Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1915 volume:

-o in tfje Somerset Jjhulbtng ultei ESTABLISHED IN WINNIPEG IN 1880 Everything in BOOKS that are worth reading. Parcels of New Books received from the Publishers of Great Britain and America every week-day. Jf ine tattonerp department EATON-HURLBURT PAPERS CORRESPONDENCE CARDS ENGLISH HAND-MADE PAPERS, ETC. €ngrabtng department WEDDING INVITATIONS, ANNOUNCEMENTS AND ENGRAVING FOR ALL SOCIAL OCCASIONS, ON STRICTLY CORRECT LINES. The RUSSELL-LANG IMPRINT is a MARK OF QUALITY. Prices in every department to suit the times. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers , — V FURRIERS r Established 1837 Season 1915-16 G OEOR6EV During the Spring and Summer months, your furs, to retain their rich appearance and beauty, should be handled by experts. After months of hard wear they require to be thoroughly cleansed, repairs made and remodelled when necessary. This is true fur economy, ensuring them longer life, and always a rich appearance. Our storage department is fully equipped to give your furs the utmost care; every article is thoroughly cleansed from dust before being hung separately. Repairs or remodelling should be done now. To k.eep our factory staff employed during the summer months we are doing all fur work, at greatly reduced prices. May we estimate on your work? JO. QUEBEC JLimit cx 430 MAIN STREET MONTREAL TORONTO WINNIPEG Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. Touches of Black Enamel and Dainty, Tiny Seed Pearls add much to the attractiveness of the NEW STYLE CAMEO SETTINGS THE MOST POPULAR CAMEOS at present are those cut from bits of pink or pink-and-white shell, and deftly set in mountings of 10k or 14k gold. These the artist -workmen have still further improved by the skilful use of black enamel — black enamel and black onyx are the smartest of recent innovations in jewellery designing — and delicate strands of seed pearls. Illustrations can only give a general idea of the design of the different pieces — it requires an actual view of the goods themselves to show the harmony and charm of their different colours, the faint pink of the shell, the soft cream of the pearls, the polished black of the enamel, and the rich gold of the sett- ings. We will gladly show you at any time the numerous new pieces — Pendants Brooches, Necklaces, etc. that we have in stoc . Call and see them. The Prices vary from $4.00 to $50.00 D. R. DINGWALL JEWELERS AND SILVERSMITHS LIMITED PORTAGE AVE. AND MAIN ST. MAIN ST. AND LOGAN AVE. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. Do You Have Your Best Negatives Enlarged ? BROMIDE ENLARGEMENTS 13 •05 el a; c Pen C 3 a! a m a O f 5x7. 40c 55 65 75 1.00 2.00 3.25 45c 65 75 1.00 1.25 2.50 4.00 45c 60 75 90 1.15 2.25 3.50 50c 6Jx 8|.. 70 8 x 10 85 10 x 12 . 1.10 11 x 14 16 x 20 . 20 x 24 ... 1.40 2.75 4.00 Prices for larger sizes on request. These prices are for enlargements from negatives only. 25c must be added when negative has to be made. AMATEUR FINISHING A SPECIALTY Full Descriptive and Illustrated Camera Catalogue mailed free upon request. All mail orders receive our special attention. STEELE-MITCHELL LIMITED 274 CARLTON STREET (justSouth Portage), WINNIPEG Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. auergal College 122 Carlton Street, Winnipeg HIS GRACE THE ARCHBISHOP OF RUPERT ' S LAND, D.D... President E. L. DREWRY, Esq. Vice-President E. A. STRUTHERS, Esq Secretary-Treasurer J. R. JONES. Esq., M.D. J. B. MONK, Esq. C. W. BAKER, Esq. C. W. ROWLEY, Esq. W. J. TUPPER, Esq. J. A. MACHRAY, Esq. PRINCIPAL MISS JONES, LL.A., St. Andrew ' s University, Scotland; First-Class Honors in History, English and Modern Languages; Diplomee, Paris; Late Head of the Day School, Havergal College, Toronto. RESIDENT MISTRESSES MISS BATSTONE, Bedford Physical Training College; Ling Associate. MISS FOSTER, A.C.T., T.A. MISS GULSTON, Elem. N.F.U., Government Kindergarten Teachers ' Certi- ficate. MISS HARDING, B.A. (Hons.) University of Wales; Secondary Teacher ' s Diploma of University of London. MISS HOLDITCH, C.H.L., Oxford Associate of Arts. MISS LAMOND, M.A., St. Andrew ' s University, Scotland; Teacher ' s Dip- loma of St. Andrew ' s Provincial Committee. MLSS NORRINGTON, London Inter. Sci. in Physics and Botany; Board of Education Teacher ' s Certificate. MISS ROWBOTHAM, Mathematical Tripos, Girton College, Cambridge; Cambridge Teacher ' s Diploma. MISS SHEWELL, University of London. MISS SPRINGATE, B.A., St. John ' s College, Manitoba. MISS STEPHENSON, Pupil of E. N. Kitchen, Esq., Leschetisky Method. MISS WAKELEY, Preliminary Certificate Examination. HEALTH MISTRESS MISS STEVENS, London Inter. Sci. DAY SCHOOL VISITING STAFF MISS CRAMPTON, Fellow of Toronto College of Music. MRS. JONES-BREWER, Violinist, of London, England. MISS PRESTWICH. MISS SNYDER. MISS KERSHAW HOUSEKEEPER MISS HORSMAN BURSAR MISS GOODMAN Autumn Term begins September 9th, 1915 Calendar may be obtained on application to the Bursar EDITORIAL STAFF Editor MISS HARDING Assistant Editor ..MISS SPRINGATE Art Editor ...MISS FOSTER Business Manager MISS GULSTON OLIVE BARTRAM THELMA DUNCAN FRANCES CODE ALIX McBRIDE COMMITTEE RUTH McMARTIN MARIAN SWEENY MARGARET ROGERS KATE ROWLEY PRISCILLA McBRIDE Content . Page Frontispiece, Major-General Steele .._ 8 Principal ' s Letter _ 11 Editorial Notes 13 The Chronicle 17 The Janitor ..... 19 A Holiday in the Mountains Northwest of Mt. Robson 20 Sir Roger at the Ball 27 A Drive 28 Forbes-Robertson as Hamlet 29 To Lizzie 30 Seen from the Studio Windows (Drawing) 31 Winnipeg Character Sketches 31 A Little Farm Well Tilled 33 The Picker 35 Just-So 36 The Staircase, Havergal (Drawing) 38 Indians 39 The Land of Holidays 40 Little Pictures 41 The Fort Garry (Drawing) 42 How Sapwood Got a Better Name.... 43 To the School at War...... 44 Belgium 45 To Belgium 48 Lord Roberts 48 Men Said the Days of Chivalry Were Past 50 Women in War Time 52 Of Knitting... 54 Knitting a la Mode.. 55 Departure of Troops for Valcartier... 56 The Adventures of a Pair of Wristlets 57 My First Trip to Camden, South Carolina 58 The River 59 The Magic Ring 60 An Indian Camp 60 A Story of a Squirrel... 61 The Indian Who Got Caught in His Own Trap 61 My Canary 62 A Boy ' s Dream 62 The Rabbit 62 A Mournful Tale ____..:_ 62 Crocus Picking 63 A German Helmet.. ___ 7 _ 63 The Kindergarten 64 Musical Notes 64 Missionary News 65 Sports. 67 Havergal Alumnae Association .. 74 News of Old Staff and Old Girls 76 Havergal Directory 78 Alumnae Directory . 79 itabergal College Jflap ne VOL. VIII. MAY, 1915 NO. I I send the best photograph that I have, ana shall be )ery much honoured if the young ladies under your charge will give it a place. I have always felt a deep in- terest in your college. I appreciate your kind remarks as to the honour con- ferred upon me in gaining the command of the Second Contingent or Division, and hope that I shall succeed in deserving it. From Major-General Steele ' s letter to Miss Jones. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 11 Principal ' g Hetter, Havergal College, Winnipeg, April 28th, 1915. My dear Girls: Like all other things in these great days, our Magazine bears the impress of the War. It is therefore especially fitting that as frontispiece we have an excellent likeness of the best-known and most honored of our western soldiers — General Steele. To him has fallen the arduous task of leading our Second Canadian Expeditionary Force, and we are confident that he will add to the many laurels he has gained on other fields. General Steele has so often shown his kind interest in the College that we felt a per- sonal gratification in his recent honour, and all our hopes and prayers and good wishes will go with him and his gallant men. This week has brought heavy tidings to many Canadian homes. We enter the Valley of the Shadow with a quickened sense of the burden borne since last August by the mothers and wives of the Homeland, and by those heroic daughters of the Allied Coun- tries who have seen their homes swept away in the hour of deepest bereavement. The women of the Western world — and the girls that shall be the women of our Empire — stand very close to- gether in this hour. We are not all called to enter the Valley — perhaps we are not worthy, but the Shadow lies upon us all. Christian must needs go through it, because the way to the Celestial City lay through the midst of it. Now, this Valley is a very solitary place. How solitary, none can tell but the pilgrims who pass through, each one alone. All our loving sympathy can do little to bring them into a sense of fellowship; their very grief sets them apart. The pathway is here exceeding narrow, and though we may follow, we cannot walk abreast. In the great allegory Christian called, as we do in our longing to help them, to him that was before; but he knew not what to answer, for that he also thought himself to be alone. Yet on that dark road, over which hung the discouraging clouds of Confusion, there came to both travellers the conviction that they were not alone, that behind the shadow God was with them. May it be so with us and all we love when our call comes. 12 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE This Magazine letter will not be a long one this year, for it is hard to turn from the great, absorbing thought in all our minds to the small events of the School Year. Yet it is the one oppor- tunity of that year to greet once more the old girls separated from us by time and distance. So many of you are busy as home daugh- ters, or with new ties in homes of your own. and whenever we hear of or from you we wish you God-speed. As the West fills up and new conditions prevail, we hear of others who in various professions are making an honorable name for themselves and their old School. No less than five old girls are training as nurses in the General Hospital at present, and two are helping in hospi- tals in England. Recent events have shown us of what value to society such trained workers are, and I hope that one lesson of the War will be that of the duty which lies on each one of us, in School years and afterwards, to make herself ready, both in body and soul, for the calls and claims of the new and cleaner national life which is to come. Everywhere, in militant and neutral countries, life is going to be different. It is different already. Vaguely, but with increas- ing clearness, we begin to realize the debt we owe to our nation and our Empire. We have been like happy, careless children in a splendid household, fed and cared for and protected by the Empire ' s servants, with leave to lead our own life and choose our own pleasures. And last August, on the fourth day of the month, all that changed. We have been taking, taking, taking; now we must give, give, give. When we give, we must count up what we have to give. That means a day of reckoning. What have you and I to give? Our men have given all — home and fortune and life itself. We stay- at-homes must not be behind them in daily surrender and sacri- fice. Has this lesson, the plainest of all, really come home to us? Have we learned it, really learned it, made it a part of ourselves, like a hard rule in French or Latin to be applied through exercise and example? If you have really grasped a rule, as you have been often told in the schoolroom, you will know when it is broken, and shudder at the solecism. Shall we shudder when we find our- selves departing from the rule of unselfish sacrifice which this terrible time is sent to teach us? Are our souls as well as our hearts more sensitive for this year? Can we give what is worth giving? A day of reckoning pro- vokes many questions. In the days which will follow this War, Canada, like all other nations, will need wise minds and strong hands to build and shape things so that no such war may come upon the world again. Can you do your share? Are you using your time in the schoolroom and out of it so that your will and brain will obey you? Unless your mind becomes by training a valuable instrument for thinking and judging, you will not have much to give to Canada. The selfish and the unfaithful and the lazy will not be able to build up the waste places and repair the desolations, nor to mark out new paths for the children ' s feet to HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 13 tread. Is there any dishonest work in our schoolrooms? Do we pay full measure to our School, her rules and obligations? You know best. We all speak with loathing of the men who have tried to make themselves rich by stealing boots and horses from our soldiers, and of working men who demand more pay while the trenches are calling out for ammunition ; but do we turn out every day for our country ' s sake the best work we can do in truth and honesty? Do we ever take unfair advantage of those with whom we work, or who work for us? The Germans have painted us in ugly colors, as lazy, pleasure-seeking, slack and selfish — indifferent to the rise of newer powers, unworthy of our splendid past. On a day of reckoning we have to ask ourselves if any of these accusations are true. Rome learnt her lesson from the Huns too late, but in God ' s mercy we are still at school. Search for the foe in thine own soul, The sloth, the intellectual pride, The trivial jest that veils the goal For which our fathers lived and died; The lawless dreams, the cynic art That rend thy nobler self apart. And lastly, is our effort to give sustained and untiring? We shall never bring this war to a close, writes the Bishop of London, returning from the front, without a more complete national concentration upon it. The whole mind of the nation must be concentrated on this one problem. What is true of service in war-time will be just as true of service when peace is proclaimed. The whole mind of the nation must be set upon righteousness if the evils and abuses in our national life are to be swept away by a rising wave of inspiration and high purpose. Each of us may rise on this wave to heights before undreamed-of, not if we drift and dream like idle wreckage, but only if we steer and strive with compass set and every sinew strained to the venture. Shall these last nine months, and those to come, be given in vain ? The peaceful life bought for us by so much blood, so many tears, must and shall be worthy of the price paid for it. We make the vow, do we not, in deep humility, conscious of all our faults and weakness. But we make it, too, in full and deep devotion to our earthly King and country, and to the King of Kings who calls us to His service, to the war in which there is no discharge. For through it, as through the Valley of the Shadow, lies for men and nations the way to the Celestial City. After a well-fought day, when the cool of the evening comes, may He in His mercy bring His soldiers home. Your affectionate friend, EVA L. JONES. 14 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Cbitortal J2otes(. The eighth number of the Havergal Magazine is inevitably a war number. The great struggle, which is convulsing Europe and has the whole civilized world in its grip, affects even so small an undertaking as a School Magazine. Yet, since this Magazine records the doings of a year, nine months of which have been lived in the shadow of great and terrible events, reflections of them must be found within its pages. The world ' s outlook has been changed, a new strain has entered into the thoughts of men, and even our school life, far away as it is from the storm-centre, is affected by it. These nine dark months have done much for us and now there is something to show for the spare time and pocket- money that we frittered away in the past. There have been fewer excitements and events in the school year than there usually are. A Friday Knitting Circle was more attractive than a Form Party, and even a Masquerade seemed a little unlawful. So readers may look in vain for School Enter- tainments in this year ' s Magazine; the Chronicle, too, is briefer since the routine has been less unbroken. On the other hand, the year has been very busy and interesting in another way. As the result of knitting done at the Friday Circle and at odd moments snatched during the school day by all — from the Prin- cipal down to the maids — the following articles have been sent from Havergal to the Red Cross Society up till 1st May, 1915: 8 flannel shirts 78 pairs wristlets 48 pairs socks 5 pairs knee-caps 82 scarfs 4 belts 32 helmets 8 face cloths 8 pairs mitts 60 bandages The Forms have also contributed steadily out of their pocket money month by month to the City ' s Patriotic Fund. At Christmas time an appeal for books for the boys of the Strathcona School produced one hundred and seventy; and Norah Jardine ' s eloquent plea for the Christmas Tree at the Children ' s Aid Shelter, which was suffering from the economies induced by the War, was answered with far more dolls, toys and games than she had hoped for. At the end of the Easter term a small contribution was sent to the Maxine Elliott Barge Fund. Meanwhile, the School has worked as usual for the Hay River Mission and the Zenana Guild, but details of this will be found in another column. It gives us great pleasure to make an innovation in the Maga- zine and to give a place to the Report of the Havergal Alumnae Association and a directory of its members. We are very glad that such a society has been formed and that by holding many of their meetings here the members keep in close touch with the present generation at Havergal. We feel that the Directory will HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 15 be particularly useful and may, in the future, considerably in- crease the circulation of the Magazine. Last year a prize was offered to the Form sending in to the Magazine the largest number of accepted contributions, and one to the Form selling most copies. They were gained by the Upper Fifth and Sixth Forms respectively. These prizes are not being offered this year because many of the contributions have been written in the course of school work without any thought of the Magazine, and because we feel sure that no encouragement to sell copies is needed when the profits are to be given to the Funds of the Red Cross Society. We gratefully acknowledge the following gifts: A beautiful photograph of the Stratford-Upon-Avon Memorial Theatre, given by Mr. Flower, The Gentle Heritage, and four copies of My Sunday Book (for which the Junior Boarders are most grate- ful), given by Mrs. Matheson, and Rewards and Fairies, by Cecily Mortlock. The Librarian is very glad to discover an unwritten law that a Boarder, on leaving, shall leave behind a book to keep her memory green. Btetrtfmtton of $rt?e£ The Annual Prize-Giving took place on the evening of Friday, 19th April, 1915. After the opening exercises, and a very inter- esting speech from His Grace the Archbishop, the Upper School Singing Class sang A May Morning and Greeting. Follow- ing on Miss Jones ' Report and the Distribution of Prizes, Bishop Grisdale spoke a few encouraging words. A new feature of the Prize-Giving was the Good Fellowship Prize — awarded partly by a school vote, and gained by Thelma Duncan. FORM AND SUBJECT PRIZES N.B. Form Prizes are awarded, except in Matriculation Forms, when 75% or over of the year ' s marks have been obtained. Form I. — Form Upper III. — 1. Percy Gill !• Airdrie Bell 2. Beatrice Boyd 2 - Mar Y McQueen 3. Kathleen McMahon Form II— Form IV — 1. Muriel Curry 1- Kate Rowley 2. Marion Kelly 2. Dolly Peatt 3. Margaret Grundy F orm Shell— _ T TTT 1. Eleanor Cox Form Lower III.- 2 June Suckling 1. Sylvia Lemon 3. Vera Underwood 2. Thelma Le Cocq Drawing: Ruth Blowers 16 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Form Lower V— Matriculation I.— 1. Louise Sapte L Stella M ozley 2. Beryl Ferguson 2 . Annie Younge Form Upper V. — 1. Jean Bell Form Upper VI — 2. Marian Sweeny 1. Helen Lethbridge French: Dorothy McDougall 3. Edith Tolmie Drawing: Christina Lyall Form Lower VI. — Havergal Diplomas— 1. Kathleen Ardagh l. Helen Lethbridge 2. Ruby Goldstine 2. Marjorie Briggs European History: Ruth Mc- Martin K. Training Diploma- Music: Edna Leckie Antoinette Sapte PRESENTATIONS Senior Gymnastic Cup Marian Sweeny (Presented by Mr. E. L. Drewry) Junior Gymnastic Cup June Suckling (Presented by Mr. T. H. Webb) Basket Ball Cup... Boarders ' Team (Presented by The Very Rev. Dean Coombes) Form Drill Cup.. Form Upper 111 (Presented by Miss Dalton) Studio Prize Frances Billings (Presented by Mr. Lis gar L. Lang) Scripture Prize Kathlee n Ardagh (Presented by His Grace The Archbishop of Rupert ' s Land) English Literature Medal Helen Lethbridge (Presented by Ven. Archdeacon Fortin) Good Fellowship Prize Thelma Duncan Day School Scholarships, ($25.00) (Presented by Mr. E. L. Drewry) 1. Kathleen Ardagh 2. Jean Bell Medal for Good Conduct Cecily Mortlock (Presented by Lady Cameron) HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 17 ®f)e Cbronicle. May 12 — Rev. W. M. Loucks acted as our Chaplain at Prayers. 19 — Mr. Flower, President of the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, gave us a most interest- ing talk upon the Memorial Theatre and the training of the Players. 21 — Grand Concert in aid of the Hay River Mission was given by Miss Springate, Miss Shewell and Miss M. E. Norrington and their Forms. Most successful. 22 — We celebrated Empire Day by recitations and songs and an address from Dr. C. N. Bell. 25 — Victoria Day was observed as a public holiday. The flagstaff celebrated the day by snapping off at the base and we are now without one. The Boarders who were in went to see Mr. F. R. Benson as Henry V. 27 — The Zenana Guild gave a tea. In the evening some of the Boarders went to see the Stratford-upon-Avon Players in The Taming of the Shrew. 