Hamilton Collegiate Institute - Vox Lycei Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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DAVE A. ROBINSON, Editor. URING the last term, the Lyceum realizing that one of the primary objects of the organization is the encouragement cf public speaking, organ- ized a Debating League among the rooms of the Junior and Senior Third Forms. lt has been some years since such a league has been in vogue, and the result was very gratifying. At date of writing, two de- bates have been held. lt was considered that topics relative to school matters would be more interesting and would allow for more animated discussion. This sup- position proved correct. The disputants in both debates entered into the spirit of their topics with vim an-:l ngustof' The first controversy, Resolved, that the School Hours should be from Eight to One O'cloclc, was between Rooms T3 and TZ, the former room holding the affirm- ative, and the latter maintaining that the hours were quite satisfactory, as they are at present. T3 was represented by Miss jean McLaughlin and Bert Challen: T2 by Miss Norma Whelan and Nelson Mc- Farlane. The decision was awarded to the negative. The second discussion was, Resolved, that Examinations should be Abolishedf' Room Tl represented by Harold Roberts and Miss Grace Taylor, upheld the affirm- ative: C. l... Duff and Miss Helen Gardner for room I3, the negative. It was plainly seen that the members were heartily in accord with the policy of utter abolition of examinations and thoroughly appreci- ated the gruesome pictures of nerve- wrecked students which were presented to their mindis eye by the affirmative. The decision was awarded to the advo- cates of abolition, Ar a recent meeting a Mock Parliament was held. The War Memorial Bill was introduced by the Minister of Finance, the Hon. C. R. Allan, Jr. The bill levied a taxfin reality a voluntary subscriptionl. of fifty cents upon all pupils of the school, for the erection of a tablet to commemor- ate, in bronze, the glorious sacrifice of the sixty-five pupils and old boys of the H. C. l. who laid down their lives that civilization might survive. At the time of writing, subscriptions are being received. All seem to realize that it is not only a duty but a privilege, to subscribe. As soon as subscriptions are complete, work on the memorial will be proceeded with. A Constitution. in Regard to the 'Vox Lycei,' was presented before the House by the Hon. Ed. Hull, on behalf of a Special Committee appointed by the Presi- dent of the Privy Council, to consider the matter. After a discussion and one minor amendment, the bill was carried on division. Since it does not appear in the official records of the Dominion House, part of it appears in another section of this ISSUE. The elections for the Easter issue of the Vox were, as usual, much more tame than those for the preceding issue. Candi- dates for the various positions were per- mitted to address the electorate, and their campaign speeches proved worthy of sea- soned politicians. Continued on page 55.

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Easter Y O X L Y 1' E I ' 1921 OOOOO0000000000OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 9 O C 0000000000000 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 000000 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO First Prize Essay by lVl'ss Rhena I. Mcllroy 6 6 OUR-THlRTY. chimed the gay little French clock on the mantle- piece, and Four-thirty boom- ed the pompous old Grandfather clock in the corner, a second later. Beat you that time! giggled the little clock provokingly. lt's your own fault, though: you will persist in regulating your time by the sun. lf you'd go by the moon, as l do, you wouldn't be so slow. Why, you-you impudent little hus- syl! sputtered the big clock furiously, los- ing another second in his anger: how dare you say l'm slowl lVly time is per- fect, and has been for a hundred years. As for that new-fangled notion of setting your time by the moon, it's absurd! Everybody knows the sun is more accur- ate: there are no two sides to the ques- tion. - You're a self-opinionated old fogey! retorted the little clock, hotly. You- A distant bang of the front door in- terrupted the discussion, and a moment later an impetuous young person burst into the room like a small whirlwind. What do you thinkin she began, breathlessly, to her mother, who was sew- ing quietly by the window, entirely un- aware of the interesting argument quoted above, My essayl l forgot all about it! It has to be in by to-morrow! On 'The ideal Schoolg' isn't that an awful subject? What'll l ever do? l'll have to work like fury! Well, replied her mother, rolling up her work, you'll just have to do the best you can. lf you try, you can get a good start before six o'clock. l'm going down now to bake a cake for supper. so you can have the room to yourself. Left alone, Nlarie made elaborate prep- arations, she Filled her fountain pen, sharpened two lead pencils, found a fresh blotter, attached the study lamp ready for use, and finally, with the light of deter- mination in her eyes, opened her note- book at a clean page, and settled to work. ln the silence that followed, the little clock glanced across the room in a friend- ly fashion. lsn't it a glorious clay, she remarked, with a conciliatory jerk of her minute hand. But the big clock was not to be ap- peased. Your'e fast, you know you are, he asserted violently, and anybody but a Highty foreign clock like you, would admit that the sun exercises the most powerful inliuence in nature. On you, perhaps, interjected the little clock, scornfully. On everything, declared the big clock, rashly. Prove it, challenged the little French timepiece, l dare you tol' Done, the big clock replied defiantly. l'll show you. He ticked on in meditative rhythm for a few seconds, then as a lengthening beam of sunlight spread across the carpet, a bright idea occurred to him. With a tri- umphant chuckle, he telegraphed a swift little message to his chief. the sun, and- Nlarie sighed restlessly, threw herself back in her chair, and impatiently bit the end of her pencil. Now, what was l going to say? she murmured, with a puzzled frown, l'm sure l don't know. As she glanced about in search of inspiration, her eye was ar- rested by a gleam of sunlight illuminating the title of a new book. The temptation was irresistible: down went the pencil, and two minutes later she was absorbed in the book. Half-past ten, struck the little clock soberly, and Half-past ten, sounded the big clock, with the conscious pride of one who has proved his point. How about the power of the sun now? he inquired grandly, nl told you l'd show you. Marie closed the book with a long sigh, uttered a dismayed exclamation at the