Humberside Collegiate Institute - Hermes Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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No more glowing challenge could have been hurled at a collegiate maga- zine than that which was given ours by the editors and contributors of last yearls Hermes -the best High School Publication in Ontario for 1929. With the acceptance of this challenge, the aim has been not only to maintain but also to surpass the -standards of excellence set for us. In selecting the material which should be printed we have based our decisions especially upon the style of the work and its interest to the reader. This year, third form co-operation has been better than ever, the variety of interesting subjects with which its members dealt was scarcely surpas-sed by the senior forms. The increased number of writers in the whole section has been gratifying for it makes our magazine more truly representative of the school. To those whose contribu- tions appear on the pages of this section, as well as to those whose efforts did not make the grade this time, and to those teachers who, in word and in action, encouraged their pupils to write for the magazine, you owe the pleasure and the profit which we hope will be yours as you read. May next year's Literary Depart- ment receive the same enthusiastic co-operation, and may its editors find the same enjoyment in their work! -lllarga-ref Hand, I7-A. Ra, God of Harvest Far up in the clouds, Ra, the sun-god stands. He watches o'er his people And smiles upon their lands. Far below, A the priestess, In glittering array, Chants the songs of harvest In honour of god Ra. lncense perfumes the air, The chant is low and sweet, The zealous worshippers Toss blossoms at her feet. Blue is the sky above VVhere Ra, god of the sun, Watches o'er his people, For harvest has begun. -Zlfay Fryer, IV-fl.

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THE nerwefn Our last year's scholarship winners are continuing their studies at Varsity along lines similar to those in which they have been so successful-Jack Vanstone in Mathematics, Ross Richardson in Maths and Physics, and Henry Noyes in Moderns. Humberside hopes that they will have even greater success in their chosen careers. Graduates more original in choice include Jean Gordon who expects to become a physiotherapist, M. Terry an instructor in music, and Doris Collins, who is continuing her studies in elocution. G. Lynes, Gartley, E. Stevens and H. Irvine are embarking upon the teinpestuous seas of the teaching profession. In concluding this chapter of Humberside history, the editors, on behalf of the student body, wish to each and every graduate- Bon Voyage. What Uur Graduates Are Doing Some students of Humberside seem to believe that the chief end of life is 'the achievement of a gradu- ation diploma, and that, this goal attained, their troubles are over and they may live in slothful ease. Rummaging in the annals of the past, and comparing them with those of the present, we have made some interesting discoveries which may help to dispel this illusion and show that there is a broader horizon than that of school life. Humber- side does not altogether lose track of her graduates, and rejoices with them in their success. Of the more recent graduates, Henry Noyes is perhaps the most outstanding. Not long ago, he read some of his poetry before the Cana- dian .-Xuthor's Association, and since then he has been awarded first prize in the poetry competition in the Varsity, Noreen Masters, who designed the Hermes cover, and has won several prizes in art at the Technical School, read some of her poetry the same night, representing the Technical School, where she is now teaching. Helen Morral has also distinguished herself in the realm of art, as well as in that of writing for, besides winning art Q! prizes, she has received a short ' 24 story prize. ,lean Pinchin last year won three scholarships, and Marie Treniaine was especially fortunate in winning a scholarship in Library XVork, as a result of which she is now studying in England. Early in February, another ex-Humbersider, lYaltcr Dent, came into prominence through the publication of his war book, Show Me Deathf, Lorena Richardson has made a success of Household Science and is now head dietician at Simpson's Arcadian Court. Her brother, Le- land, is the oliicial bell-ringer at the Metropolitan Church, and has sev- eral times rung the carillon in the Soldier's Tower at the University. In the world of politics, Humber- side is ably represented by the Premier of Saskatchewan, and in that of science, by Dr. Robert Harris, who has been awarded the Reeve prize for valuable medical research work. Doubtless this is only a very sketchy outline of the achievements of some old Humbersiders. If we have omitted anything noteworthy, it was not by design, but merely lack of knowledge, and we do not for a moment forget, that many great deeds are done of which the World never hears.

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CI -,, J f THE uefawift XXIL Azwkemzzg The day of the fair at Minety had been as perfect as a ilower that bursts into bud, slowly unfolds its chalice to the sun for a few hours, fades and dies. From sunrise to sunset a happy-go-lucky, motley crowd of farmers, mingled with gypsies in their garishly coloured dress, had swept by the stalls and the tents, laughing, smiling, everyone with a song in his heart. VVhen the sun had slipped behind the tree-tops and darkness was de- scending, the merriment swelled to even greater heights of joy. In one corner of the common, the young people whirled around and around in breathless delight to the music of a violin which they had induced a slender gypsy lad to play. Scarcely could they resist dancing to the alluring music drawn from the quiver- ing strings by Kazan's skillful hand. Nobody played like Kazan. VVhen he made his violin sing, it seemed as though his very soul was speaking. Tonight, however, he had forgotten himself completely and had mounted a little hillock whence, happy in their happiness, he played gay, sprightly airs for the young folk. Now and again, the more sedate martial music sounded across to him from the opposite corner where the older people were holding their dance. The effect was charming. First the butteriiy air that Kazan played soared high and clear into the atmosphere, now a strain of an old-fashioned waltz rose on the breeze, then both would be lost in a weird but delightful har- mony, softly and faintly intermingling. A night breeze snatched the last breath of music away. Reluctantly, the girls and boys prepared to leave. Two by two they slipped away, until only a few farmers remained, collect- ing their wares. VVhen they had rumbled off in their wobbly carts and the noise of their going had faded away in the distance, a peaceful silence closed about the common. All sound had He-d, leaving a restful calm, dis- turbed only at intervals by the sound of a bird or animal abroad at night in the woods. The clock in the church tower struck four. A sleepy bird, awakened by the sound, flew up out of the turret with a frightened twitter. Below him, a small, lithe figure with ellish face paused for a moment and looked furtively about her. Nobody-noth- ing in sight. She squeezed out of her hiding-place formed by a niche in the wall of the church, sped across the moonlit square, and then retreated with increasing swiftness down the dark country road, red skirt and raven hair floating on the breeze. For ten minutes, Shuri ran as swiftly as a deer and as straight as an arrow, never slackening her pace a moment, past an ancient milestone almost buried in hedges, past fields smelling deliciously of sweet clover and trees rustling softly. Now she was approaching a wooden gate. Two rapid steps up its bars, a quick twist of her left leg, and she dropped lightly down on to the soft dirt. Once over, Shuri looked about with her dark face screwed up in perplexityf Suddenly her roving eye lighted upon the desired object far across a field of yellow Howers.