28 — Miss Prestwich gave a Recital at the Royal Alexandra, to which some of the Boarders were invited. 29 — Much Ado About Nothing — another theatre party. June 1 — We welcomed as our guests four lady delegates to the Annual Meetings of the Women ' s Auxiliary. 4 — Miss Jones entertained at tea all the delegates to the W.A. (nearly three hundred). The girls waited on them and took them all over the College, and they ap- peared to enjoy themselves very much. 9 — Appearance of the long-looked-for Magazine. Matriculation examinations begin. 8-12 — Horse Show at the Amphitheatre. Frances Code decorated. 12 — Dr. Edith Brown gave us a most interesting account of her work in the Punjab. Annual Fete for Madeline Etenaishi. 19 — Breaking up for the long holidays. Distribution of Prizes. Sept. 10 — New School Year begins. Welcome to Miss Batstone and Miss Stevens. 16 — The School begins to work on Balaclava caps and wristlets. 23 — Archdeacon Fortin read Prayers for us, and his son- in-law, the Bishop of Fredericton, who was present with Mrs. Richardson, gave us a very helpful address. 18 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Oct. 12 — Thanksgiving Holiday. 16 — A party of Boarders go to St. John ' s College for the Annual Sports. The weekly meetings for sewing and knitting for the soldiers begin and the Assembly Hall fills regularly from 3 to 4 o ' clock on Friday afternoons. 19 — Miss Campbell, a Z.B.M.M. Secretary, spoke to the Boarders on Zenana work. 30 — Hallowe ' en Masquerade. Nov. 3 — Panoramic School group photographed in garden with great success. 13 — Boarders go to the Pictures arranged by the Western Art Association for Patriotic Funds, at the Walker Theatre. 18 — Boarders hear Mr. Ribourg ' s Lecture on the War. Dec. 4 — In the afternoon the Zenana Guild held a most successful little sale of Christmas presents made by members of the Guild. In the evening many of the Staff and Boarders went for a delightful moonlight snowshoe tramp. 5 — The Havergal Alumnae gave an Inaugural Luncheon at the Fort Garry Hotel, to which they invited Miss Jones and Past and Present Staff. 18 — Books for the children of the Strathcona School were sent off, and toys, dolls and games despatched to the Children ' s Aid Shelter for their Christmas Tree. 21 — A Drill Competition for all the Forms took place as a test of the term ' s work. Form IV headed the list, closely followed by Form Upper III. 22 — The Kindergarten had its usual Christmas Tree and Entertainment, to which parents and small brothers and sisters were invited. Jan. 12 — School reassembled after Christmas Holidays. We were sorry to hear that Dorothea Cunningham was in Hospital, having undergone an operation. 15 — The Knitting Circle was resumed. In the evening Miss Jones and most of the Staff and Boarders tramped to Elm Park. 29— Lower Sixth Form gave a most enjoyable toboggan party, which concluded with a supper at Havergal. Feb. 11 — The Board ers went to a remarkable lecture by Mr. E. Alexander Powell on Fighting in Flanders. 12 — The Philanthropic Circle of the Havergal Alumnae gave a tea in the Assembly Hall in aid of their funds. The Staff and Sixth Form were invited. 15 — Half-term holiday. The Boarders left in Havergal saw the Review of the Troops by H.R.H. The Duke of Connaught. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 19 Feb. 16 — Alteration in School time-table. Longer afternoon session begins. 22 — Forbes-Robertson in Winnipeg for a farewell visit. The Boarders have the privilege of seeing his Hamlet. Mar. 2 — Hockey match between Havergal Past and Havergal Present — a good game, resulting in a victory for the old girls — six goals to nil. 4 — Last day ' s skating on School rink. 25 — Annual display of Gymnastics and Folk Dances. 28 — On Palm Sunday a confirmation was held at Holy Trinity and among the candidates were Evelyn Todd, Margaret Nesbitt, June Suckling, Valetta Boyd and Vera Cadle. 31 — Easter Holidays. Ap ' l 13 — School reassembled after the Easter Holidays. Crocus parties. 19 — The Havergal swimming season began. Principal O ' Meara called. TO)e Janitor. Who sweeps the classrooms every night, And screws down desks to keep them tight? Who puts the radiators right ? The Janitor. Is any form not in the debt Of him who plants what we don ' t set, And waters ferns that we forget ? The Janitor. Who mends the broken window-pane, The desks and benches that we stain, And even lets us use his plane? The Janitor. And who is always to be seen Making the rink all smooth and clean, No matter though the wind be keen? The Janitor. Who makes the basketball s upport, And measures out the tennis court ? (Whose help we need for all our sport) The Janitor. Who frames a motto, mends a skate, Makes Hoop-la stands for summer fete, Knocks heels on slippers while you wait? The Janitor. Who ne ' er refuses our request, Who works with never-failing zest And always seems to do his best? The Janitor. 20 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 9 SMtbap in tije Jttountam J2orti)toe t of iUlount ob on. Ever since 1907, when two Havergal mistresses of that time, and one of a former day, set off for the unknown perils of the Al- pine Club Camp in Paradise Valley, and returning jubilant, spoke loud and long of the glories of Alpine meadows and snowy crests, of the triumph of conquered peaks, of the charm of the evening camp-fire, and stirred the imagination with tales of miraculous adventures, of stupendous app etites and of undying friendships, the mountains as a holiday playing-ground have gathered every year from among the ranks of the staff some additional disciple and slave. Last year Miss Jones joined their number. Some have gone a second or even a third time, for in the heart of one who has once felt their spell, the mountains know they need fear no rival. If one has once eaten soup and bacon and beans and tomatos and jam and pudding all on one tin plate at their very feet; if one has once endured the heat and breathlessness and fearful rapture of a graduating climb ; if one has once from the summit of a real moun- tain seen range after range of snow-topped peaks unfolding in the blue distance, looked into gleaming tree-filled valleys and far, far below caught a glimpse of the tiny white tents left so long ago — then nothing else has power to charm. With what delight, then, would an enthusiast seize the opportunity of spending six long glorious weeks among ranges off the beaten track ! Such an opportunity came to me last summer when I was asked by Miss Mary L. Jobe, of New York, to make a trip with her to a big unnamed mountain lying about a hundred and fifty miles northwest from Mount Robson. So on the morning of July 29 we left Jasper, Alberta, by train for Grant Brook, where Curlie Phillips, our guide and packer, had his outfit. There we lay over a day, but early the next morning were up and off. First of all went Curlie on his horse, Baldy. Then followed the three pack- horses — Kid, Roany and Wendy — carrying our belongings. Next in line came Miss Jobe in her capacity of pack-driver, and lastly, at a respectful and admiring distance, myself. On looking back, those first few days seem a succession of soothing creaking joints and aching limbs, of wading through muskeg or, when mounted, of frantically dodging branches and boughs bent on knocking off an arm or a leg, and devoting our spare moments in camp to patching torn bedding or clothes. But dimly against this painful background there floats the ever-vary- ing beauty of stately firs and glimpses of white peaks and swirling torrents. And then the unspeakable rapture of sitting beside croon- ing waters, drinking deep of the aroma of the pines, with eyes lazily searching the opposite hillside for goats, and to be brought back to earth by nothing more disturbing than the cheery word All set. Then with what alacrity one hobbled painfully to the HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 21 feast spread on a pack-mantle under a tree, and fel l to on pork and beans and corn and jam and johnny-cake and tea! On the Saturday we reached Moose Pass, where the alplands are covered thick with flowers of every color and kind, a riot of blue and white and red and yellow and pink and purple. In the distance we saw the pure and gleaming point of Whitehorn. From there we moved over to Mount Robson Pass. As we came onto the moraine the clouds lifted for a moment from that monarch of mountains and smilingly he gave us greeting, though the next Photo by Mary L. Jobe NEAR MOOSE PASS moment his satellite clouds shielded him once more and the awful thunder of his voice echoed up the valley. On our way to our house-tent we saw the framework of the Alpine Club camp of the previous year. They had snug quarters up there, and what soul- satisfying views to greet them night and morning! Robson, Whitehorn, Resplendent, Tumbling Glacier, Berg Lake — all at their very feet, with every hour bringing added beauties! Here Curlie left us alone for two days while he went back to Jasper to get fresh supplies for the trip. He went off early one morning after showing Miss Jobe how to set dead-falls to catch the mice, and with the final cheery words: Well, be good and don ' t get eaten by bears! We took advantage of his absence to sleep in, for getting up continually between 4 and 6 is not a useful habit to form. Those days were pretty full ones, what with re-packing and washing our 22 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE clothes, baking and cooking pork and beans in accordance with the rigorous camp etiquette which compels one, when one waits over two days, to boil a pot of pork and beans. The last night was wonderful. Both Robson and Whitehorn had been under cloud all day, but towards night the clouds lifted and a radiant moon came sailing over the sky, touching with silver their topmost peaks and gleaming on their high snow-fields. The next day we moved over to Coleman Creek, where we lay in wait to rob an outgoing party of another packer and another horse. In time they came and delivered up to us Bert Wilkins and Nigger. It was then that our trip proper began. For several days we followed trails made by Curlie in previous years up the Big Smoky, then over Bess Pass and Shoulder down into a beautiful valley of huge spruces and no underbrush. On all sides rose peaks, many even unnamed, all presenting a pleasant summer ' s work for the skilled climber. If we had known what we were coming to later, we should have lingered longer in that broad valley of no underbrush. For ahead of us over Jack Pine Pass Curlie forced a zig-zag trail up the mountain side through heart- breaking shin-tangle that closed in around one ' s feet and beat one back. But there is an end to all things, and at the top on Jones ' Pass we had our reward. There, from our high camp, we had such a view of blue haze-cradled mountains stretching away beyond the flowers at our feet as McWhirter has given us in June in the Austrian Tyrol. After lunch Miss Jobe and Curlie climbed a ridge to plan the course for the morrow. Our tinned stuff was already getting low, so that we all rejoiced when they returned with a goat which Miss Jobe had shot. For some time after that, goat mulligan was the order of the day. The next day we made camp in Avalanche Pass in the muskeg. From a neighboring ridge Curlie had seen that he must go ahead and cut a trail before he could take his horses up. So, early the next morning, he and Bert started off with a biscuit each, and we heard the sound of their chopping dying away gradually up the hill. Now, this was August 13, the fifth anniversary of the day when Curlie and Rev. G. B. Kinney had climbed Mt. Robson, so Miss Jobe and I spent the day preparing a banquet to be tendered to him on their return. It was a wonderful banquet and most successful. There were, I think, four courses, of which the staple was goat mulligan. But the piece de resistance was a wonderful combination of cake and pie baked in the frying-pan. Suffice it to say that at the end, even the knowledge that there were goats to be seen on a nearby ridge failed to arouse us to the needed effort of going to look at them. In the morning we moved up over the trail cut by the men and down onto a branch of the Fraser Smoky. Here the woods were so dense that there was scarcely room to put up the tents, but yet there were moose trails so deep that we sank in them nearly up to our knees. There we lay over a morning while the men cut HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 23 twenty-four switch-backs up the next hill. In the afternoon we went up over this zig-zag trail, and after riding for some time over some high Alplands came to a delightful camping site on Crescent Lake Pass. It was there that Curlie came back from his climb of a ridge and told us that the mountain had receded behind four more ranges; and from that time on it kept playing a game with us. At last, after twelve days, we reached a point from which it was impossible to take the horses any further. So we turned them Photo by Mary L. Jobe IN SIGHT OF THE BIG MOUNTAINS loose to range at will over about 250 acres of high Alps, packed the necessaries on our backs and were off on the last stage of our pur- suit of the big mountain. Three times already he had receded behind other ranges, but with five days ' grub we expected to run him to ground that very night. That first day ' s back-packing none of us will soon forget! It began with coming about 1,000 feet down a waterfall. Then we waded the Clearwater, climbed for about six hours the opposite ridge without water; were attacked by a bear; finally made the top; descended a rock slide, and made the last ridge preparatory to slipping down onto the glacier into camp. But there a dread- ful disappointment awaited us. The cliffs fell away sheer to the valley; a British Columbia valley, a deep gash between sides covered densely with forest and shin-tangle and devil ' s club. 24 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE There was nothing to be done but to camp, keeping a big fire all night for warmth. The next morning we struggled down the shoulder, making the Big Salmon for lunch. This unexpected day ' s march put us on rations, so that for lunch we each had a big flapjack, but it was surprising how fit that made us for the remaining six and one- half hours that still lay before us. We crossed two large tribu- taries later in the afternoon, one on a log jam and the other on a log felled by Curlie. One more small ridge and we were in the Big Mountain valley, down which a wide spray-covered torrent rushes. We were just going on up to the glacier when, looking over our shoulders, we saw storm clouds closing in the valley. At the same moment Curlie saw a small space in which a tent could be put up. Both men dashed to the work, and just as we pressed inside the storm broke. Safe and dry we listened to the ava- lanches hurled from the Big Mountain. There was nothing friendly in his greeting to those who had dared to invade his realms after years of uninterrupted sway. When the storm was over we went outside to take in our sur- roundings. Clouds covered both peaks far down the sides, and all we saw were battlements of glaciers extending all along the front. Rain fell at night and most of the next morning, so that climbing was out of the question for that day. The next morning it was still threatening, but all felt that, as grub was getting short, another day must not be lost. So, at 6, Curlie, Miss Jobe and Bert Wilkins started off. Left alone below, I sat and waited. Rain fell in torrents but they did not come back. Gradually clouds crept down to the very base of the mountain, but still they did not return. Three kettles of water had boiled away before I heard shouts, and rushing out saw them just round- ing the point, soaked to the skin but still cheerful. They had been obliged to turn back by a blizzard on the snow-field before the peak began. Besides their very welcome selves they brought back six ptarmigan. Ptarmigan mulligan soon revived us all, and next morning, regretfully, we started homeward. The great dis- appointment lay in the fact that if they had had enough food to wait until fine weather, they felt sure they could make the ascent. That return journey was a very melancholy one. The bushes were dripping and in five minutes we were soaked, and remained so all day. By 6 o ' clock we had made Providence Pass, so named because there Curlie shot a caribou. By this time the continued wet had brought back Bert ' s rheumatism, and as I wasn ' t going to climb, it was decided that Bert and I should return to Last Cayuse camp, while Curlie and Miss Jobe went back with our blessing to try their luck on the Big Mountain once more. In the morning we went our diverse ways sadly and anxiously, with Curlie ' s words ringing in our ears, We ' ll be back on the fourth day, sure. That day Bert and I went down the side, crossed the river on a log jam and had a lunch on the other side of broiled fool-hen, shot en route, without salt or bread or HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 25 further accessories. All afternoon we toiled up the other side through dense shin-tangle. Suddenly, as I was making my way laboriously up a water-fall, I heard Bert give a great shout. In a minute he was snatching off my pack and leaping onward. We were home! 0, the rest and calm and peace of that camp-scene; the orderly piles of saddles, the stock of firewood, the plates and knives and large kettles. No more eating from one cup and a small spoon helped out by our pocket knives! But as we sat comfortably in Photo by Mary L. Jobe. CROSSING BIG SMOKY front of the fire eating our modest supper of fool-hen mulligan, we spoke feelingly of those other two making their way back over the worst part of the trail on a pure meat diet — no salt, no biscuit, no sugar — only the strength within them to support them. The next two days passed uneventfully. Bert searched for the cayuses and found them so wild that they ran away at sight of him. To me fell the washing and cleaning up. The fourth day found us up early, baking and stewing and getting ready the feast for our returning climbers. Then we made beautifully springy balsam beds inches thick. Next, Bert went up and brought down the horses so as to be ready to start off on the return journey next morning, now a matter of urgency. Then we sat down and waited. Hours passed by and no signs of them. Seven o ' clock came and no answer to our shouts. Bert 26 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE and I looked anxiously at each other as shadows began to creep up the mountain and all the valley gradually receded into black- ness. They ' ll never come now, said Bert. But Curlie said he ' d come on the fourth day, I replied. Eight o ' clock and now darkness was everywhere. What might not have happened to them out there! Even now they might be lying at the bottom of a crevasse or somewhere in those dark, ghostly woods. O, the maddening inactivity of that last hour! For the fiftieth time Bert went to the edge and gave a shout. Suddenly from below came an answering call. For one moment the sudden change from sickening fear to hope struck us dumb. Then, with a shout, both of us dashed down the hill in the direc- tion of the voices. But we could go no distance in that inky black- ness and were obliged to return. Then for nearly an hour no answer came to our shouts, for they were now too tired to waste breath in calling. Just as we had given them up for the second time we heard a shout quite near at hand, and in a few minutes into the light of the camp-fire they came, two gleams of white ' teeth high up on two browny masses. There they were again, dirty, burnt, tired, soaked, but grinning. Did you do it? we shouted. She can ' t be done, they answered. Then such a babel as ensued over that delayed meal! How we waited on them, and how gratefully they ate! Then as they dried themselves over the fire we all talked together. We asked a thousand questions and didn ' t wait for the answers. I see them now, the bright fire-light on their faces, telling us of that fourteen hours on the mountain, almost wholly of ice, with huge seracs and caves and unclimbable, precipitous walls. At last exhausted nature had her way and wc went off to our tents. The next day we continued our willing service and lounged for the last time. From that point we hurried homewards, mak- ing two drives a day where possible, back to Robson statiori. There we heard for the first time of the monstrous war-clouds rolling over Europe, and as we sped eastward to take up again the responsi- bilities of life, the bright scenes of the past six weeks faded gently back into the peaceful gallery of memory, whose pictures are ac- cessible for all time M.S. Chivalry. I haven ' t any car tickets, Miss Spr-ng-t-, but I ' ll walk you home. