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

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If , gg! THE Htzrawigft N Ralph it Mzkfake The bird is possessed, Dick, said Ralph to his cousin. She won't say a Word, no matter what we do. Well, Polly may do better in future, Ralph, returned Dick, indi- cating the parrot which had so far defied the combined efforts of Ralph's family to make her speak. It was three weeks since Polly had been given to Ralph for a birthday present, and never a word had she said. But she was guaranteed to be a genuine talking parrotf' Ralph cried. Then why don't you take her back and buy another one ? countered Dick. I burnt the guarantee ticket, and there was no bill, Ralph said. But if she doesn't talk soon, I'll wring her old neck. he finished savagely. Chl let's think of more cheerful things, Dick said. For instance, what are we going to do this after- noon? You know that I can stay here only for a few days, and we must make the most of our time. Well, returned Ralph, I suppose we shall have to hoe the garden, and do numerous other chores, but if we really want to go anywhere, never fear, we shall be able to slip away. just at this point Ralph's mother called them, and they were obliged to wait until after dinner to continue their conversation. Let's go to the old mill-dam, Ralph, and go boating on the pond, sug- gested Dick, when they were again in their room, and after teasing the parrot without visible effect, had settled down once more to their plan of campaign for that afternoon. But we are not allowed to go there, protested Ralph. It's very dangerous, and anyway, I can't swim. Pshawl There is nothing so dan- gerous about it. I can swim fairly' well, and we are going boating, not swimming, replied Dick. lYell, we might be able to manage if you do as I sayfl Ralph answered dubiously, and he began to relate to Dick their plan of action. lly an elaborate system of back doors, hedges, and board fences, they at last managed to reach the shelter of the barn, from which they issued on the side opposite the house. Ry taking a short-cut through the fields, they soon arrived at the pond above the dam. Here they found, as they had expected, an old and much battered boat, which, fortunately, was equipped with a pair of oars. They had some trouble in launching the boat, for it was poorly balanced, but at length they gained mid-stream and began to row from the dam. They had been going up-stream for some minutes, when Ralph, who was not rowing, attracted by the flash of some bright object, leaned over the gunwale of the boat to investigate. Leaning over too far, he upset the boat. Instantly they were thrown into the water, and were battling with it for their very lives. Dick, who could swim a little, trod water, looking about for his more unfortunate cousin. He found him struggling and gasping for breath. By much exertion, he succeeded in keeping his cousin's chin above the surface of the water, but his strength was failing, and he knew that they would soon go under. just as it seemed that his muscles would break under the strain, and that he and Ralph would take their leave of this world, he heard a man's voice calling to him to hold on. It was a matter of seconds before Ralph and Dick were being lifted from the water into a boat. You saved my life, Dick, Ralph

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Tw5HriVQw1i3f Mrs. Roelzat The editor asked for an interview with Mrs. Rochat, and by a series of tactful questions elicited this information. Norma Roelzat Ca galliiuaufryj Afvffearanee: 8.10 a.m. at the latest. Disajifiearalizeez 3.35 p.1n. sharp. Disposition: Variable-best, the third Ilzdisjiositioizs: Last century-croup, period in the morning: Worst, at 3 whooping-cough and chicken poXg p.m. this century-measles, grippe and mal de mer-ONCE. Gravity: 120 lbs. Levity: Frowns upon it. Likes: Cross-country hikes Dis1ikeseSpearmint gum Steep hills Sea bathing Flying Gurry Epstein Psycho-analysis. Lemon pie. Perso1zals:X X X X X X X X X X Impersonals: Teaches French and Cdeleted by the censorj. German and likes her Work. Weakniesstisz Space does not permit. Favourite Quotation: Qui vivra Favourite Book: Cook Book. verra. Favourite Recipe: Premiere partie: Prenez un chevreuilg mettez dedans un cochon de lait, dans lequel vous introduirez une dinde. Dans cette dinde vous mettez un poularde, dans la poularde un faisan, dans le faisan une perdrix, dans la perdrix une becasse, dans la becasse une alouette, et dans 1'alouette une grosse olive. Deuxieme partie: Faites rotir pendant sept heures. Troisieme partie: jetez le chevreuil, le cochon de lait, la dinde, la poularde, le faisan, la perdrix, la becasse, l'alouette, et mangez l'olive. 31

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THE Hgmwngf' remarked huskily when he had re- covered his breath enough to speak. No, I didn't, contradicted Dick. It was Bill Wright who saved our lives. No, I didn't,,' said Bill Wright emphatically. I only took out my boat and did the rescue work. Then who was it ?', asked Ralph. Wait until you get home, and then you will know, Bill saidg and as each one was occupied with his own thoughts, the discussion was dropped. When they were once more at home, they did learn the story of their rescue. Not long after their departure, Ralph's mother missed him. A frantic Search failed to reveal a single clue until, standing undecidedly in the middle of the room, she heard the harsh voice of To the mill-dam-mill-dam-boab ing-mill-dam. These broken phrases were all the information needed. In a few minutes, Bill Wright had been told of the plot by Ralph's mother. and had set out in his boat in search of the boys. The rest of the story, the boys knew. Dick was thinking of the waiting in the chilly water when minutes had seemed like hours, when he was interrupted by Ralph's voice. So Polly really saved us after all, though both you and Bill Wright helped. And I said that I was going to wring your neck if you didn't talk, he added, turning to Polly. What more he would have said was cut short by Polly's loud tones. To the mill-dam--mill-dam-boat ing. Polly. -G. Bnclzer, UI-C. Snow at Evening Softly the snow falls, From the dark skiesg And through the bare tree-tops The wind gently sighs. ' 0, what radiance and purity there, Shines from that blanket of snow, so fair, Snugly it keeps the old earth warm, Wrapping it round with sparkling charmg Robing the trees in garments white, Making them ghosts in the iitful light. Softly the snow falls, Through the still night, And beyond the dark clouds Are stars shining bright. Fragile white softness, did God make thee so? For 'tis surely from Heaven that cometh the snow. -Gladys Evans, III-A. 33