Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine Prisoners within thy dungeon dark, Have heard the billows moan, Have heard their ripple on thy crags, When they lay doomed and lone. In days gone by, these crumbling walls, Have seen the woeful sight Of heroes on the burning pile, For religion and the right. And from one fatal window — A ghastly sight — were hung The last remains of one who mocked The dying heroes ' song. Scenes such as these thou sees ' t no more, But we look back with pride Upon those noble, fearless souls Who for the Right have died. Their deeds will live, when all things else Have faded — when no more The dim grey crags by moonlight cast Weird shadows on the shore. THE GIRL OF 1814. If we could take a look back into the life of a girl of a century ago, would it differ greatly from the average life of a girl to-day? Yes, perhaps in dress, in little habits and in speech, but not in the girl herself. A girl is essentially a girl wherever or whenever you may find her. The same little ten- dencies always exist — fussing over dress, longing for amusement, the keen enjoyment of every possible pleasure, the love of read- ing. Would we rather have lived in the previous century than in our own? Let us glance for a moment at the charms and drawbacks of both before we decide. We shall unseal the book of time and turn back one hundred pages until we find our- selves living in 1814. Simplicity was the charm of a girl ' s life in 1814, from her straight high waisted frock and coal scuttle bonnet to her man- ner of living. A girl was only to grace a drawing-room and keep a home, and her education was given accordingly. She received her education principally from her father or mother. She was taught to sew, to embroider, to bake, to arrange flowers and to care for them in the garden. She also had to be able to keep accounts, for her house must be systematically kept. Every part of her education was directed towards what would be useful to her in her future life. She was taught French and how to read the best books and understand them. As soon as her education was completed she took her place 30

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Havergal College Magazine ST. ANDREWS, SCOTLAND. On a rocky plateau in a beautiful bay on the coast of Fife- shire, stands St. Andrews, the old gray town by the sea. As we enter the little station on a bright July morning, we are amazed at the busy, happy and interesting crowd that awaits the train. Some ha ve just arrived from their morning game of golf and display the weapons with which they chase the little bay ' for the golf links of St. Andrews are perhaps the greatest attrac- tion to visitors and are of world-wide renown. The minute we step out of the station, we catch our first glimpse of the many delightful pictures that St. Andrews affords — the wide azure-coloured bay with its foaming sea-horses, beat- ing against the rugged cliffs, and away towards the west the undulating links. There is little doubt that there was a settlement here in early prehistoric times. The Monkish legend assigned its eccle- siastical origin to St. Regulus or Rule, Avho, warned in a dream, brought certain bones of St. Andrew from Patras in the 4th century, and was wrecked at Muckros, afterwards called Kil- rimont and now St. Andrews. In Queen Margaret ' s time it became the seat of the high bishop of the Scots. The cathedral, now only a ruin, was founded about 1160, in presence of Malcolm IV., and consecrated in 1318 in presence of Robert Bruce. At the beginning of Queen Elizabeth ' s reign it was stripped of its beautiful ornaments and images. The castle old and ivy-decked with only a rim of crumbling walls, was built in 1200 and since then has been rebuilt many times, but now a mere skeleton stands as a monument of its past greatness. George Wishart and other martyrs of the Re- formation period were confined in its bottle-dungeon and Cardinal Beaton, a little later was slain within its massive walls, by the Reformers. St. Andrews has been famous since 1120 for its schools, and its University was founded in 1411. From October till May the scarlet-gowned student may be seen walking to or from his classes, or meandering over the links and sands from which in the twilight he can see the mists coming o ' er the college towers. The old harbour too is picturesque and, tho ' small, suffices for the few coasting vessels that frequent it. It is no wonder then that the student who has gone down visits and revisits his Alma Mater and lingers o ' er the scenes that once inspired his soul to great things. The waves roar ' neath thy battlements Breaking in glistening spray, As if they mocked thy shattered walls, Relics of a bye-gone day. 29

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Havergal College Magazine in the home, to share in the managing of the house and to enjoy the continual round of gaieties. The girls of those days were very easily entertained. They did not have a wide sphere of pleasures. Shopping and gardening occupied their mornings; reading, embroidering, paying and receiving calls their after- noons, and music and occasional balls and card parties their evenings. These pleasures never grew monotonous. The sim- plicity and ease that accompanied any entertainment was de- lightful. Sports occupied no place in a girl ' s life. They were left to the boys. It was considered most unladylike for a girl to take any physical exercise. To walk three miles was considered a terrible exhibition — to disgrace herself in such a manner was an unpardonable offence. A girl must be beautiful and her appearance always neat. AVhat was a girl for but to be pleasing to the eye and a pleasant creature to talk to? She certainly could not take any exercise and remain so. She must be a good talker but not have too much to say, for her elders must have first place in the field. She must be able to play well, enough to be entertaining in case she should be asked to play. Her manners were always quiet and demure ; any sign of emo- tion was most unladylike. She was never allowed much liberty. She was always ac- companied by a chaperone, her mother, her aunt, an old friend or a suitable gentleman. She could not shop, drive out or even take a walk alone, and most necessary of all was a chaperone at a ball, the theatre or any entertainment. Her imagination was by no means suppressed, the books of horror of the day supplied plenty of food for thought. Her life was quiet and almost uneventful, and these books, filled with unknown wonder and horror, filled up the vacancies. They were pored over with the keenest delight and read and re-read. Every girl had her fate carefully planned, full of heroic adventures and heroes, but it always led along one of two roads — she either married and spent her life in caring for her home, or remained at home all her life, politely termed the unmarried daughter. KATHLEEN ARDAGH, Form Lower VI. THE GIRL OF 1914. If it were possible for one of Jane Austen ' s girls of 1814 to come to life, she would be not a little surprised, and perhaps also a trifle shocked, at her sister of a century later. Certainly, at the first glance, she would recognize few pleasures or duties in common ; and as for sports ! Her delicate sensibilities would be wounded beyond recovery at the mere idea of a girl indulg- ing in games as heartily as any boy. To the girl of 1814 free- dom of any description was unknown, whereas now girls are 31