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 27 iv oger at tfje pall. (Being a hitherto unpublished essay by Joseph Addison belonging to the Coverley Papers, discovered in Manuscript by Christina LyallJ) Dulce est Desipere in Loco. — Horace. Having received an invitation from my old friend Sir Roger de Coverley to visit him, I arose at an early hour, that I might travel by the earliest coach to his country house. Upon my arrival I was met by the aged butler, who told me with due cere- mony that Sir Roger was visiting in the Parish, but that he had left many orders as to my refreshment and satisfaction. I then noticed for the first time the festive appearance of the house, which lacked its habitual dignity. While I was making these reflections and observations the old knight himself appeared and received me with the warmest of welcomes. He then proceeded to acquaint me with the welfare of all my friends, and further informed me that they were looking forward with much pleasure to seeing me that evening. I must here observe the artful manner in which Sir Roger, who knew my dislike for all publick occasions, brought me, under the simple pretext of a quiet visit, to his annual country ball. But as I love the old man, I take delight in com- plying with everything that is agreeable to him, and accordingly after much discussion prepared for the evening ' s entertainment. As it is a great event, Sir Roger throws his spacious Hall open to all the villagers, from the lowliest yeoman to the haughtiest squire, and all gladly avail themselves of his invitation, for he is beloved and esteemed by all about him. Indeed, so great was his hospitality on this occasion that even the very old men had been invited, and upon their arrival Sir Roger had seen that they were supplied with a clean pipe, a paper of tobacco and a mug of beer, and also that their chairs were placed so as to afford a goo d view of the dancers. The young people, though, were making merry in various parts of the Hall, and my attention was es- pecially drawn to the centre of the room, where the dancers were lined in array to begin the Minuet. I then observed Sir Roger, who, in gorgeous apparel, was leading the figure with a pretty young thing of about eighteen years, with three small patches under her left eye. It has been known that as many as ten patches have been worn at one sitting, but for my own part I prefer one. However, Sir Roger seemed much pleased with her pretty coquetries, and ordered her with mock severity to hold up her head and fall back according to the evolutions of the dance. Indeed so pleased was he with her blushing curtsies that he ordered the dance to be played through three times, and after- wards saluted her with a kiss, and presented her with a fan decorated with cupids and garlands. When the dancing was at its height, my friend Will Wimble added considerably to the evening ' s mirth. He chanced to be 28 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE dancing with the haughtiest lady of the whole countryside, and his foot becoming entangled in the border of her skirt, he brought her stately person to the floor with a thump that attracted the attention of the whole room. As he was helping her to her feet, Will did not in any way lessen her embarrassment when he in- formed her that he had invented a new kind of garter which was more serviceable than the one she was wearing and also more beautiful. However, the only discordant note was struck when Tom Touchy, happening to notice some evergreens decorating the Hall, stoutly asserted that they had been taken from his woods and that Sir Roger would hear from him at the next quarter session. It lacked but half an hour of midnight when Sir Roger bade them all courteously good-night. Not being a little pleased with this early retirement, I determined to write a paper on the sub- ject, for I have received many complaints from my readers, and could heartily wish that more of our townsmen would follow the old knight ' s example. This would not only be more beneficial to themselves but more pleasing to those disturbed by their mid- night revelry. Bribe. One of the most exciting drives I have ever taken was during the Easter holidays. It was the last Sunday of the holidays and very warm. About 10 o ' clock in the morning we noticed a thick black cloud of smoke in the South, which seemed to be rapidly approaching the hay meadow. Now, as everything was so thor- oughly dried out and a strong gale blowing from the South, we realized the danger that threatened the buildings and feed for the stock. As it was Sunday all the men were away and there was only my brother at home. He asked me to go with him to drive the horses while he set a back fire, as it was the only hope of saving the buildings and hay. By the time we had driven a mile the fire was upon us. The smoke was so dense that at first it was hard to force the horses on, but we had to get through the first fire in order to save the meadow. After we had got safely through the smoke we reached the field, just in time to save the hay. My brother at once started a back-fire and left me in charge of the horses. They were both terrified at the fire and wanted to run away, so I left the stack and drove up to the top of a hill near by and waited. It was a terrible and yet a beautiful sight; the flames were leaping up beyond the tops of the tall poplar trees to a sky black with dense, rolling clouds of smoke, and the ground was only relieved here and there by a patch of grass too green to burn. What had been calm and peaceful before was now an uproar of falling timber and roaring wind, smoke and flame. The heat became intense, and to our dismay we saw that the HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 29 wind had changed and was bringing the back-fire straight for us We drove over to a slough where there was generally water, but owing to the dry weather there was no water in it. Off we rushed to another, where we were more successful, and after a while we succeeded in putting out the fire enough to save the hay, though it was noon the following day before the fire finally died out. We then turned the horses home, but — oh! what a different country to what it had been an hour before. Every- where, as far as the eye could see, was a bare, black country, covered here and there with blackened, smoking bushes. We had great trouble in getting the horses to cross the smoking ashes, but after a great deal of coaxing we managed to arrive home, very hot and tired, in time for lunch. Gladys Kensington, Form Lower VI. Jforbesi Robertson as Camlet. The greatest event which the theatrical world of Winnipeg was privileged to enjoy this year was Sir Johnston Forbes-Robert- son ' s production of Hamlet. This crowning work of Shakespeare ' s genius is familiar to most of us, and indeed it is almost univer- sally acknowledged the greatest tragedy ever written. But as the play commands our attention, so also does the player. Garrick has been called the most perfect Hamlet, but Forbes- Robertson surely deserves a place beside him. In those eighteenth century days people considered more the scenic productions and costumes than the actual acting, caring more for costliness than historical fitness — indeed Garrick himself, as the Prince of Den- mark, wore a periwig. But now, when Forbes-Robertson appears before us, our entire attention is riveted upon the characterisa- tion, and scenery and costumes serve but as a background. Perhaps the scene in which Hamlet converses with the spirit of his late father on a remote part of the platform best illustrates the wonderful scenery. Here we see the cold, gray dawn slowly merge into daylight, as the distant rays of the early morning sun cast their light upon the cliffs. But this scenery, artistically con- ceived as it is, is not intended to be the main attraction — for that we must turn to Hamlet himself. Physically, the role of Hamlet is well filled by Sir Johnston — his figure, slight and youthful; his face made beautiful by the eyes of a visionary; his rich, clear voice penetrating every nook and corner of the theatre with no strain nor effort on the part of the actor. He is master of an infinite variety of vocal inflection, facial play and gesture. And this is as true of him at sixty as it was at thirty. The Hamlet of the play is under a cloud of melancholy, which any but a supreme actor would make morbid. But Forbes- Robertson ' s keen perception and moral sympathy with the char- acter he is assuming prevent him from inclining either to melo- 30 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE drama or melancholia. Madness overdone alienates an audience, but he maintains the balance, lifts off the veil, takes the audience into his confidence, and invites us to laugh with him at Polonius. But the finest scene of all is that in which we see Hamlet with his mother, the Queen of Denmark. Towards her he appears absolutely merciless, stripping her of all the artifices she uses to conceal her sin, and then he pierces her very heart. But at the sight of her tears, and the anguish of her soul, Hamlet ' s wrath dis- appears. His anger turns to the most tender affection for his mother; the weaker passion is forced to give place to the stronger — his filial love — and he tenderly gathers her into his arms and kisses her. The last scene of all shows the arrival of young Fortinbras as the Prince of Denmark breathes his last, and with tears in our eyes we see him borne away. We cease to feel he is acting Hamlet — he is Hamlet himself. Edna Leckie, Form Upper VI. Whene ' er I hasten down the stair, Hearing the welcome summons sound, And whiff the fragrance-laden air, Room in my heart for naught is found Bur praise of thee — Lizzie! Dost ever from thy kitchen spy And see young cheeks with pleasure glow, When high in air, in comes the pie? If e ' er thou hadst, thou then wouldst know How all praise thee — Lizzie! Thy maids of honor bring delight, Thy dumplings too and puddings brown, Thy hard sauce and thy cakes so light! Eating of them we sing renown And praise of thee — Lizzie ! But when the College is en fete, What marvels then thy pantry shows! Of begged recipes thou couldst relate By blushing brides; next thing their beaux Sing praise of thee — Lizzie ! Where ' er I wander o ' er this earth, I ne ' er shall lose from out my mind The memory of thy great worth, So good to us thou art and kind, All praise to thee — Lizzie! HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 31 SEEN FROM THE STUDIO WINDOWS M. Rowley OTtnntpeg Character i feetcfjesu Two Old Irishwomen. It was not until two weeks ago that I knew of two old women, who had taken care of my father ' s rooms twenty years ago. They had been under the care of the city for many years, and I was sent over to take them some fresh eggs and tea. When I arrived at the shack I met one of the women, whose name is Mary, at the door, and I knew her at once from the description I had heard. She was about sixty-five years old and not more than four feet in height. Her skirt was made of an old sack, torn in many places, and she had a dark grey blouse on. Her grey hair was screwed in a little knot on the top of her head. I was taken into the room where they lived, which is not more than ten feet square, and the first thing I noticed was Joanna, the other one, sitting up in bed taking a cup of tea. She is about eighty years of age, and is nothing but skin and bone. She is gradually dying of old age, and is at times unconscious of what she is saying. These two sisters live together in this one room with only a single bed, a little stove with the wood piled up beside it, two chairs, a table and one shelf to keep their few dishes on. Although they have lived in this country for nearly forty years, I knew at once when I heard them speak that they were Irish. When Mary first opened the door she said: Look, Joanna dear, who has come to to see you. Why you know Mr. Rogers ' daughter. Then Joanna said: Oh my darlin ' child — God bless you. An ' ain ' t you jus ' like your farther. Sit down, dear. Mary, spread your apron on the chair. After I had stayed there for some time they wanted to tell me ghost stories of which they are very fond; then Joanna said: I have to get out of here, ' cause the people above me dance jigs, and the babies are always cryin ' an ' it makes me feel worse. Then she changed the subject. Ah, Mary, you ' ll never gat to Havan, ' cause you ' re not clane, you ' re not clane. Patrick Fred- erick Walsh (speaking to the bird) won ' t you sing for the lady? 32 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Mary told me of all the old times, and of the time when Joanna had gone down to the station and cursed an officer who was going to the Boer War, that he might be shot in the head, because he owed her four hundred dollars. She had prayed that her curse would come true and nobody ever saw or heard of him after the war. People cannot tell what poverty is until they visit the poor houses and shacks, and these two old Irish women used to live down on Carlton Street, only two blocks from Havergal. Margaret Rogers, Form V . Old Nancy Old Nancy is a very funny Indian squaw. She must be nearly eighty years old, but she can still scrub floors, and make comfortable moccasins. She has a bronze, wrinkled and kindly old face. Her eyes are small and dark, and are very weak and often bloodshot. Her hair is black with streaks of grey mixed with it. She very seldom speaks, and when she does she has a very soft voice. When you talk to her she laughs or giggles in a soft way. If you ask her if she would like a cup of tea and something to eat, she giggles softly and sometimes manages to say yea, or thanks. Over her head she wears an old grey shawl which comes down over her shoulders; below this emerges a long full black skirt, and then peep out the flat moccasined feet. Generally she is carrying a small parcel under her arm, and in it is sure to be some Indian work she wants to sell to you. She works well and when she comes to an especially dusty or dirty spot, she says O dose dirty gals, dose dirty gals. She will most likely say it over and over again when she is cleaning for you. When I was small I used to be afraid of her, and think she was wicked. Of course it was foolish, because she is the most harm- less and good-natured squaw you could ever meet. She makes very comfortable moccasins to measurement, and can put the most beautiful bead-work patterns on them. She also makes em- broidered cushion covers, and rag mats. She lives in Selkirk, but comes up here to sell her things, and goes back when she has enough money to pay her fare and to live for a short time. Frances Code, Form V. Old Sack Old Sack is one of Winnipeg ' s oldest characters. He is about five feet tall and gives you the impression that he has come out of a coal bin. He has a dirty face, old and torn clothes, worn- out shoes, a hat on the back of his head, and he gets his name from always having a dirty old sack thrown over his shoulder. His first home was a mud hut situated on the banks of the Assiniboine, so one can see what an old inhabitant he is. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 33 Old Sack speaks to everyone passing by, and is often seen in the summer time with four or five children — usually boys — following him and throwing stones at him in order to get him to chase them. But every winter he is kept in prison now, as he seems unable to support himself and has often been found nearly frozen. Old Sack is known to have a beautiful tenor voice. Kathleen Persse, Form V. ® littlt Jf arm OTell EtUeb. (Canadian Version) The Canadian farmer has only six months in which to reap his crop, and so for those six months he is a very busy man. He can- not begin his work until the ground is thawed, and some years the ground is frozen until quite late, and that shortens his working time. This year being an exception, they started earlier than usual, before the third week in April. n VHRF - - ' ' - ' ' PLOUGHING The fields that have been left for summer-fallow the previous year can be prepared for seed after the snow disappeared and the men are able to get out into the fields at all. They start to harrow, which is the first process in seeding. If the fields have been used for seed they have first to be ploughed before harrowing, and then they also plough for the coming year ' s summer-fallow. After they think the land has been harrowed enough for the first time they start to seed, having previously pickled the grain with formalin. When the grain is a few inches high they harrow again. Discs are sometimes used on summer-fallow instead of plough, as the discs seem to get the weeds up better. 34 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE The grain is in the ground about five months before they bring the binder out to start harvesting, which is a very inter- esting piece of work, as I discovered last summer. One beautiful morning I woke up with the sun streaming in my window, and could hear the sound of the birds singing in the trees. I lay in bed and listened to them for a while, when a thought suddenly struck me — I would like to go to the harvest field and spend the day. I bounced out of bed, dressed in some very old clothes, came downstairs and had breakfast at 6 o ' clock. I took my straw hat and gloves off the hook and went to the barnyard, where the men were hitching up their horses. Some men are much quicker than others, so we had to wait for the slow ones. When everyone was ready we started off. My brother drove four horses on a binder that year, so I walked by his side, dancing and singing as I went. We reached the field in a very few minutes, as they were going to cut quite close to the house that day. Usually after each man has hitched his four horses on the binder, the wagon which carries the twine and oil comes around, and each one takes his twine and oil in turn. Every year we have a man from Winnipeg, who looks after the binders. He stays in the field with the men all day, so that if anything goes wrong he is there to attend to it. The leader always looks to see if everyone is ready; if they are, he jumps up on the seat, takes up his reins and tells the horses to go, so you see fifteen binders start off to cut. They look very nice as each one cuts in just a little bit further than the leader. Some very large bundles come out as the grain is cut. The stookers are busy setting up the. large sheaves of wheat, some- times eight in a heap, and sometimes more, just as they think best. At half past eleven the men unhitch the horses, as we always have dinner at twelve. Going home at noon that day I drove my brother ' s team, and I certainly enjoyed it, as the horses were so nice and fat. After dinner the men go out to the bunk house, which is right near the house, and rest until 1 o ' clock; then they go out to the barn and hitch up again. The minute I saw them go to the barn I ran out and went with them again, as I did not want to miss anything. At noon they go through the same process, oiling their binder and seeing that they have enough twine. About 4 o ' clock, feeling rather hungry, I ate some of the lunch which I had with me. As I was eating, the binders were going by, making such a pretty scene; I thought about the people in the olden days when the invention of binders had never occurred to them, arid realized how much more they could have got done if they had had them. The men work quite late at night during the summer, and as I was feeling rather tired after being out in the hot sun all day, I decided to sit down by a stook with my back to the sun and HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 35 watch it as it slowly went down, to see what an effect it would make with the wheat. It was a very pretty sight, indeed. The horizon was perfectly clear; not a cloud was in sight and the sun shone upon the wheat making it a golden color in some places, and in others a darker yellow. I thought the sun made the wheat a very beautiful picture. I left the field of golden wheat feeling very satisfied and started on my way home, thinking that I had not spent such a glorious day for some time. It was certainly a day that I shall not quickly for £ et - Gladys Howes, Form V. (Special) THE PICKER. (Respectfully dedicated to H n H.) She picks on me! I know it ' s so ' cause all agree That she puts all the blame on me. When any little thing goes wrong, It ' s me she goes for hot and strong; And yet I never break a rule That ' s necessary for a school. The equal of my brain and mind, Throughout the school you ' ll never find, My room is tidy, clean and neat, I scrub my desk, both top and seat; I often wonder what ' s the use When all I get is more abuse! No matter what I do or am, She ' s always giving me a slam! She picks on me! 36 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE fust g o. How The Goat Got His Beard. Once upon a time, not very long ago, there lived a goat. He was a very giddy goat, and everyone thought him a very young goat. Now, this giddy goat had a son. Everyone thought the son was the father and the father the son. Giddy Goat used to get very angry if his son — who, my dear children, really loved playing — ever played, because he hated to think that he was old. The poor son used to do all the work while his very silly father used to play. One day this very silly old Giddy Goat was capering round when a messenger came, and told him that Great Old Nature wished to see him. Early the next morning this very silly, frolic- some Giddy Goat started out to go to the land of Great Old Nature, which is just past the Bow River. Now, Great Old Nature was a stern old person. In fact, my dears, she was a very stern old person. When the silly, frolicsome old Giddy Goat entered her presence he was even sillier, if that were possible. Great Old Nature was very, very stern with old Giddy Goat and told him that he could no longer play at being young, because she was going to put a long, silky pointed beard under his chin. So this, my dears, is how the goat came to have a beard. Miriam Rowley, Form V. How The Buffalo Got His Big Head. A long time ago, O Best Beloved, the Buffalo had a great big hairy body, and a little teeny, weeny head. Now, the Buffalo was a vain, haughty, ' ceited animal, and he kept telling his Uncle, the great big, shaggy Bison, and his Aunt, the clumsy, sleepy cow, what a wonderful animal he was. Now, his Uncle, the great, big, shaggy Bison, and his Aunt, the clumsy, sleepy cow, grew tired of his vain, haughty, ' ceited ways. So they said that if he could win a race from Wala-Wala to Muskogee, then back again to Wala- Wala, he would really and truly be the greatest animal on earth. All the other animals were journeying to Wala-Wala to join in this great, wonderful