Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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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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