, my lad, I talk through experience-I was Dan McDeevy. ES ' The ' ' ' lCon!inued from Page I9 the remotest parts of Syria. She seems to have wandered about for three or four years and then in 1816 settled down on the slopes of Mount Lebanson near the site of ancient Sidon, and later near the village of Djoun which became her permanent domicile and where she lived until her death. From there she exercised sway over lawless nomadic peoples. Her fearlessness and gener- osity, particularly with borrowed money, endeared her to the Arabs. The story of her campaign against the mountain tribes is told by the ruined villages and slain warriors that she left behind her. Her dabblings in magic and her study of astrology made her appear a divinity to the natives. Dr. Meryion left us numerous descriptions which enable us to put together a living portrait of the extraordinary woman. She was nearly six feet in height, and broad in proportion. She had a most unusual appetite, for hardly half an hour in day or night passed without her par-- taking of some food. And, at that, she com- plained of never having enough to eat. It was not out of the ordinary for her to talk eight to ten hours at a stretch. A strong man fainted during one of these lengthy sessions. The adoring doctor wrote many of these conversa- tions down, word for word, as Boswell did with Dr. Johnston's pithy statements. She hated women and one might add almost everyone for she seldom spoke kindly of a person unless they had spoken kindly of her. To take the place of human friends she filled her home with cats. ri 6 -QQPALERE FLAMMAM The Doctor counted as many as thirty at one time, all of whom were beloved by their mistress. Here in the East she found expression for that craving for power which the England of her days denied to a woman. It was a proper setting for her dazzling personality and it is only fitting that the natives still remember with wonder the daughter of the English Lord. Under the olive tree can be found a neatly kept grave which bears the inscription- LADY HESTER LUCY s'rANHoP12 norm 12TH or MARCH, 1776 man zgau or JUNE, 1839 ' ' I lConlinucdfrom Page .27 And Sylvia sat absorbed in the work of examining alternately the drawings and the picture in the Scalpo Hair Tonic ad. Next day, Bill walked briskly into the office of the Acme Advertising Company. As he entered the photographer's room, he stood stock still, and his mouth hung open. His heart jumped to his mouth, did a little whirl, and oozed slowly back again. The photographer was a female-and, Oh, what a female! 'Tm to take your picture, Mr. Lester , she said, coyly. QThe sly minx, she knew she had taken more than that already from the way he looked at herj. - When half an hour had elapsed fthey hadn't noticed the timej, a rumbling voice echoed like distant thunder. Lester! Lester! it roared. It's old Gregoryv, said Bill, apprehensively. I'l better go and see what he wants. Hand in hand they entered the official Sanctum of Mr. J. K. Gregory, Art Director. Har-umph-er-Lestern,said the great man, coming directly to the point, I have looked over your drawings, and have decided I can use you as seventh assistant Art Director. Can you do it? Can I, sirP,' cried Bill. All I can say, sir, is-whoopee I And turning, he clasped Sylvia in a bear-like embrace. Father , she said, shyly. I have something to tell you. 4fWh-what? gasped Bill, is he-are you-P Yes, my boy , said Gregory, and his face looked remarkably human when he smiled. I could end here, with the father bestowing his blessing on the happy pair, but there was just one thing for Bill to do before the story is over. He had to phone Steve and ask him to be best man at the wedding. Ol'