race. When all the animals bellowed the race was to begin. The animals started and they ran, and ran, and ran, but when they reached Muskogee the Buffalo was last. Now this, O Best Beloved, hurt his vanity so much that he determined to be first at Wala-Wala. So he ran, and ran, and ran, until he was just behind the first animal, and had only a mile to Wala-Wala, to get ahead of him. When they got to Wala-Wala he was first by the length of his body. Well, O Best Beloved, as you must know, all the other animals began to praise him and never stopped, until they saw HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 37 that his head began to swell, and swell, until he had a big head. This made the vain, haughty, ' ceited Buffalo listen to no more praise; he was also very, very angry because his head was so big and heavy that he could not hold it up, and Best Beloved, he has been angry to this day. June Suckling, Form V . How The Beaver Got His Tail. Long ago the Beaver had no means of patting the mud so that it would become flat. He was, therefore, very anxious to find some way. He went to the Muskrat and said, Dear friend, I am in great difficulties. I have no means of patting the mud for my dam. What shall I do? Why not use your paw? replied the Muskrat. I had not thought of that, replied the Beaver, and off he went to try. He soon found this would not do, as his paws were too small and sank into the wet mud very easily. He then went to the Fish, and said, Dear friend, I am in great difficulties. I have no means of patting the mud for my dam. What shall I do? I went to the Muskrat and he told me to use my paw, but it is too small and it sinks into the mud. So what am I to do? Why not just go and lie down there for a while. That will smooth it for you. Off went the Beaver, but he soon found this would not do, and he went to see the Frogs. Dear friends, I am in great difficulties. I have no means of patting the mud for my dam. What am I to do? I went to the Muskrat and he told me to use my paw, but it is too small and it sinks into the mud. I went to the Fish and he told me to lie down, but I spoil it all in getting up. Oh, do help me. Why, you silly! Just take a stone in your paws and pat it with that. Oh, thank you so much, I shall try at once. While the Beaver was doing this, the stone fell, and dropped on his tail and he cried in great excitement, Help! Help! What is wrong? cried the Frogs in a chorus. Oh, the stone has fallen on my tail! Do help me. The Frogs managed to get the Beaver ' s tail out, but while under the stone it had become very flat. That is just the thing for you to use for your dam, cried one of the Frogs. So that is how the Beaver got its tail, and after many years of usage it has become hard and horny. Agnes Sever in, Form V . HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 39 3nbtatt . Nipigon, where the Indians of the East come to do their buy- ing and selling, is built on the shore of a large lake. In the winter, just when the sun is beginning to peep above the horizon, little birch bark sleds may be seen drawn by four or six large dogs, called huskies, and followed by an Indian and his squaw, with their baby papoose, perhaps, tied in a birch bark bed on his mother ' s back. These Indians, on reaching town, go straight to a fur trader and try to sell their furs at what they ask for them, but the trader tells them they are not worth that much, and after a lot of bar- gaining and bartering, they sell their furs at the trader ' s price. After they have received the money for their raw furs they go and buy some groceries, and perhaps a piece of bright red stuff to make the squaw an apron, and always tobacco for the old Indian. They wander up and down town for a few hours, and at noon they go to some warm, sunny place and eat their lunch and smoke, and soon after go to the hotel. Here they find more Indians smoking and drinking and play- ing cards, and they stay until it is time to start for home. About four o ' clock in the afternoon the streets are again filled with Indians, and their dog trains, starting on their way home. Arriving home late they have supper and go to bed, where they stay perhaps, until noon the next day, when they have to visit their traps. This takes nearly the whole of the afternoon, for sometimes they take an animal out of a trap, sometimes they set one that has been in some way set off, and very often they dig to find one that has been dragged off or that the fresh snow has covered up. If one were to visit an Indian ' s wigwam, one would find a round tent made of large skins, with small round poles sticking up through the top. The wigwams are nearly always built on the south side of a high rock or south of a grove of evergreen trees, where the snow is likely to make a high bank behind. If you were to go inside you would find a very dirty place — a dirty bed made of skins, a blanket in one corner — a pile of stones for a stove in another, and all around the room skins on stretchers, waiting to be taken to town for trade. Jessie Fife, Form V {Special), The Optimist. There ' s always something to look forward to here — either Gym. or Music Lesson. 40 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE tEfte Hanb of ©olfoapa. The last day of the Christmas holidays had come to an end. Bessie lay awake a long time thinking how nice it would be if there were a Christmas every few weeks and if every day were a holiday. By the dim light coming through the window she could just see the silhouette of an elephant and a Noah ' s ark with the animals standing in rows. As she gazed at them, some clothes on a chair seemed to take the form of an elephant, and brought to her mind all the stories she had ever heard of its ferocity. With an effort, Bessie turned her attention to the more peaceful forms of her cattle. As she watched them they started growing, and did not stop until they were life-size, and she found herself on a road bordered on both sides by green pastures with wooden horses, cows and sheep walking stiffly on their legs, which only moved where they joined the body. Everything seemed made of wood, even the birds that chirruped on the trees; and the trees were standing up only because there were stands glued to them. In one of the meadows there was a wooden woman with a tiny waist, wearing a painted apron. Bessie ran over to her, and sud- denly remembering that she was to go to school that day, asked the woman where it was. She looked at Bessie with her black painted eyes. Schools? There aren ' t any, she said, staring; every day ' s a holiday. Just then some queer wooden children came out of the house near-by. They looked cheerful enough, but Bessie did not think they had much expression. Is everything made of wood? she asked. Why, no; there are Good gracious! screamed Bessie, look at that child; it ' ll fall! She was right. One of the children who had been climbing a tree tried to balance himself straight up on the very tip top of the tree; but he failed, knocked over the tree and fell himself. But before Bessie could reach the spot he was on his legs again. The other children seemed to think it was a great joke. The only mark he suffered was that half of the paint on his face came off. Bessie returned to the woman, as she was anxious to find her way home. As they talked, her wooden friend gave a faint scream and pointed to a huge elephant thundering towards them. Lie down and it won ' t hurt you! adv ised the woman. But what if it steps on me? said Bessie. It ' s too bad that you aren ' t wood, she said; then it wouldn ' t hurt you. Bessie did not wait for the conclusion, and started off at full speed, but the next instant she was caught and held high up in the air. She kicked and struggled and then suddenly opened her eyes — nurse was standing over her, telling her to get up and hurry to school. Bessie gazed around the room and then muttered to herself: I ' m glad I don ' t live there! Elsie Ross, Form V. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 41 Utttle picture . (i) A large yellow moon was rising behind the brow of the hill, and a solitary wigwam was silhouetted against the evening sky. Sit- ting in front of the camp fire was an old squaw with a papoose in a tree hard by, waiting for the brave to come from hunting. Down in the valley a wolf howled, and her hand tightened on her gun. The papoose shook with fear when an owl flew past with a hoot. (2) The shadows are lengthening in the woods. The green leaves are just beginning to be tinged with yellow and crimson. The bottoms of the tree-trunks are covered with soft green moss. There is a rustling sound as the brown rabbits hurry away through the dead leaves, and you hear the whirr of wings over- head. The birds are singing their evening song. In the dark recesses of the wood you hear the hissing of the bats. In the east the sky is dark blue; in the west the great ball of fire is disappearing behind the trees, leaving in its wake a shaft of red and yellow light. Gena Williams, Shell Form. (3) The word ripples brings to my mind a scene on an Indian summer evening, about the end of August. There is a full moon, and a warm summer breeze blowing across the lake, bringing with it the sweet smell of pine. The moon reflects its rays in the water. Our dinghy is running before the wind and we sail along to the music of the ripples playing at the side of the boat. Marjorie Carruthers, Shell Form. Evening It is a summer evening, and the moon is rising in a huge red ball. The water ripples against the bank, and the wind makes the poplar trees rustle and whisper to themselves. As the moon gets higher in the sky it gets smaller, and changes from red to a more silvery color. It reflects on the water, and it seems as if there is a silver pathway to the moon. A Wet Night I have often lain awake at night and heard the wind whistling round the house, as if it were trying to find a place to get in. The rain drops down the eavestrough and plays a little tune over and over again. Everything seems cold and dreary, and I am glad to be inside. Kate Rowley, Shell Form. The Tort Qmsr flux • rasLBRtoE 1915 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 43 itoto g aptooob ©ot a Petter Mamt. When Sapwood first came into the tribe he was a half-starved warrior, and he was brought in as a prisoner. The Great Chief of the tribe said Sapwood would be burnt. Everything was made ready, and the old squaws and the children sat around the tree to which Sapwood was tied. Very soon queer sounds were heard, and out of each wigwam came an Indian in full war- paint. They all danced around the prisoner and sang a weird song, Ki, yi, yi, yi; Ki, yi; Ki, yi, yi. Then they all stopped and sat down. The Chief first went over to the big drum, made out of an old hollow tree-stump with a piece of skin from some animal stretched over it, and gave it a whack with the big club he held. Then he set fire to the pile of wood under Sapwood. The flames darted up all around him. The Indians resumed their war dance amid the noise of the drum and their own voices — Ki, yi, yi; Ki, yi; Ki — . What was the matter? Were their eyes deceiving them? But yes, it was true! The flames never burnt Sapwood! The Indians took him down, and they all crowded around him, but the Chief waved them back and carefully looked Sapwood over, then exclaimed, Huh! — no good! You no burn, your name Sapwood. Then the Chief lit his peace-pipe and they all smoked it: Sapwood had become a member of the tribe. That night there was a very bad thunderstorm, and the Indians, who were very superstitious, thought that the gods were angry with them. There was a terrific crash of thunder, preceded by a flash of lightning that lit up the whole forest. After that all was quiet. What could they have done? The gods must be very angry; perhaps they should not have let Sap- wood into the tribe. Next morning Sapwood came running to the Chief ' s tent and said that he had just awakened to find that his wigwam had been blown about four yards away and he had been left sleeping on his blanket. The Chief called a council and they decided that Sapwood must be favoured by the gods, as he was not hurt when the wigwam was blown away, and that something great must be going to happen to him. But the Chief said he must keep his name till he did something worthy of a better one. Sapwood was very anxious for a chance to show that he was worthy of a better name, and at last it came. Every twelve moons the Indians had a great gathering in a big clearing in the middle of the forest. All the tribes went, and they had running and shooting contests, and tests for those who could see the farthest. Sapwood entered into each contest. First came the race. They had to run up to one end of the clear- ing and chop down a tree making its trunk fall towards the other end of the clearing. They started and had the trees cut down very quickly, but who would win? Sapwood won, and every- 44 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE body was surprised. He also won the shooting contest. Last came the seeing test, and Sapwood showed that he could see better than any Indian in the tribe by spying first the stuffed deer they had hidden. That night the Indians had a pow-wow, and just before it Sapwood was given his new name, Hawk-Eye, and made a Chief. But what else ? He was also given the hand of his Chief ' s daughter, which was a very great honour. And now he is the great Hawk- Eye, Chief of the tribe. Frances Kilvert, Shell Form . I o tije g d)ool at Mar. Written by the Headmaster of Shrewsbury School. We don ' t forget — while in this dark December We sit in schoolrooms that you know so well And hear the sounds that you so well remember — The clock, the hurrying feet, the Chapel bell; Others are sitting in the seats you sat in; There ' s nothing else seems altered here — and yet Through all of it, the same old Greek and Latin, You know we don ' t forget. We don ' t forget you — in the wintry weather You man the trench or tramp the frozen snow; We play the games we used to play together In days of peace that seem so long ago; But through it all, the shouting and the cheering, Those other hosts in graver conflict met, Those other sadder sounds your ears are hearing Be sure we don ' t forget. And you, our brothers, who for all our praying, To this dear school of ours come back no more, Who lie, our country ' s debt of honor paying — And not in vain — upon the Belgian shore; Till that great day when at the Throne in Heaven The books are opened and the Judgment set, Your lives for honor and for England given The School will not forget. — C. A. Alington {The Times). HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 45 Pelgium. The events of the great war which is now raging in civilized Europe, spreading ruin and devastation on the land through which it passes, have thrown a bright light on Belgium. Certainly we all discuss Belgium with enthusiasm, yet many find that they know practically nothing of the noblest little country in the world. For years Belgium has been considered a collection of old buildings and old masters, and a stopping place on the way to Germany. They have seen no further, and know not what a thrifty, cultured, honourable nation Belgium is. Though small of stature she is great in deeds of valour and in honour. The whole of her history is a long struggle to raise the country, to be down-trodden again and again by superior forces. As now the German gun carriages rumble over the land, so in Julius Caesar ' s time his chariot wheels rolled over the same earth, and he found in this people one of the most difficult enemies. Later the country, comprising the Belgium of to-day, formed a part of the great Carlovingian empire. Under Charles and his son it strove and prospered, but by Charles ' three grandsons the kingdom was divided into three parts. Flanders went with the western third and the rest of Belgium with the middle third. In the following centuries, the feudal positions of the Count of Flan- ders, Count of Hainault and Duke of Brabant and the Marquis of Antwerp were established, and it is these fiefs that form the Belgium of to-day. The chivalry of Belgium dates back to the days when they took such a prominent part in the Crusades. Some of the foremost military leaders were their people, as God- frey of Bouillon, Robert Duke of Flanders and Baldwin IX. In 1419 these several states were united with Holland, under Philip the Good of Burgundy, and this sowed the first seeds of a common nationality. Under him the land flourished. The famous Louvain University was founded, the great Antwerp Cathedral begun, and some of the world ' s greatest artists, the Van Eycks, were working in the land. But the dream of freedom faded at Charles the Bold ' s death, and in 1482 the land came under Aus- trian rule. In 1555 it again exchanged hands, passing with Hol- land to the rule of Spain under Charles V. But in him they found no oppressor. He was a native of Ghent, and he understood the people. In his reign Belgium grew and her trade, always prosper- ous, became immense. No town in England in the sixteenth cen- tury was comparable with the cities of Belgium. Their real oppression began in the reign of Philip II., and this oppression, by several hands, lasted steadily until 1830. In the sixteenth century Belgium was the battlefield of all European struggles. Even as early as 1642, James Howell called Belgium the cockpit of Christendom, which, indeed, she has ever been, and is to-day. During Louis XIV ' s reign, Belgium was con- tinually bearing the brunt of his battles. French, English and 46 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Dutch all used it as their battle-ground against Spanish, German and Austrian troops. In 1713, by the Treaty of Utrecht, the unfortunate Belgium was transferred to Austria, only to be devastated again by the wars of the Austrian succession. For eighty-two years the people were oppressed and tyrannized over by Austria. In 1795 they were handed over to France, and formed a part of the new repub- lic. Until 1814 France was master of Belguim, and she had com- parative rest, and was free from being the battle-ground of the Napoleonic wars. In 1814, the Prussians, after Napoleon ' s ban- ishment to Elba, rid Belgium of the French and handed her over to Holland, under King William I of the Netherlands, only to be- come the scene of the English and Prussian defeat of the great Napoleon in 1815. Under the Dutch the Belgians chafed. They were treated as inferiors, and though the Belgians greatly outnumbered the Dutch, they were allowed little or no voice in the control of the state. Out of 219 ministers only 14 were Belgians, and of 1,967 officers in the army only 288. The situation grew steadily worse until 1830 the breach came. For 365 years she had been oppressed by various foreign pow- ers. But adversity often brings good, and it did for the Bel- gians. In every heart burned a great national spirit, and when the time came they were ready, trained by long suffering to form a noble nation. In October, 1829, a national petition of the Belgians was laid before the States-General, but nothing was done. On August 25th, 1830, at the Brussels Opera House, when a performer sang a familiar air appealing for liberty, the audience was so stirred that they rushed, in a mob, into the streets, robbed the gun shops, raid- ed the Dutch garrison and the houses of prominent Dutchmen and then withdrew to the town. A committee of Regency was established, the old Brabant tri-color hoisted and the Dutch garrison surrounded. Things went thus till September 23rd, when a big Dutch army under Frederick, the King ' s son, attacked Brussels. The Dutch army was trained and well equipped, whilst the Belgians were a mass of volunteers, but fighting men. The combat was fierce, but on September 27th, Frederick was de- feated, and abandoned the city. This street fight proved a turn- ing point. Volunteers had conquered trained soldiers. A provincial government was formed, which, on October 4th, declared Belgium an independent state. In October they had two small victories over the Dutch, and William cleared Belgium of his troops except Antwerp and Luxemberg. The following year the Dutch attempted to retaliate, but foreign powers interfered. Belgium was to be free. There was much hesitation over the choice of a king for the new nation, but after long deliberation they fixed their happy choice on Leopold of Saxe-Cobourg. In June, 1831, he was elected by the Congress, and on June 21st he was solemnly proclaimed at Brussels King of the Belgians HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 47 There was still much dispute with Holland over the boundaries of Belgium. Leopold I was on the throne but three weeks, when war raged with Holland, which lasted for eight years. After a conference of the great Powers in London, peace was restored, and since then, Belgium has been a separate kingdom. The treaty of 1839 regulated the external position of Belgium, and is the scrap of paper so much talked of to-day. Belgium was to be perpe- tually neutral, with the guarantee of the Five Great Powers. This condition was really imposed upon her against her will, chiefly by Prussia and England, to maintain her as a bulwark against France But it was a safeguard against her becoming once more the cock- pit of Europe, until in 1914 German civilization broke its bonds. Leopold Fs reign was long and prosperous, and in 1848, when all Europe was convulsed by revolutions, Belgium was un- shaken. Leopold II, who ruled from 1865-1909, was not as lofty a character as his father, yet the country still prospered. Her art, commerce and manufactures rapidly grew, until she won a most important place in Europe, quite out of proportion with her area and population. In 1909, Albert, the heroic