Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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.

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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.

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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