King of the Belgians, came to the throne. For five years he reigned in peace, ruling his country wisely and well. He was the people ' s head in every sense, yet he was one of them. They revered him, yet loved him. Perhaps never was a king so widely loved, except Edward VII of England. But in 1914 his reign of peace came to an end through no fault of his. Belgium became once more the cockpit for Germany, to be trampled under their feet. But she would not submit to have her neutrality trespassed on by a horde of Huns. The scrap of paper meant nothing to this barbarous race of invaders. Once more her roads are trampled by a foreign foe. Once more her towns are devastated and racked by an invader. Once more her fields are dyed with the life-blood of her sons — because she will not allow her independence to be violated; her spirit is too great, her bravery too noble. Nowhere is so small a space steeped with such bravery and honour. Never will her glory fade, though her last building fall and her last man die at his post. But that will never be while there still live the civilized nations of the world. We will fight for you, little Belgium, with our last breath, and build you up again after our victory. In adversity their king has proved his worth. He is a kingly king and a man through and through. No less loved is Queen Elizabeth. Homeless and destitute this noble pair are with their people in the thick of the fight. King Albert directs and cheers his men; Queen Elizabeth in the hospitals, soothes and ministers to the sick and dying. They and their country have made them- selves immortal. Long live the King of the Belgians, and may he with his country have a rich and lasting peace! Kathleen Ardagh, Form Upper VI. 48 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE tEo Belgium. With Spartan courage, Grecian legions bold For home and hearth and children nobly fought; Belgium, a nobler sacrifice hath wrought, Forgetting loved ones, honour to uphold. Her noble king, greater than knights of old, Saw ruin, pillage drear, but such at naught He set, and myriad barbarous foes he sought To stay, to save the world from shame untold. Well nigh bereft of all her beautous store, In woe the bleeding country trampled lies. Ne ' er saw the world, can n ' er again behold Such noble service. In history shall be told Her greatness, when war no longer terrifies, And peace, through sorrow, reigns the wide world o ' er. ILovh 3 obett£. What ' e does not know o ' war, General Bobs, You can arst the shop next door, can ' t they Bobs? Oh, ' e ' s little, but ' e ' s wise, ' E ' s a terror for his size, An ' ' e does not advertise, do yer, Bobs? — Kipling. The Great War, which in so short a time plunged Europe into a state of turmoil, brought before the public many new men of promise to stand beside those well-remembered and well-honored veterans who have fought for king and country in other wars. Dearest of these veterans to every Britisher was Lord Roberts, known by the soldier as Little Bobs. His father was a soldier, and from his childhood up, young Roberts saw and heard much of the military life. It was quite natural, then, that at the age of nineteen, at the close of his education, he should choose a soldier ' s calling; he obtained a commission in the Bengal Artillery. Roberts was steadily promoted, and at the outbreak of the Indian Mutiny in 1857 we find him a staff officer working hard to crush the risings of the Punjab. He was wounded during the struggle to capture Delhi, but was sufficiently recovered to ac- company the column under Colonel Greathed to Cawnpore. He was present at most of the engagements, and later attended Sir Colin Campbell at the second relief of Lucknow. It was while he served under Sir Colin Campbell that he was awarded the Victoria Cross for the gallant act of capturing, single-handed, a standard from two Sepoys. He returned to England, where HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 49 for his services in the war he was promoted to a captaincy. While in England, on the 17th May, 1858, he married Miss Nora Bews. Roberts returned to India in 1859 and so distinguished himself at Zula in the Red Sea, during a four-months ' campaign, that he was made lieutenant-colonel. He then took the command of and fitted out an expedition to Burma. Through a deep forest, in stifling heat, the brave little company cut a road one hundred miles long; then, to add to their miseries, the cholera attacked and carried off many of their number. They were rewarded for their efforts, however, by the fall of Kholel and Taikum, and by the promotion of their leader to the rank of colonel. But great- er days were yet to come. While he was at Simla the news came of the murder of several fellow-officers at Kabul. The only force prepared to answer at such a short call was that under Roberts, and by October 6th, 1878, they faced the army of eight thousand Afghans, who held the pass at Kabul. By the far-seeing tactics of Roberts the enemy were completely routed and Kabul occupied. Not long after this event, word reached Roberts that General Primrose was besieged in Kandahar; therefore Roberts started on his famous march, with ten thousand troops, to relieve that city. It was then that in twenty-two days he accomplished on foot the almost incredible distance of three hundred and thirteen miles, arriving in time to gain a complete victory. He was abundantly re- warded on his return to England, and was about to leave again for India when news came of trouble in South Africa, and Roberts was despatched thither in charge of the troops. Under his able leadership the sieges of Kimberley and Lady- smith were raised, while Mafeking, Pretoria and other cities were occupied; but the war took such gigantic proportions that finally he handed his command to Lord Kitchener. He was received as an honoured hero and much-loved leader by Queen Victoria, and in 1901, at the age of sixty-nine years, he was raised to the rank of earl. The remainder of his life was spent in every effort to promote the moral standards of the army and the welfare of the soldier. It was he who foretold the coming danger from Germany, and warned Britain to prepare several years before the outbreak in 1914; but his warning went unheeded. Troops from all parts of the Empire gathered together to join their motherland and crush this military-mad country, which for many years, under the cover of peace, had been building up navy and armies with which to conquer the West for itself. Each British colony offered its men or ships, and among these the dusky warriors from India came to prove their love and loyalty, and were among the first to be at the firing line, headed by their own valiant princes. While in India he had gained through his incomparable kindness and ability the love and veneration of that warm- hearted people. It was to encourage and to be with these former companions of his that Roberts — now eighty-two years of age — 50 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE risked his life. But Roberts was an old man now, and though he was as cheerful and active as ever, the humidity of the weather and the conditions to which he was exposed resulted in his catch- ing a severe cold, which proved fatal. On the 14th of November, 1914, full of years and honors, this noble soul passed away and another name was added to the long roll of self-sacrificing heroes, whereon stand the names of Nelson and of Wellington. The doors of St. Paul ' s opened once more to receive in her charge yet another honoured guest, the mortal remains of Britain ' s Little Bobs. Evelyn Todd, Lower VI. jffflen g atb tije Baj of Cfjtbalrp Were $a t. Men said the days of chivalry were past, And o ' er the earth self-interest held sway; They feared that none would toil but for his price, And scoffed to think that men should risk their lives Or sufferings bear, for empty Honour ' s sake. Their oft -insistence made us lose our faith In human greatness; and although we spoke Of Scott and gallant Oates, yet well we knew And all ashamed we owned, the taunt was cast Into our teeth with justice. Men might rise Above their fellows, but the nation lay Within the grip of things material. As in our long-delayed spring the trees Stand gaunt and black, and seeming dry and dead, Yet bear (for seeing eyes) the buds full ripe For bursting, at their season, into leaf — So with dimmed sight and dull and blunted minds We gazed upon the old decaying trunks Of nations, and despairing, failed to see Half-hidden buds, the promise of new life. In one, we saw a race whose sires of old To Europe ' s domination had aspired Contented Fashion ' s sovereignty to claim. Scarce turned our thoughts towards the distant East Where long oppressed and ignorant and dumb A mighty people strove towards the truth. Nor as we travelled through the fertile land Once scene of Europe ' s battles, and beheld Her cities gray, her churches old and fair, Perceived we aught but glory of the past, And thrifty people, clean and prosperous, Intent upon their present gain and loss. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 51 So had our inward eye nigh sightless grown, Our spirit hopeless, dead and dull our soul. Yet ere the darkness closed around us, God Still patient, loving, pitiful, outstretched His mighty hand to save, albeit by fire. In Europe ' s midst a newer nation rose Blinder than we; obsessed by lust of power, And in their headlong haste to gain their end, Rejecting honour, mercy, self-control, As checks unworthy of an iron rule. To France the challenge came; unflinchingly Her sons received it, and without complaint Women, with smiling courage, sent their men To certain death. Forgetful of past wrongs, Nought heeding save the little father ' s call, The Slavic people took the sword to save Their lesser brethren from a tyrant ' s yoke. Half wakened, half bewildered, still we watched — Then saw — the tranquil, ripening Belgian fields Trampled by Uhlans — her heroic band Awaiting, like the stripling lad of old, The onslaught of the boastful Philistine. The scales fell from our eyes. We saw the truth Through battle smoke and mid the din of strife Heard God. In every human soul yet lives The will to struggle — nay, to die — for right, For justice and for freedom; sacrifice, Endurance, courage dwell in every heart And self is lost before a nation ' s need. The earth brings forth her heroes as of old. The men who fought at Marathon and won Shall greet as brothers men who charged at Ypres ; Drake ' s spirit lives again among the men Who submarine the foe in his own port. Yet must it ever be that war alone Shall train these virtues ? Shall they never go Unless in com pany with pain and death? And shall our native land, our earthly king Win greater love and loyalty than God? Shall we still lavish on a human foe A deeper hatred than we give to sin ? H. B. H. 52 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Wiomtn tit WBlai Zimt. Some enthusiasts for the cause of woman ' s suffrage are not slow to repeat in our ears, This war is simply fulfilling God ' s wonderful plan of evolution. Indeed, there are arguments which would seem to uphold this somewhat daring statement ; for surely our women are, themselves, moving in this great national struggle; and are they not ensuring for themselves a more defined place in the world of the future ? But it is not only upholders of woman ' s suffrage who are awakening to-day to the capabilities of women. In a London paper we read Feminine Rivals Invade Boy Messengers ' Sphere of Work. Women are taking men ' s places in all work, from driving motor omnibuses even to being porters on railway trains. Another headline is, Women Wanted for War Work. It is need- less to say they have not been slow to answer the call, and are working with heart and soul, whether their employment be indus- trial, agricultural or clerical. This then is how our women are meeting the great shortage of industrial and other labour, and thereby assisting recruiting. Even more splendidly have they actually entered into the military spirit. Women signallers may be seen flag-wagging in Richmond Park, daily. Also rifle corps have been formed, proving many of the women to be excellent shots. But a more striking proof of the unflinching courage that our women are exhibiting is the fact that a great many motor-ambulances of the British Red Cross are driven by women. Surely such women, who are gladly risking their lives daily, are worthy of a much better fate than they have hitherto experienced, but not enjoyed. However, it has been the privilege of few of our women actually to see the front by driving motor-ambulances, etc. To some critics, there are a great many women who are doing nothing whatsoever to help their country. To them we may reply that facts will show that there is not one woman in England, or in Canada, who has not done something to prove her patriotism, no matter how humble her sacrifice may seem. They have only to see the tiniest tots, knitting their wristlets or sewing their bandages or to learn how three working girls of Highbury have given up their sole luxury, The Daily Mirror, in order that they might con- tribute to the Belgian Relief Fund. A strikingly different sacrifice has been made by the Baroness Reitzes, who has sold a pearl neck- lace for £17,000, to provide the Viennese poor with free bread. And how nobly have such women as Maxine Elliott sacrificed the comforts of their luxurious homes to respond to Belgium ' s pitiful cry of distress! Neither must we forget the women of the United States. We read of one girl ' s boarding school in Maryland which has made $800 at a bazaar given in aid of the Belgian Relief Fund. They have given practically $1,600, for it was not open to the HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 53 public, hence the girls bought back the garments which they had provided and made themselves in their recreation hours. In France and Belgium women have led the way in supreme courage and patience amidst the terrible grief and destitution around them. Nowhere have the women responded more gloriously to their nation ' s need than in Russia. Every home and estate of any size has been given up to the making of soldiers ' uniforms and neces- sary comforts. Their own comforts have been put second in every case. Their meals are scanty and all their household, including the many servants, work together from early morning till late at night. But perhaps we find the true characteristic beauty of woman- hood in those who are so wonderfully doing their utmost to relieve the suffering of the wounded and the dying, even on the battlefield. One of our war heroines is Miss Mary MacGill, matron of the Military Isolation Hospital. Ever since the war broke out, she had been working day and night, and finally over-taxing her strength, she contracted cerebro-spinal meningitis, the disease which she herself has done so much to fight. She died shortly afterwards and was buried with military honors. This is but one case out of hundreds, for the risk is great. It would be an endless task, however, to try to enumerate all the heroic incidents which this colossal struggle has brought to light. Let us hope and pray that our Indian brothers who have come to the aid of the Mortherland, may learn, in contact with France and Russia, a higher respect for women, and so render the position of their women in India more bearable. We are proud of the part that woman is playing, and glad that she has been awake to her great opportunity. We ourselves are too young now to go forth and carry on what this war has begun for women, but it is on us that the responsibility rests for the future. It is clearly our duty as the younger generation to respond with eager enthusiasm to the glorious standard that has been set by those who are already availing themselves of the opportunity. They have sown the seed though they may not live to see it strike root. It is our privilege to tend and nourish it till it becomes a plant, bearing fruit, even an hundredfold. Ruth McMartin, Form Upper VI. Results of the Knitting Fever. Girl — May I have a black exercise book? Mistress (absently) — Yes; plain or — purl? One Mistress — And when they saw me jump they thought I was dead. The Other (sympathetically) — And were vou? 54 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 0i Unttttng. It was ever a wise saying of Ancients that Satan findeth mischief still for idle hands to do, and therefore hath it been ordained that man shall eat bread by the sweat of his brow: nevertheless, it hath chanced that latterly many be possessed of wealth insomuch that it needeth them not fo r to toil, and for these have there been devised many occupations to preserve them from the malice of the evil one. Some of these occupations serve for health, of which sports be chief: others serve for vanity, and among such I fain would include the making of boudoir- caps and guest-towels, upon which the female sex do greatly labour: and yet others — but these be fewer — serve for utility. Nevertheless, since the Great War only those occupations which be useful are suffered to remain, and among such is one exceeding popular, to wit, knitting. This, indeed, is strange, seeing that knitting is in no wise new, and, further, hath ever been practised by the common people; yet may we see it eagerly pursued by those who are followers after new things, and our noble ladies are as zealous and upon occasion as skilful as the fisher folk among whom the art first arose Herein have the vulgar triumphed, for to them have come the great for instruction. But it is as difficult to knit as to skate, and to the beginner, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other. A principal fruit of knitting is that while it occupieth the hands, it encourageth reflection in a sex that doth practise it but sel- dom; for it is plain that woman is so made that she must be ever doing something — it may be talking, or working, or it may be playing, but she setteth little store by quiet meditation. A second fruit of knitting is that it hath given employment to many wiio before were but idle talkers: it hath not altogether cured them, for though it occupieth the hands it leaveth the tongue at liberty; but though their conversation be vanity, yet is their handi- work a benefit. Knitting hath further given employment to them that were idle, not by nature, but by reason of age or dread misfortune, and perforce cannot see but through the eyes of others, and from them hath it removed the fear of that same enemy that preyeth on the idle. Yet have I known where knitting that hath been acquired at the cost of our brave soldiers, who needs must wear many strangely shapen garments, hath then been turned to vanity and employed upon the woollen jackets that bear a name that still sounds harsh unto our ears — namely, hug-me-tights. This of a truth is folly, for it giveth to them that dwell in warm houses, and may obtain thick garments, and taketh from them that must pass the day in trenches and at night suffer the ex- treme of cold and dampness; but, alas! the newness of working with grey and brown wool and turning the straight yarn into HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE helmets and socks with bright and shining needles, hath all too soon departed, and in our time there live many of whom it might be said as was spoken of the citizens of Athens, They spend their time in nothing else, but either to tell or to hear some new thing. There be many kinds of garments which may be knitted, of which I will but mention the chief; first, those which be for the comfort of our soldiers, namely, socks, belts, helmets, and knee- caps, which may serve to keep them from the attacks of that most dread enemy, disease; second, those which be for little children, namely, boots, socks, vests, jackets, which be necessary for that they are soft and warm; third, those which for pleasure and comfort we make for ourselves, among which be hug-me- tights. It is to be feared that when the Great War is passed, and peace is in our midst again, that knitting will become as heretofore the occupation of the fishwives upon the quay and the old women in the chimney corner; yet when the soldiers shall have returned home, will there still be many a poor man in need of socks and many a child and woman lacking a scarf. Nevertheless, though the fashion of knitting pass away, shall its fruits remain, nor idleness nor selfishness nor thoughtlessness return to reign over the domain whence industry and love and thoughtfulness have driven them. Of knitting the chiefest thing may soon be said — that as it leaveth no idle hands, so it lesseneth the power of Satan. Knitting a la Mode. 56 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE departure of droops for Valcartier, When the war broke out between France and Germany, England had promised to help, and Canada being one of Eng- land ' s colonies, felt it her duty to obey the motherland ' s call. In Winnipeg the call was received with great patriotism, and was taken in a splendid way. When the troops were leaving for Valcartier there was much excitement among the throng of people that enlisted, and at all the recruiting offices there were men waiting to enlist. And soon there was the call for the first contingent to leave for Valcartier, and everything had to be made for the troops. The day came that they were to go, and before they marched to the station they paraded down Main Street. The fine ap- pearance of the splendid men as they marched, and the whole general appearance of the troops, was a splendid sight, but what took the admiration of the crowd of onlookers was the uniforms — all the redcoats, the men in khaki and the fine and handsome Highlanders. People were looking on, crowding against the ropes and some- times breaking them down; and the relations and friends of the troops called out cheering words to them, and wished them good luck, and the men themselves were keeping up their spirits by singing old songs. But there was a very much sadder time awaiting this same crowd, and that was when the soldiers were at the station. Then was the touching moment, as the families of the men who were leaving, said good-bye. Little children were being held up to give their Daddies a good-bye kiss before the train left. But on the whole everyone was keeping a brave face. The soldiers boarded the train and the crowds were on the plat- form waving good-bye wishes to the ones they might never see again. And then the train pulled out and the people turned home- ward, some very sad and others happy to think that the ones they loved were on their way to fight for their Empire. Miriam Struthers, Shell Form. Photo, Rev. A. W Woods. TROOPSHIPS STEAMING DOWN ST- LAWRENCE HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 57 ®fje abbentures of a $atr of Wristlets. It was so dull in the drawer that the old pair of boots asked me to tell about my adventures in the war. So I began to tell how I was sent over to England. I found myself in a big box on a train. My neighbours were mostly scarfs, socks, and wristlets. We were taken off the train and put on a boat which was very rocky. I was glad to find myself on dry land again. I was left at the depot for that night. The next morning someone gave me to a pleasant looking soldier. He thanked the man, and said that I was just what he wanted, which made me feel very proud. He seemed to be a great favorite among the soldiers, and I think he deserved to be, for he was so cheerful. One terrible night, I will never forget; it was then I first heard the guns. I thought the world was coming to an end, there was so much noise. My master (I am going to call him that) jumped up, put me on, grabbed his gun and ran out into the trenches, where everyone was fighting. My master was badly wounded. Some soldiers came and took him in the Red Cross ambulance to the Hospital. I was put in a drawer for months, I think. But one day I was taken out and washed and put on my master again. He was very pale and thin, but I heard the doctor say that he would get better, but he would never be able to fight again. My master was getting ready for home, and he nearly forgot to put me in his valise. We were put on a train that went very slowly. After we had been on the train for a long time it sud- denly stopped, and we found out after that the rails had been taken away to a neighbouring bush by the Germans. We had to wait a long time, but at last we started again. There were a lot of friends waiting for my master. We were taken home in a carriage, and I was put in a drawer, and here I have remained ever since in the undignified company of a pair of boots, a hat and a pair of socks. Velma Miner, Form IV. Gems From Mine of General Information. Tschaikowsky — A German spy caught by the Japs. Charles Martel — English actor. Rosa Bonheur — A famous French dancer. France is ruled from England, and has been ever since Nelson defeated Napoleon. ' Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. — Mark Twain in the Courtship of Miles Standish. .58 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE UT710T forms i.n-.nt.jir bw«r. J | Jffflp J gt QTrip to Camben, g outf) Carolina. When I first arrived in Camden on February 17th, 1915, I must confess I was a little disappointed in it. I really do not know what I expected Camden to appear like, but it was a very different place from the one my imagination had conjured up. However, my first impressions soon wore off, and I grew very fond of it. I will endeavor to describe Camden to you. To begin with, it is not at all a large place, in fact, very small, somewhere around 3,500 inhabitants, of which a large propor- tion are colored. These colored people greatly add to the attractiveness of Camden. When you take even a very short walk, you are sure to meet at least a dozen negroes, and a camera is a very desirable thing to have at hand, as you see sights which in the North are quite out of the common. The colored race in Camden seems to me more respectable than in any other place which I have visited. It seems strange to be given a friendly good ebnin from every one you chance to meet. Another thing very common among the negroes is begging. Even by the smallest of them, you will be accosted with Gib me a penny, man, and they beg so hard, and look so pathetic, that your sympathies are aroused, and you hand them a five-cent piece. But your generosity is misplaced, for hardly has the money left your hand than it is reposing in the candy store, and the little darkie placidly marches out of the store hugging a bag of candy. Camden is also a historic place, near which two famous battles of the American Revolution were fought. One was fought on the very place where the Kirkwood Hotel is now standing. How delightful it is to wander aimlessly along in the shady pine woods, listening to the merry notes of the winds and gath- ering the sweet flowers which grow in clusters here and there. The beautiful green undergrowth, which it is impossible for mere words to describe, makes you forget all other things save the peace and beauty of the scene. In Camden there are countless numbers of wonderful pine trees, and it is a place which all lovers of nature will delight in HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 59 visiting. To invalids and people away for their health, the pine- laden air is most beneficial. The chief amusements of Camden are riding and golf. Every second day there is polo, which is a very exciting, though perhaps rather dangerous, game. In Camden there are three tourist hotels. Two of them have nicknames, which are not very inviting. The Hopkirk Inn is called The Old Woman ' s Home and The Court Inn, still less inviting, The Grave. So I quite naturally prefer the Kirk- wood, which, so far as I know, is known only as The Kirkwood. Another thing which it would not be right to leave out, is the cotton. All those who live in the North, consider this a wonder- ful sight; and it certainly is. Almost anywhere you go in the South, you will see the darkies gathering the woolly white cotton from the fields, and there are cotton gins which tourists enjoy visiting. It is next to impossible, I believe, to describe all the beauties of Camden. At least it is beyond my power; so I must leave the rest to be imagined or seen by my readers for themselves. Jean Fisher, Form IV. OTje tber. A wondrous shining silver thread That slowly winds its way Along the rocky river bed Into the sparkling bay. Between most lovely banks of green The tranquil waters glide; The fish beneath are clearly seen Darting from side to side. When sunset on the surface glows Its glorious colors bright In hues of crimson, golden, rose Foretell the coming night. As darkness o ' er the earth doth creep Inviting sweet repose, And all the world is wrapt in sleep, Yet still it onward flows. Mary McQueen, Form IV. 60 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Wi )t Jilagtc ing. Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess whom many Princes had tried to win, but when any Prince came to ask her hand she sent him away on a quest to find the Magic Ring. Now it happened that at the same time there lived a King who had four sons — the eldest, Prince Dawn; the second, Prince Noon; the third, Prince Evening, and the youngest, Prince Charming. The first three were proud and haughty and always despised the birds and animals around them, but Prince Charming loved them, and his best friends were the Owl, the Lion, the Eagle, the Bee and the Hare. The four brothers set out together to win the Princess Joy, for it had been said that whoever would marry her would have Joy all his life. But when Prince Charming left he went to con- sult his friends. The Eagle lent him his sight, the Lion his strength, the Hare his swiftness, and the Owl his wisdom. With the Owl ' s wisdom he found the ring, with the Hare ' s swiftness he got there, with the Lion ' s strength he killed the giant who guarded the Ring. He then returned his friends their gifts and married the Princess Joy, and they both lived happily ever after. Frances Douglas, Form Upper III. Sn Snbtan Camp. On the outskirts of a camp of Mohican Indians lived a family of four. The father, who was the chief of the party; the son, who was a young warrior; a squaw, who did all the work, and a boy. The boy was about six years old and was being trained to be a brave warrior in later days. Already he was a good shot, and he always did as he was told, and above all he was careful not to cry when hurt, for all the Indians teach their children when quite young to be brave. The camp was near a large wood. On one side was a huge cliff and on the other there was a broad river, for the Indians always camped by water for a hunting expedition. There were not many children in the camp, as they would be in the way, but the Chief had brought his son with him, because he wanted him to learn quickly how to hunt. Most of the party were warriors and squaws who were needed to do all the skinning and packing. Hilda Ross, Form Upper III. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 61 9 g torp of a Squirrel. There once was an old squirrel who had two children, and one day in early fall he said to his mate: I must go and hunt acorns; keep the children in the house in case they get lost. This family of squirrels lived in a hollow tree in a wood, and they had a great enemy, a wicked Indian, who loved to kill squir- rels. Now the fairy of the forest wanted to punish this wicked Indian, so she left a bow and arrow at the door of the tent. This bow was the same as any other, but the arrow, when you shot it, came back again. This arrow the fairy had had a long time, but she always used it to punish people. So next day the Indian came to the door of the tent and saw this bow and arrow. He was so pleased with it he went out hunt- ing, and also took a bag, and while he was walking along he felt some acorns on his head and he lifted his bow and arrow to shoot the squirrel. But the squirrel said: Do not try to shoot me or you will kill yourself. I will stop throwing acorns if you will be kind to all little animals after this. So the squirrel went home and told his mate, but he found that his children had gone out without their mother knowing, and the Indian had got them. He at once told all his friends, and they went out after him. They found him walking home quite happily. The squirrel watched him for some time and then got ahead and started throwing acorns down. When the Indian saw him, he said: Is that the way you keep your promise? But the squirrel said: You have my children; will you not give them to me? and the Indian said: Yes, I must keep my promise, and he gav e the squirrel his children. After that he was a friend of the squirrel, and they always came to him for protection Ethel Aylwin, Form Lower III. ®be Jfnbtan Mbo (got Caugijt in ©is ©ton ®rap. One night some people were driving, when suddenly, they heard a cry. The people got out of the cart to see what was the matter. It was an Indian who had let his foot slip into the trap while seeing if he had caught any animals. They got his foot out of the trap for him. The lady stayed with him while her husband went to get the Indians to take him home, as their cart was just big enough for two. But after they had been there quite a while they 62 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE heard the prowling noise of a wolf. Then the Indian, raising him- self upon one arm, shot the wolf. The white woman asked how he did that, as she did not see a sign of a wolf herself. The Indian said: I could see two bright eyes shining up and I thought that was a wolf. After that the Indians were always kind to the white men. Jean Ferguson, Form Lower III. Mv Canary. I have a little canary, and his name is Dick. He is just six months old, and is learning to sing very nicely. Dick is so tame that he will eat from my hand. I like to watch him when he is asleep, as he nestles his head under his wing. Dick ' s feathers are all yellow, but for a black ring around his neck. Dick goes to sleep early and rises at the first peep of daylight. Eileen Montgomery, Form II. 3 JSop ' s; Bream. Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Tommy, who had a little dog named Jack. One night they went up in a balloon, up, up, up, went the balloon, sailing in the clouds right over the sea. He saw the battleships on the sea. The ships shot a bullet at the balloon and made it go down, down, until it went thump! and Tommy found himself on the floor. Oh! he said; I had a dream! Percy Gill, Form II. I saw a little Rabbit, Whose name was Tommy-tat; He came into my garden, And I said, What was that? Phyllis Coulter, Form II. 3 JHournful ®ale. Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mary, and she was such a bad girl that nobody would play with her. One day she went in the house and asked her mother if she could go in the woods where her Father was working. Her mother said: I am afraid you will get lost, my child. But Mary said: I will go where Papa showed me. In the meantime her Father had left work and was coming home. So Mary started and went another way and got lost, and she stayed there all night. Her Father and Mother looked for her, and one day her Father went to work and found her, and when he lifted her up she was dead. She was starved to death. Jean Miner, Form II. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 63 Crocus lacking. Miss Holditch took us out one fine day in April for a picnic on the prairie. We went in a jitney, and the jitney man was very nice. When we got there we took off our coats and we ran and scattered round the field picking crocuses. Then we got tired of picking crocuses and we played a game, Here We Come Up the Green Grass. We went to our pile of clothes, got our hats and went off to find a pump, and we found it, and the boys pumped while we put our glasses under the pump. On our way back we saw some sheep and some lambs, four lambs. We had our tea. After tea we gathered some more flowers, and then the jitney came back for us and I gave the man some crocuses, and he took us home, and mother liked my crocuses. Caryl Preudhomme, Form I. (aged 7) (Serman pelmet. I have seen a German helmet. It is made of stiff leather. On each side there are colored buttons; on one side there are the German colors: red, white, black; on the other side there are Bavarian colors: blue and silver. On the top there is a spike; in front a German eagle, and words on it, With God for King and Country. The German ' s name is inside the helmet; it is Fritz Holderstein. It was made in 1906. The German was lying on the battlefield, then a Canadian soldier took his helmet off him, then it was brought to the school, and that is the first time that I saw one. It has got a hole made by shrapnel in the top, and I have tried it on, and it is not very com- fortable. Jessie Sioane, Form I . (aged 8) (Note. — The spelling in Junior School contributions is revised. —Ed.) As the Principal Advertised. WANTED — An English Mistress for high-class boarding and day school. Should have a degree or its equivalent, and must be a good disciplinarian. Apply, stating age, qualifications, to Miss E. Jones, Havergal College. As the Girls Advertised. WANTED — An English Mistress to take charge of a class of bright, intelligent and sociable young ladies. Must be fully qualified to take part in all sports and other diversions. Must possess a kind, forgiving disposition. Preference will be given to ones who are short-sighted and deaf. Applicants will be inspected by Lower VI., who will act as board censors. (Naggers need not apply). 64 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE ®be lUnbergarten. An exception to the rule of no Form Parties was made in the case of the Kindergarten, who looked forward so eagerly all winter to their annual Christmas Tree and Entertainment. It was given on Dec. 22, in conjunction with a charming little play- entitled, Snow White and the Seven Little Dwarfs, by the Lower Third Form, under the direction of Miss Wakeley. The Kindergarten programme consisted of dramatized songs and games and an exhibition of Flag Drill. The parents, with small admiring sisters and brothers, turned out in large numbers, and judging from the continual loud applause, very much enjoyed the performances of the little ones. Following the programme came the distribution off the Christmas tree of presents made by the Kindergarteners for Father and Mother, and of crackers and candy for themselves. This was quite the proudest moment when every child received her present and made a rapid survey of the hall to discover where the proud recipients were sitting. By five o ' clock the programme was over, and on leaving all expressed themselves as having thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon, not least of all the small performers themselves. JWuatcal Mottti. In no phase of our school life has the effect of the war shown itself so much as in the musical life. Usually we have had so many delightful concerts to chronicle, but this year — one only, is the extent of the attractions to recount. Boris Hambourg, the Rus- sian ' cellist, but now of Toronto, was the artist of the evening, and was assisted by a vocalist and a pianist. The programme given reflected the influence of the war, for the German composer was conspicuous by his absence. During the winter months we have had several enjoyable musical evenings in the Drawing Room, when each girl in the School has contributed to the programme. Lately we have made them monthly affairs, so that each girl may have still more prac- tice in playing before others. New Definitions. A man ' s word is his bomb. Reticence is a kind of flavoring you put in cakes. A Polygon is a dead parrot. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 65 Our Annual Fete in aid of the Hay River Mission was held last year on the 12th June, before the clouds of war had even formed on the horizon; and so we were able, thanks to the once-more repeated generosity of parents and friends, to raise a worthy contribution. It may interest our readers to see the details of the way in which the total was reached. Matric. II and I $ 9 60 Upper V 20 95 Lower V 11 20 Shell 13 00 Form IV 15 50 Upper III 18 85 Lower III Form II 9 05 Form I . 17 40 To this must be added the $56 made by Miss Norrington, Miss Shewell and Miss Springate through their Grand Concert, bring- ing the total up to $171.55. As most present and past pupils of Havergal know, we have always supported one particular child at the Mission, whose up- keep costs some $50 a year. As years have passed, the contribution from the School has practically trebled, and so the money over and above the $50 has been handed to Mr. Vale to use as he pleases. For the past eight years, our protegee has been Madeline Etenaishi, and we have come to regard her almost as an institution. But Madeline (now eighteen) has been claimed by her parents, and has returned to her difficult home, where she will need all that she has learnt at the Mission School. We need not forget her, though we no longer pay for her education. After Christmas, Mr. Vale wrote to ask us whom we should like to adopt instead, and offered us the choice between two chil- dren: Harriet Soto, a little hunchback of eight, and Maria Vit- trekkwa (which means No-Tears), also eight. The School voted unanimously for supporting both, a decision which means that we must unfailingly raise $100 each year. We have done that in the past, and there is no reason why we should not do it in the future, though it may mean a little more persistent effort, and a little more self-sacrifice. We sent our usual packet of letters and small gifts for Christmas, in October, but they were only in time for the New Year. However, we are preparing a bale this year, containing dolls and bigger presents, in the hope that if it is sent off in May, it will arrive before Christmas. Mr. Vale is able to write very hopefully of the year ' s work at the Mission. A flood in the spring produced the largest harvest of vegetables they have had; they have broken up a new acre of land, and are planning for a new school building to accommodate the 66 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE increased number of scholars. It is interesting to read of the effect that the war has had upon the Indians in that district. The in- crease in food prices and the drop in the fur trade has induced them to work harder at such things as cutting firewood, and has forced them to get their food by hunting, for which they are all the better. It has also temporarily stopped the system of paying in advance for furs, by which the Indians were being steadily de- moralized. We are hoping that Bishop Lucas, of Mackenzie River, will visit us as he returns from England, and bear our greetings back to the Hay River Mission. The Zenana Guild The end of September marked the beginning of an excellent year ' s work in our corner of the Zenana Mission field. New officers were elected, and new members enlisted, and all have worked earnestly and faithfully for a cause which in these troubled times is apt to be neglected. The evenings previous to the first of December were spent in preparing articles which were sold at the very successful sale of December the fourth, when we realized $25.00. This more than covered our contribution in support of our little girl, Ratra Mala. We learnt a great deal about her and the work of the school from Miss Campbell, who spent an even- ing with us in October, while on her way to Japan. After the sale we set to work on sheets, etc., and we have com- pleted eight sheets and eight pillow covers, for the hospital at Nasik, Japan. The total membership for the year has been six- teen, and we feel that with Miss Holditch ' s enthusiastic and un- wearied help, the Guild has taken a good step forward. Margaret 0 ' Kelly, President. Personate, E.L.J. — This noble ensample unto her shepe she yaf That first she wroghte and afterwards she taughte. G.L. — Creeping like snail unwillingly to school. F.C. — Who seldom aspired to speaking parts. O.B. — A blue-eyed young lady in a very nice little pair of boots. R. McM. — She has a fine genius for poetry and goes in for woman ' s mission; woman ' s rights; woman ' s wrongs; and every- thing that is woman ' s with a capital W. Fifth Form Pound — It started into existence one morning; not an infant institution, but a grown-up company, running alone at a pace and doing business right and left. There is less to record this year, as it was decided not to take part in any League matches, and only practice games and small school matches have been held. Basket Ball. During the Autumn term Basket Ball was played out of doors as much as possible. Later, when the cold weather came, the rink became very popular, and for a long time quite a good sheet of ice was in use. Skating. Every afternoon would-be skaters, undaunted by bumps and bruises, were to be seen toiling with ceaseless energy. Alas, for the short-lived joys of skating. The rink slowly subsided into a pond, and although watched by anxious eyes, it refused to develop into a rink again. However, several beginners made a very good start, and when tired of their own efforts, used to watch with whole- hearted admiration the marvellous feats performed by the fancy skaters of the School. Snowshoeing. Full advantage was taken of the most pleasant and suitable weather for snowshoeing. On Friday evenings large parties fre- 68 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE quently assembled in the hall, preparatory to sallying forth. The favorite tramp seemed to lie in the Elm Park direction. After songs and games and heathenish dances and war-whoops had all been performed with due ceremony, the parties returned, feeling decidedly thankful for a warm house, bread and butter and cocoa. Even bread, three inches in thickness, sometimes failed to satisfy the trampers ' appetites. The happy snowshoers were always agreed on one point — that everything tasted extremely good. Tobogganing. On Saturday afternoons there were several jolly parties for Tobogganing. The steep toboggan slide was more popular on the whole than the one with the bump. The weather was not often too cold, and one afternoon many were the exciting races between Staff and School, the competition being very keen as to who should be first down the slide. Swimming. A Swimming Class has been formed, its object being to teach beginners to swim with use of the proper stroke, and to enable those who already swim and dive to improve their method. Per- haps at a later date swimming sports could be held and life-saving competitions arranged. Tennis. Tennis has been begun in the right spirit, in that teams have been formed for rolling the court, in the hope of plenty of play later. The younger children are being introduced to tennis by means of tether ball. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 69 Basket Ball. Basket Ball has been played with enthusiasm by a few faithful adherents throughout the year. The chief point noticeable in the play is the lack of science. As in all games, the player who combines quick thought and judg- ment with activity, makes the most skilful and dangerous oppon- ent. In the past, too much rough handling has been indulged in, which has been detrimental to the interests of the game. No true game should lead to roughness. It should have entirely the opposite effect, and produce balance, lightness and power of quick, neat movement. Matches: On Thursday, April 22nd, a match was played between Day Girls and Boarders, resulting in a win for the Day Girls, 3 to nil. Both sides were playing substitutes. Teams were as follows : Day Girls. Guard K. Persse M. Banfield Centre J. Anderson T. Lyall Throw-in M. Sweeny (Capt) Boarders. T. Duncan (Capt.) A. Young H. Hadley N. Snowden E. Leckie 70 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE This was a fiercely contested match, and both sides played with great pluck and energy. It is to be expected that the next games will be even more war-like. On Thursday, April 29th, a match was played between Day Girls and Boarders, the Day Girls winning 6 to nil. This match gives the Basket Ball Cup to the Day Girls. They are to be congratulated on winning it from the Boarders, who have held it during the past year. Day Girls. Boarders. Guard K. Persse T. Duncan (Capt.) J. Bell A. Young Centre J. Anderson N. Smith T. Lyall N. Snowden Throw-in M. Sweeny (Capt.) E. Leckie To the Boarders. The day girls are victors, ' tis true, But they owe a hard battle to you. There ' s many a slip ' Twixt the cup and the lip. You beat us last year, don ' t be blue. Ice Hockey. Keen interest was shown in Hockey, and every possible oppor- tunity for practice taken. On Tuesday, March 9th, a match was played between Past and Present, resulting in a win for Past, 6 to nil. At half-time both sides were equal, no goals having been scored. Present played up very well and showed better combination than HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 7! they had done in practice games, but the points of weakness in the play were only too apparent. There was frequent breach of the ' ' off-side rule, and players showed lack of judgment in tiring themselves out by useless rushing about, instead of keeping rela- tively in place. However, when it is remembered that the whole team had never found opportunity for practice together, the re- sulting play must be voted remarkably good. Excellent work was done by N. Snowden, who played a most vigorous game. She acted well in her capacity of captain, keeping her team together and preserving a cheerful spirit, when facing defeat. M. Banfield put plenty of pace into her game and made herself very useful. A return match was arranged but never played. Warmer weather arrived and all hope of further play was abandoned. Present. Centre N. Snowden (Capt.) R. Wing K. Persse L. Wing F. Kilvert Rover M. Banfield Point M. Smith Cover M. Carruthers Goal M. Sweenv Past. E. Patten (Capt.) R. Martin I. Martin G. Blanchard E. Cross B. Machaffie A. Fisher PART OF HOCKEY TEAM HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 73 At the end of the Autumn Term a Drill Competition was held. Each form in turn went through a short drill table, lasting five minutes. This was merely a small test, preparatory to the final competition for the Drill Cup. The Fourth Form gained the highest marks, and it will be interesting to find if they succeed in retaining their good position throughout the year. It is to be hoped that there will be a very marked improvement in co-ordinate movement. The chief point noticeable in drill throughout the school seems to be the lack of combination. Individual work is often extremely good, but when examined from the point of per- forming movements as a whole, the result is often poor. The work at the final drill competition should show a marked improvement in this direction. The judging for the Drill Cup will be influenced by the marks gained through the year. On Friday, March 26th, a Display of Gymnastics and Ancient Dances was held. Programme. 1. Marching Junior and Senior Gymnastic Class 2. Junior Gymnastic Class. 3. Senior Gymnastic Class. (Frances Douglas 4. Irish Jig ' Gwen Herbert [Mary Payne 6. Singing Game When I Was a Young Girl Juniors Ribbon Dance 6. Singing Game Seniors The Keys of Canterbury Passepied 7. Staines Morris Seniors Dargason Trenchmore Sellingers Round Where the Editor Is Really Respected. Small Boarder to Miss Jones — You wrote something very long for the Magazine, didn ' t you? Miss Jones — Yes, my dear. Small Boarder (breathlessly) — And did it get in? 74 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE ilabergal Alumnae s o nation. The inauguration of Havergal Alumnae Association took place on October 8th, 1914, and considering the short time it has been in existence, it has grown to a fair size and flourished extremely well. The opening meeting was held in the Assembly Hall of the College, and, despite the inclement weather, there was a goodly attendance of enthusiastic Havergalians. Miss Jones, principal of the College, kindly presided for us, and in her address of wel- come outlined the work which the Club hoped to do, and gracious- ly consented to be the Honorary President of the Association. The other officers elected were Miss Dalton, former Principal, as First Honorary Vice-President ; and Miss Crampton, who has long been identified with our Alma Mater, as Second Honorary Vice-Presi- dent. From amongst the girls the following were chosen: Annie Crowe (now Mrs. W. H. Collum), President; Nora Jardine, first Vice-President; Grace McGaw, second Vice-President; Treasurer, Edith Johnson; Secretary, Flora Steele. The annual fee was fixed at 25c per head, and the term of office limited to one year, beginning at the end of the inaugural year For those girls who were particularly interested in different work, Circles were formed, six in number, comprising the Literary, Dramatic, Artistic, Philanthropic, Musical and Athletic, and at the next meeting convenors of these Circles were appointed. The inaugural function of the Alumnae, a luncheon, took place at the Fort Garry Hotel, in the Rose Room, on Saturday, Decem- ber 5th, 1914. The gathering was very enthusiastic, and most of the Alumnae members were able to be present. At the head table were seated the Guest of Honour, Miss Jones; Honorary President, Miss Crampton; Hon. Vice-President, Mrs. Blackie, and Mrs. Gillen, formerly members of Havergal College staff; the Misses Springate, Holditch, Norrington, and Stephenson, and Miss B. Christie, besides the President and Officers of the Alumnae. The floral decorations were yellow chrysanthemums and fern, and the place cards were dainty colored drawings of the College coat of arms, a gift from the present Fifth Form. The President, Annie Crowe, made a very happy speech, pre- senting the guest of honour, Miss Jones, to whom we are always charmed to listen. Miss Jones said she rejoiced that the impulse for the founding of an Alumnae Association had come from the girls in such time of stress, in an epoch of which we, perhaps, did not yet realize the importance. She exhorted us to shoulder our responsibilities and prove ourselves true subjects of our grand Empire, by unselfishness and thought for those in distress and sor- row, and asked all of us to follow our beautiful school motto, Alta Petens, and for ever seek High Things. On the conclusion of Miss Jones ' stirring speech, the president dealt with the busi- ness of the Alumnae and outlined the constitution. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 75 A meeting was held at the home of the President on Feb. 9th, at which the leaders of the Circles made a short report of the work undertaken. The Musical Circle has been holding its meetings regularly every three weeks, and has carried through a definite plan of studying the great masters in the different schools with illus- trations — vocal and instrumental — of the work of each school. A study of the classical masters occupied two meetings; at the first a paper was read upon Bach, and examples taken from Scarlatti and Daquin; at the second, Mozart and Weber were considered. Beethoven — the link between the classical and early romantic — of course occupied a whole afternoon, and prepared the way for Schubert and Schumann. At this meeting instrumental illustra- tions were taken from Chopin and vocal from Schubert ' s lovely songs. Modern German and modern Italian music were studied through representative composers, and then the Circle held an open meeting and provided a miscellaneous programme for their visitors. Pianoforte solos were given by Miss Carley and Norah Jardine, and Fanny Robinson sang. The Circle has not yet worked through its programme, but has proved very satisfactory. The attendance, though not very large (it has averaged fourteen members), has been steady, and among the members are several good singers and skilful pianists. It is hoped that next year ' s membership will show a considerable increase. The Old Girls ' Literary Club has been studying the drama along the lines of Brander Matthew ' s ' ' Development of the Drama. Two excellent papers on the drama were read at differ- ent meetings, one by Miss Harding on Greek Drama, and an- other by the President, Louise Ashdown, on Origin and Develop- ment of the Romantic Drama in England. At another meeting, when Miss Blackie kindly entertained the Club, Gertrude Steele read a paper on Henrik Ibsen, Man and Dramatist. It is hoped that next season more girls will join this branch. Any one wishing to do so is asked to send her name to the Secretary, Leone Stephenson. The Dramatic Circle is energetically rehearsing a group of sketches, one based on The Abbot, and one from The Mill on the Floss , to be given early in June. The Art Circle, though small, has been very keen, and has devoted its time to studying modern American artists and to read- ing Ruskin ' s Modern Painters. The members also attended the exhibition of the work of Canadian artists. Very good work has been done in the Philanthropic Circle. The members first completed a number of infants ' layettes, and then, after holding a silver tea at the College, on the 12th Febru- ary, were able with the proceeds to buy sufficient material to provide complete summer outfits for the children of two families. In the Athletic Circle are banded some energetic sportswomen who give regular time to hockey, basketball, swimming, etc. Dur- 76 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE ing the winter Hockey was played twice a week on the Kennedy Street Rink, with an average attendance of fourteen girls. One match was played against the Crescent Association and one against Havergal girls. Weather prevented a return match in the last case. The circle has been disappointed in its swimming plans, which it cannot carry into effect this year owing to the difficulty of finding a suitable day and instructor. The executive of the Alumnae Association gave a tea on Thursday, 4th March, in honor of the President, a bride-elect of the following week, who received with Miss Jones. On behalf of the Alumnae Association, Miss Jones presented Miss Crowe with a dainty gold brooch set in diamonds, and engraved with the arms of Havergal. Mrs. T.H. Riley and Miss Tannis Manning poured tea and coffee, and there was a large attendance at this most enjoyable function. The Alumnae were very glad to add to their numbers some twelve or fourteen girls who had been at Havergal in its earlies t days. The Association very much regrets the resignation of the Treasurer, Edith Johnson, on her departure to Montreal. Grace McGaw has undertaken her work for the remainder of the year. In concluding this brief report of the activities of the Havergal Alumnae Assc ' ' n during the first year of its life, may I express the hope that association will not be limited to old girls who live in Winnipeg, and that its ranks will be swelled continually by the girls who pass out of the School each year, that they will come to regard it as a right and natural thing that they should become Alumnae, and at least, through the magazine, keep in touch with their old School and school-fellows. Flora M. Steele, Secretary. iTteto of ©fo g taff anb ©lb ©trte. Mrs. Blackie and Mrs. G. Stewart are living in Winnipeg, and are not infrequent visitors in Havergal. Mrs. McNiven found time to pay us a visit in December, as she was going east. Mrs. Cleary first set our feet in the paths of knitting early in October. She has recently left for England, to be near her husband in France. Ainslee Dagg, Katie Martin, Ruth Monke and Margaret Taylor have joined the nursing staff of the General Hospital. Margaret Speechley is working at the Agricultural College. Helen Gray is working in a military hospital in the suburbs of London. Mrs. Warner (Allie Pitblado) is in barracks with her husband at Tidworth. Kathleen Hinton has moved to Montreal. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 77 Sybil Kneeland is studying at National Park Seminary. Monica O ' Kelly is studying at Chevy Chase. Allison McDonald is at camp in England with her father, Major McDonald. Amy Woodman is now at school in Toronto. Dorothy Andrews, Gertrude Blanchard, Evelyn Prowse, Dor- othy McMurray and Edith Tupper, who were at school in Eng- land, returned to Winnipeg on the declaration of war. Gladys Downer and Marjorie Hazlewood were visiting the city during the winter months. Embree McBride is at present in Victoria, staying with Barbara Lemon. Mrs. Bell (Lily Adamson), with her three children, has made a unique six weeks ' journey from Fort Smith to Edmonton by dog-train. She is the first white woman to have achieved this. Gladys and Evetyn Pennington are to be married shortly. Congratulations to Addie Banfield, Grace Langlois, Zeta Myers, Dorothy Turnbull, Annie Wodlinger and Marjorie Wright on their engagements. Edith Johnson, who has been Treasurer of the Alumnae Asso- ciation since its inauguration, has removed to Montreal. Vera Peel is in training at the General Ho m ' tal. Ptrtf) Mrs. Trenholme (Maud Matheson), a son. Mrs. Ewan (Ethel F. Strang), a son. Mrs. Ralph Douglas (Brenda Newton), a son. Mrs. Bruce Richardson (Kathleen Adams), a son. Mrs. F. G. Gillen (Miss Chisholm), a son. jWarriage July 2nd, 1914— Miss M. E. Norrington to Mr. Archibald Blackie. August 15th — Miss Jackson to Mr. Watson Porter. September 22nd — Miss B. Evans to Mr. Graeme Mackenzie Stewart. October 21st — Dorothy Allonby to Mr. Nat. Stocker. March 10th, 1915 — Annie Crowe to Capt. W. P. Collum. Allie Pitblado to Lieut. Gerald Warner. April 28th— Mary Roche to Mr. Wilfred Carlisle. Beat!) Sept. — Fanny Blight, aged 16, at Brandon. Dec. 19th — Florence Porter, aged 19, at Regina. 78 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE abergal ©trectorp of present irte, Miss Jones, 140 East Dulwich Grove, London, S.E., England Miss Batstone — 377 Holmesdale Rd. South Norwood, London, S.E., England. Miss Crampton — 139 Ouellette Ave, Windsor, Ont. Miss Foster — Westbrook, Darlington, Eng. Miss Goodman — 303 Stradbroke Ave. Miss Gulston — Clayton House, Horsforth, Leeds, Eng. Miss Harding— 625 20th St., Brandon. Miss Holditeh — Boissevain, Man. Miss Lamond — Oak Lake, Man. Mrs. Jones-Brewer — 866 Dorchester. Miss Kershaw — 198 Colony St. Miss Norrington — 1 St. Leonard ' s Terrace, Exeter. Miss Rowbotham — Havergal College. Miss Shewell — Havergal College. Miss Snyder — IB Pullmer Apartments. Miss Springate — 2 Lincoln Apartments. Miss Stephenson — Suite 14, Albemarle. Miss Stevens — Havergal College. Miss Wakeley — Burnhamthorpe, Ont. BOARDERS. Carruthers, Marjorie— 87 Roslyn Road. Cranston, Alma— Standard Trust Co., 500 Bannatyne. Cunningham, Fillis — Carman, Man. Cunningham, Dorothea — Carman, Man. Duncan, Thelma — 2074 Cornwall St., Regina. Fife, Jessie— Kenora, Ont. Hadley, Helen — Palace Hotel, Brandon Hayes, Iris — 203 Grain Exchange. Howes, Gladys — Young, Sask. Kensington, Gladys— Bredenbury, Sask. Leckie, Edna — 1787 Haro St., Vancouver. McBride, Alix — Suite 2, Alexandria, Graham Avenue. McBride, Priscilla — Suite 2, Alexandria, Gra- ham Avenue. McLellan, Lila— 177 Home St. Mortlock, Cecily — Dominion City, Man. Porter, Minerva — 165 McDermott Ave. Smith, Mamie — Souris, Man. Snowden, Nellie — Elm Park, Winnipeg. Taylor, Mary — Box 234, Winnipeg. Underwood, Vera — 1121 4th Ave., Lethbridge. Worden, Iva — 4 Ivan Court. vYounge, Annie — Virden, Man. DAY PUPILS. V Anderson, Eleanor-  Anderson, Mildred A -606 Stradbrooke Place. -606 Stradbrooke Place. Anderson, Josephine — 296 Yale Ave. V Ardagh, Kathleen — 6 Ivan Court, v Aylwin, Frances — 525 River Ave. Banfield, Margaret — 387 River Ave. Barrow, Evelyn — 507 River Ave. v Bartram, Olive — 144 Sherbrooke. Bathgate, Billy — 34 Carlton St. Bathgate, Mary— 34 Carlton St. • Bell, Jean— 288 Yale Ave. Bennetto, Marjorie — 379 Oakdale Park, St. James. v .Billings, Nan — 597 Wardlow Ave. V Bowman, Gertrude— 209 Walnut St. Boyd, Beatrice — 11 Edmonton St. Boyd, Valetta— 11 Edmonton St. I Briggs, Constance — 70 Kingsway ' ' Briggs, Doris — 70 Kingsway. ( Broadbent, Helen — 607 Gertrude Ave. , Cadle, Vera— 303 Broadway Court. v Cantell, Irene— 526 Camden Place. Carey, Florence — 111 Wellington Crescent. Chalmers, Doreen — 57 Carlton St. Clarke, Constance — 660 Gertrude Ave. uClarke, Janet — 85 Kennedy St. V-Cleariehue, Helen — 379 Assiniboine Ave. ' Xode, Frances — 3 St. John ' s Ave. v Coulter, Phyllis— 72 Maryland St.  Curry, Muriel — 38 Carlton St. vDetchon, Teddy — 1183 Grosvenor Ave. ' WDetchon, Gwen — 1183 Grosvenor Ave. vDouglas, Frances — 86 Smith St. VDutton, Charlotte— 34 Edmonton St. Embury, Alan — Fort Garry Hotel. Embury, Owen — Fort Garry Hotel. Ferguson, Donald — 584 Broadway. Ferguson, Jean— -584 Broadway. Fletcher, Marion — 25 Cornish Ave. Fletcher, Eleanor— 25 Cornish Ave. Fowler, Frances — 422 Assiniboine Ave. Fraser, Marjorie — 604 Stradbrooke Place. Fraser, Betty— 604 Stradbrooke Place. Fraser, Jolly — 604 Stradbrooke Place. Gill, Percy— 20 Osborne Place. Goldstine, Ruby— 123 Mayfair St. I Grundy, Helen— 73 Wilmot Place. Grundy, Margaret — 73 Wilmot Place. Henderson, Blanche — 277 River Ave. Herbert, Gwen — 55 Hargrave St. Herbert, Ruth— 55 Hargrave St. Holden, Aldyth— 111 Gerard St. Howden, Dorothy— 116 Ethelbert. Hulett, Mildred— 250 Carlton St. Ironside, Annie — 355 Scotia St., W. Kildonan.  Johnson, Ethel — 629 McDermot Ave. Kelly, Marion — 49 Kennedy St. Kelly, Marjorie — 49 Kennedy St. Kelly, Thelma — 49 Kennedy St. Kilvert, Frances — 61 Harvard Ave. VLambert, Gladys — 152 Sherbrooke St. Layton, Edith — 577 Stradbrooke Place. y Loucks, Frances — 495 Broadway. Lyall, Christina— 225 Wellington Crescent. ' ' Lynch, Marion — 102 Elma Apartments. ' Mathers, Marguerite — 16Edmonton St. May, Florence — 179 Hespeler Ave. McBean, Mary — 48 Smith St. McBean, Sarah— 48 Smith St. v McEachern, Margaret — 7 Roslyn Road v McFarlane, Mollie — 306 Assiniboine. l , McLean, Harold— 1399 Erin St. V.McMahon, Kathleen— 149 Central Av. V McMartin, Ruth— 283 Kingsway. McQueen, Elizabeth — 393 River Ave. McQueen, Mary — 393 River Ave. Miller, Gerald— 247 Maryland St. Milton, Beatrice — 822 Sherbrooke St. Miner, Jean — 574 Gertrude Ave. Miner, Velma — 574 Gertrude Ave. Montgomery, Eileen — Suite 2, Kirkland Block. Mott, Jean — Armstrong ' s Point. Murray, Mervyn — 101 Kenmore Apartments. Murray, Monica — 101 Kenmore Apartments. Nesbitt, Margaret — Cor. Helen MacMillan Orkin, Lionel— 188 Colony St. HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE 79 Orkin, Philip— 188 Colony St. Parker, Frances — 48 East Gate, Armstrong ' s Point. Payne, Mary — 604 Spence St. Peake, Ruth— 506 Balmoral St. Peatt, Gwen — 411 Cumberland Ave. Peatt, Dolly — 411 Cumberland Ave. Peters, Kathleen — 48 Roslyn Road. Persse, Kathleen— 66 Smith St. Preudhomme, Caryl— 118 Royal St. Preudhomme, Sybil — 118 Royal St. _ Pyniger, Mabel — 116 Langside St. Redmond, Joe— 266 Home St. Reese, Dorothy — 5 St. Mary ' s Court. Robb, Stewart— 172 Kennedy St. Robinson, Katharine — 238 Roslyn Road. Robinson, Ruth — 42 Hargrave St. Rogers, Margaret — 43 Roslyn Road. - Rogers, Jean — 43 Roslyn Road. Rogers, Enid — 43 Roslyn Road. Rosevear, Marion — 105 Ethelbert St. Ross, Elsie— 211 Nassau St. Ross, Hilda— 211 Nassau St. Roth well, Stanley — 73 Spence St. Rowley, Miriam — 124 Harrow St. Rowley, Kate— 124 Harrow St. Sambrook, Kathleen — 632 Warsaw Ave. Sapte, Louisa — 982 Macmillan Ave. Severin, Agnes — Canada Block, Donald St. Severin, James — Canada Block, Donald St. ySharman, Doris — 682 Ross Ave. v Sloane, Dorothy — Suite 3, 85 Kennedy St. -- Sloane, Jessie — Suite 3, 85 Kennedy St. P Splett, Gerald— 33 Hargrave St. Stovel, Vernon— 72 Hargrave. Struthers, Murain — 75 Bannerman Ave. Suckling, June— 57 Carlton St. v Sweeny, Marian — 112 Wellington Crescent. ■ Tennant, Dorothy— 218 Spence St. Thompson, Mabel — 328 Langside St. ! Thomson, Betty— 33 The Roslyn. t Todd, Evelyn— 166 Hargrave St. Turner, Reggie — 960 Grosvenor Ave. Wales, Lillian — Cor. St. Matthews Banning. Walker, Jean — 294 Kingsway. Whitlaw, Kathleen — 811 Dorchester Ave. Whitlaw, Hattie — 811 Dorchester Ave. White, Jenny — 425 Rosedale Ave., Winnipeg, w ' Williams, Gena— Box 2212, Winnipeg. Williams, Marion— Box 2212, Winnipeg. Wilson, Frances — 545 Broadway. Wilson, Gertrude — 530 River Ave. Winearls, Iris— 128 Clarke St. Wodlinger, Rose— 66 Lily St. Wood, Mariorie — Armstrong ' s Point, W. Gate Woods, Winifred— 106 Ethelbert. Alumnae ©irectorp. OFFICERS. PHILANTHROPIC. Hon. President — Miss Eva L. Jones. First Hon. Vice-President — Miss Dalton. Second Hon. Vice-President — Miss Crampton. President — Mrs. W. H. Collum. First Vice-President — Miss Norah Jardine. Second Vice-President — Miss Grace McGaw. Treasurer — Miss Edith Johnson. Secretary— Miss Flora M. Steele. Circle Officers. EXECUTIVE. MUSICAL. Hon. President — Miss Crampton. President — Miss Norah Elliott. Secretary-Treasurer— Miss Norah Jardine. LITERARY. Hon. President — Miss M. Springate. President — Miss Louise Ashdown. Vice-President — Miss Annie Wodlinger. Secretary-Treasurer — Miss Leone Stephenson. DRAMATIC. President — Grace Langlois. Secretary- Treasurer — Marjorie Shaw. ARTISTIC. President — Mrs. Dysart. Treasurer — Mrs. Dudley. Secretary — Miss Minnie Kelly. President — Mrs. N. J. Stocker. Secretary — Grace McGaw. ATHLETIC. President — Audrey Fisher. Secretary- Treasurer — Eldine Cross. Adams, Dorothy — 90 Roslyn Road. Agnew, Louise — 117 Gerard. Andrews, Dorothy — 7 Aynsley Court. Ashdown, Louise — Wellington Crescent. Baker, Grace and Beatrice — 320 Dromore. Baker, Doris — 375 River Ave. Banfield, M. A. and J.— 387 River. Bell, Marian— 288 Yale Ave. Blanchard, Gertrude — 288 Broadway. Boyd, Stella — 421 Assiniboine. Boyd, Mrs. Alva K. (A. Macdonald)— 999 Dor- chester. Boynton, Norma — 826 Dorchester. Briggs, Marjorie — 476 Cathedral. Bull, Mrs. Percy (G. Stephenson) — Norquay St. Bunn, Marguerite — 595 Broadway. Carey, Florence — 111 Wellington Crescent. Carr, Eva — 2 Crescent Court. Carruthers, Mrs. F. F. (H. Aird)— 106 Cauchon. Christie, Madeline — 365 Wellington Crescent. Clark, Edith— 137 Montrose. Crispo. Clara — 592 Wardlow Ave. Dickson, Margaret — 1077 Dorchester. Dowker, Florence — 107 Gerard. Dudley, Mrs. F. W. (K. Cain)— 371 Graham. Dysart, Mrs. A. K. (C. Forrester)— 57 Edmon- ton. Elliott, Nora — Armstrong ' s Point. Fisher, Audrey — Armstrong ' s Point. Harrison, Mrs. (S. Agnew) — Virden, Man. 80 HAVERGAL COLLEGE MAGAZINE Henderson, Ruby and Leila — 277 River Ave. Horn, Jean — 1019 Assiniboine. Inman, Gwen. — 121 Royal. Ironside, Lottie— 94 Roslyn Road. Jardine, Nora — Armstrong ' s Point. Jeffrey, Margaret — 138 Donald. Johnson, Edith — 577 River Ave. Kelly, A. and M.— 265 Furby. Langlois, Grace — 767 Dorchester. Longbottom, Maisie — St. Francois Xavier, Man. Love, Mrs. W. D. (G. Drewry)— Redwood, St. John ' s. Machafne, Betty — 140 Roslyn. MacLean, Jean — 904 Grosvenor. Manning, Tannis — 67 Edmonton. Martin, M. and I.— 223 Colony. Maulson, Helen — 111 Spence. McGaw, Grace— 218 Hugo St. McGinnis, May — 23 Debary Apts. . McMeans, Lenore — Armstrong ' s Point. McMurray, Dorothy — 784 Jessie. Merrick, Dorothy — 261 Harvard. Mozeley, Stella — General Delivery. Munro, Barbara — 188 Roslyn Road. Myers, Zeta — 99 Roslyn Road. Nason, Mrs. (Fanny Morton) — 46 Athole St. Patton, Elsie — 147 Wellington Crescent. Philip, Rae — 432 Assiniboine. Pieper, Pearl— Gretna, Man. Pozer, Eva — 57 Maryland. Preston, Norma — 207 Mayfair. Riley, Mrs. J. H. (I. Scott)— The Drive. Wild- wood. Robinson, Fanny — 42 Hargrave. Robinson, Idell — 264 Roslyn Road. Rosner, Fanny — 494 Wardlow. Sapte, Antoinette— 982 McMillan Ave. Scott, Kathleen — 190 Kingsway. Sellers, Mrs. H. E. (I. Maulson)— 943 McMillan Shaw, Marjorie— 229 Yale. Steele, Flora and Gertrude— A6, Pasadena Court. Stephenson, Leone — Havergal College. Stewart, Mrs. C. G. (E. Henderson) — 882 Grosvenor. Stocker, Mrs. N. J. (Dorothy Allonby) — Muni- cipal Hall, Assiniboia. Strang, Janet — 61 Edmonton. Strathy, Helen — -The Rosemount. Suckling, Vivian— 57 Carlton. Swan, Mrs. R. R. (E. Strang)— 891 Grosvenor. Taylor, M. — General Hospital. Tod, Vera — 330 Assiniboine. Tuckwell, Mary— 751 McMillan. Tupper, Emma and Edith — Armstrong ' s Point. Turnbull, E. and D. — 28 Edmonton. Walker, Edna — 400 Assiniboine. Waring, E. and C— 268 Guildford. Whellams, Fanny — Box 2145, Winnipeg. Wilson, Kathleen — 545 Broadway. Windatt, Florence — 657 Crescent Road. Wright, Marjorie — Niagara St., River Heights. SUMMER SPORTING GOODS THE HINGST0N SMITH ARMS CO., LIMITED 491 MAIN STREET (Opposite City Hall). WINNIPEG OF ALL KINDS n ui For Superior Sodas For Ice Cream That ' s strictly pure and always home-made. All kinds of palate tickling, new and original Summer Delights FOR DAINTILY BOXED Chocolates de Luxe The confection for affection. FOR 101 KINDS OF OTHER Goody Good Sweets and last, not least — For Unexcelled Service COME TO THE CRYSTAL PALACE 319 Portage Avenue Just Opposite Eaton ' s Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. .__ ANY man is wealthy who has good health, a happy home life, a business or profes- sion in which he is interested and successful, a passion for growth and the ambition to be of service to his fellowman. With these he has all he needs, if not all he wants, and he could not get any more out of life if he had a million dollars. Compliments of Saults and Pollard Limited Printers Havergal College Magazine THE OLD RELIABLE CUMARD LIN ESTABLISHED 1840 75 YEARS OF PROGRESS IP. The World ' s Fartest Weekly Mail n For particulars apply to any Railroad or Steamship Office, or the CUNARD STEAMSHIP CO. LIMITED 304 Main St., Winnipeg Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. L. BLAKEMORE HERMAN LARSON W$t emt)ranbt grtuoto PORTRAIT AND COMMERCIAL PHOTOGRAPHERS BIRKS ' BUILDING Phone Main 1762 WINNIPEG — «- PHONE MAIN 3531 SIMONOTS SUCCESSOR TO W. R. MILTON 254 MAIN STREET FOR PURE ICE CREAM AND CANDIES WEDDING CAKES A SPECIALTY «| M — „•—•• — „ - PHONE MAIN 1915 td)artecm Prog. Pictures, Picture Frames, Artists ' Materials, Etc. 326 DONALD ST., WINNIPEG, MAN. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. SICKNESS AS A RESULT OF USING DIRTY RAW MILK MAY BE ANYTHING FROM STOMACH DISORDERS TO TUBERCULOSIS- USE CRESCENT PASTEURIZED MILK RUN NO CHANCES HENRY BIRKS SONS GOLDSMITHS SILVERSMITHS DIAMOND MERCHANTS + PORTE MARKLE, Managing Directors .— «- Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. Bank of Montreal Established 1817 President: H. V. Meredith General Manager : Sir Frederick Williams-Taylor Capital- - - - $16,000,000.00 Rest 16,000,000.00 Undivided Profits 1,232,669.42 Winnipeg Offices : MAIN ST. OSBORNE ST. FORT ROUGE LOGAN AVE. SAVINGS DEPARTMENT in connection with each office Sums from $1.00 may be deposited A. F. D. MACGACHEN, Manager The Bank of Ottawa Head Office : OTTAWA Capital (authorized) - $5,000,000.00 Capital (paid up) - - - 4,000,000.00 Rest 4,750,000.00 Savings Department Interest at current rates credited twice a year A General Banking Business transacted WINNIPEG BRANCH J. B. MONK, Manager Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. The Toronto General Trusts Corporation ESTABLISHED 1882 PAID UP CAPITAL $1,500,000 RESERVE FUND.. $1 ,600,000 Acts as Administrator, Executor, Guardian, Committee, Receiver, Assignee, Liquidator, Trustee under Wills, Mortgages, Marriage Settlements or other Trust Deeds, Agent, etc. AND IN DOING SO OFFERS Absolute Security, Continuous Service, Systematic Management, Command of Investments, Wide Experience, Reasonable Charges. Trust Funds to loan at lowest current rates on improved farm property. WINNIPEG OFFICE: BANK OF BRITISH NORTH AMERICA JOHN PATON, Manager D.S. PERRIN COMPANY LIMITED WINNIPEG, MAN. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. .+ •+ P err in ' s Newport Chocolates Name on every piece These goods are made in about fifty different varieties, from the finest material procurable. Be sure and ask for Newport Chocolates . The Canadian Bank of Commerce Capital Paid Up - $15,000,000 Rest - - - - 13,500,000 INTEREST PAID ON DEPOSITS OF ONE DOLLAR AND UPWARDS IN SAVINGS BANK DEPARTMENT OFFICES : 391 MAIN STREET, WINNIPEG C. W. ROWLEY, Manager C. GORDON, Asst. Manager Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. £ 3 f THI BURNING QUESTION OFTHEDAY!! Are you getting heat in return for money- expended ? Or are you just buying any old coal ? Think it over and assure yourself of FULL VALUE by placing your order with us. WINDATT COMPANY FARMER BUILDING mm UrIi W t 0a6i has been again overhauled and extended to afford the maximum of efficiency and comfort to patrons. New formulas are also being introduced in our I C E CREAMS, WATER ICES, etc., and we invite your criticism and shall value your support, which we endeavor always to merit. BRATHWAITE ' S The Safe Drug Store 288 MAIN STREET Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. THE QU f s ITY KING FLORISTS our MOTTO 270 Har grave Street Satisfaction certain if you place your orders with us. Phone Day or Night — Main 3775 There Is Nothing Too Good for North- West Quality! Not only the best materials are used, but the ablest skill and most advanced methods are employed. No expenditure of time and labor is spared to maintain our matchless reputation. The Laundry of Quality THE NORTH-WEST LAUNDRY LIMITED Phones: Main 5 78-5179 Cor. Main and York Streets + Why does the CITY TEA AND COFFEE COMPANY give the best in values and in flavor in Teas and Soirees . Because they specialize and give their whole attention to these lines. We respectfully solicit a trial order. City Tea and Coffee Company Phone Sher. 436 614 Ellice Ave. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. E. N. MOYER COMPANY LTD CANADA ' S SCHOOL FURNISHERS TORONTO WINNIPEG EDMONTON Phone or Write for a Copy of Our New Catalogue Tees and Persse Block - Winnipeg, Man. Near the City Hall Phone Garry 3666 277-9 Smith Street 569 Ellice Avenue Phones: Main 1929, 1930, 1931 Henry Bros. DYE HOUSE SPECIALISTS IN DRY CLEANING AND DYEING Factory: St. Boniface Phone: Main 7372 PAYNES ART STORE jas p a AY n E OIL, WATER AND CHINA PAINTS WHITE CHINA FOR DECORATING 291-293 Edmonton Street - Close to Portage Avenue Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. CRANE ORDWAY COMPANY T JOBBERS HEATING MATERIAL PIPE PLUMBING FIXTURES VALVES GASOLINE ENGINES FITTINGS J_ THRESHER SUPPLIES VISIT OUR PLUMBING SHOWROOM: LOMBARD ST., WINNIPEG, MAN. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. ARTISTIC PICTURES OF EVERY DESCRIPTION. PORTRAITURE AT HOME A SPECIALTY. SPECIAL PRICES AND SIZES TO COLLEGE STUDENTS. The CAMPBELL STUDIO Artists and Photographers 254 MAIN STREET Phone Main 1127 Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. There is no better way of saving money than under an Endowment Policy A Typical Great-West Life Result. $2,000—20 Year Endowment. Issued 1895. Matures 1915. Age 21. Premium $93.48. Cash Value at Maturity $3,1 10.00 Premiums Paid in 20 Years 1 ,869.60 Profit over Premiums Paid $1,240.40 The Policyholder received a return of all premiums, together with compound interest at 4J £%. Over and above this, he received $45.44 and was pro- tected by insurance of $2,000 during twenty years. Ask f or Rates at your own age, and examples of other maturities. THE GREAT- WEST LIFE ASSURANCE CO. HEAD OFFICE - - - WINNIPEG Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to pitronizs our Advertisers. — Style Varieties and Size Range of Middy TVaists are Proving Equal to AnyDemand B Y drawing heavily both on New York makers and our own factories, this department continues to maintain a most satisfying variety of the ubiquitous middy waists, this year seemingly in greater Their trig, smart appearance, favor than ever. and easy laundering qualities commend them to every one. THE LENORE MIDDY is very new. The convertible collar and front fastening with small loops and pearl buttons. This waist has deep pleated soldier pockets, with pointed flap to match collar and cuff facing. In white drill with navy, cadet or red facings. Price _ $1 .50 Another New Style is developed in fine, cool pique, finished with deep Oliver Twist band, and navy or scarlet poplin tie. Price...... .. $1.35 Numerous other charming styles, with three-quarter or elbow length sleeves. Plain white or with contrast facings and front or side facings. From the six-year-old girls ' size to women ' s size 38. Eaton Prices 69c to $1.50 SECOND FLOOR, CENTRE f T. EATON C° WINNIPEG LIMITED 1 CANADA Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. YOUR CHAPS DISAPPEAR LIKE MAGIC WHEN YOU USE Velva-Derma Cream f-y . j- for your Hands {jr { J_J for your Face for your Lips y r r 7 f or Shavers LtUUD M Chaps for Girls r r r r f° r Ladies LfUUUfoMen for 25 cents Then you will say Good for Campbell This is a toilet preparation of high order; in fact THE CAMPBELL TARTAN on any of your drug labels and packages is a guarantee of quality. It is synonymous with the sterling stamp on silver. We sell every good thing that a good drug store should sell. High quality, efficient service and prompt delivery are the features of our service. Main 1+10 — Two Phones — Main 2940 Campbell ' s Drug Store COR. HARGRAVE STREET and ST. MARY ' S AVENUE Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. FACTORY TO HOME 17 WESTERN BRANCH STORES «srt« - ' ' ; ' ; The Mason Risch Piano of to-day — the Piano with a Soul — is the final test of years of steady development and represents the utmost that a well balanced organization can achieve. It ' s built to last a life time, and it comes to you with an ironclad guarantee as to its perfection, direct from Factory to Home, doing away with all middleman ' s profit. You will be very glad, in years to come, that you have selected the Mason Risch. MASON RISCH LIMITED FACTORY BRANCH: 302 PORTAGE AVENUE Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. Have you tried our specialities f DREWRY ' S DRY LEMON AND DRY GINGER ALE ORDER PHONE ST. JOHN 1452 OR FROM YOUR DEALER These popular summer drinks are absolutely pure. They are home favorites — COOLING— REFRESHING— WHOLESOME Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. + — Any Lady Can enjoy the luxury of a good shampoo at home in the privacy of her boudoir if she uses Savoderm Soap Its smooth cream like lather not only soothes and cleanses the scalp but prevents dandruff, and leaves the hair soft and glossy. For sale by AIvI DEALERS Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. ■+ SJV LARGE, AIRY I X WELL -VENTILATED X lVsANITARY MEAT MARKETS where Meats and other Food Products are handled right. Quality, variety and fair prices throng our Markets with SATISFIED MEAT BUYERS. n Our Big Palace wholesale and retail, corner of Rupert and King Sts. , is one of the very best markets in Canada. A VISIT WILL CONVINCE. We Solicit Your Business □ Gibson, Gage Co. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. .+ JOSEPH TURNER GEORGE CLARK President Sec.-Treas. TELEPHONE: No. 529 Main - Winnipeg No. 8132 Main, St. Boniface The Standard Plumbing and Heating Co. Limited HEATING AND VENTILATING ENGINEERS SANITARY PLUMBERS AND GAS FITTERS ESTIMATES FURNISHED ON APPLICATION 296 Fort Street, Winnipeg, Man. 46 Provencher Ave., St. Boniface J. R. TURNER, Manager St. Boniface Office mm , m m m m ■■ — m in — — ■ ■ m m Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. ST. JOHN ' S COLLEGE WINNIPEG, MANITOBA In Affiliation with the University of Manitoba EXECUTIVE OF THE COLLEGE Chancellor— THE MOST REV. THE ARCHBISHOP OF RUPERT ' S LAND, D.D Warden— VERY REV. J. J. ROBINSON, D.D. Deputy Warden, Librarian and Secretary— VERY REV. DEAN COOMBES, D.D. Dean of the College— REV. CANON E. E. M. PHAIR, M.A. Bursar and Steward— W. BURMAN, ESQ., B.A. THE COUNCIL The Chancellor; The Warden; The Right Rev. the Lord Bishops of Saskatchewan, Keewatin, Moosonee, Yukon, Athabasca, Qu ' Appelle, Mackenzie River, Edmonton; The Right Rev. Bishop Grisdale; The Very Rev. Dean Coombes, M.A., D.D.; The Ven. Archdeacon Fortin, D.D.; The Hon. C. Inkster, High Sheriff of Manitoba; The Rev. Canon Murray, M.A.; The Rev. Canon Matheson, M.A.; W. Burman, Esq., B.A.; D. H. McDonald, Esq.; S. Osborne Scott, Esq., B.A.; J. A. Machray, Esq., M.A.; J. E. Adamson, Esq., B.A.; The Rev. J. F. Cross, M.A.; R. Fletcher, Esq., B.A.; G. C. Lindsay, Esq., B.A.; The Rev. W. B. Heeney, B.A.; The Rev. R. B. McElheran, M.A.; Hon. Judge Curran; J. G. Dagg, Esq. THE COLLEGE BOARD The Warden, the Professors, Bursar, Rev. J. F. Cross. THE COLLEGE STAFF The Warden, Very Rev. J. J. Robinson, M.A. — Lecturer in the Bible and Elocution. Very Rev. Dean Coombes, M.A., D.D. — Professor of Ecclesiastical History and Lecturer in Classics. Rev. Canon Murray, M.A. — Professor of Systematic Theology and Lecturer in Philosophy. Rev. Canon Phair, M.A. — Professor of Pastoral Theology and Lecturer in English and Classics. Rev. Canon Matheson, M.A. — Lecturer on Exegetical Theology, Classics and English. Rev. Canon Gill, M.A. — Lecturer in History and Assistant Lecturer in Moderns. Rev. J. F. Cross, M.A., Machray Fellow — Lecturer in Mathematics and Physics. W. Burman, B.A. — Lecturer in Matriculation, Mathematics. Rev. W. A. Ferguson, M.A. — -Lecturer in Exegesis and Theology. Albert D. Baker, B.A. — Lecturer in Moderns. J. C. Iliffe, Esq. — Lecturer in Botany and Matriculation Mathematics. Meteorological Observatory Superintendent — Rev. J. F. Cross, M.A. The College Curricula include full courses in the Faculties of Theology and Arts for the University of Manitoba, leading to the Degrees of B.D. and B.A. Students are also prepared for the Matriculation Examinations, Medical Entrance, Law, The Royal Military College, Toronto and McGill. There are four terms in the year. The charges are — Tuition Fee for Year, $36.00; Board, $5.00 per week. Calendar may be had on applying to Bursar. St. John ' s College School In connection with and under the government of the College is a Grammar School called St. John ' s College School. There are at present six forms in the School, and there is also an Under School Department. Boys are prepared for the University Matriculation Examination, the Medical En- trance and Law Examinations, and the Royal Military College, Kingston, if required. Religious instruction is given by the Masters of the Respective Forms. The grounds are extensive, and the usual school games have every encouragement. GOVERNING BODY AND STAFF The Governing Body — The Council and the College Board of St. John ' s College. Head Master — Very Rev. J. J. Robinson, D.D. Deputy Head Master — W. Burman, Esq., B.A. Form Masters — Rev. Canon Matheson, M.A.; W. Burman, B.A.; L. H. Adams, B.A; P. G. Padwick; Rev. E. K. Moffatt, B.A.; J. C. Iliffe, Esq. Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers. - — .+ I WESTERN COAL COM P AN Y LIMITED DEALERS AND SHIPPERS IN SCRANTON ANTHRACITE YOUGHIOGHENY BITUMINOUS MILLER ' S CREEK DOMESTIC POCAHONTAS SMOKELESS GEORGE ' S CREEK SMITHING office: LINDSAY BUILDING COR. NOTRE DAME AND GARRY phones: Main 223. St. John 349. Fort Rouge 255 Pupils and Friends are respectfully requested to patronize our Advertisers,