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

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S8225 Cl 21,3 W tru E Hticmm eff' XXX zwjkrnz line The king slits in Dztnzfcruzlittc f0'Zt'll Drittkizzg the blttde-red wine. Let nie tell you two or three things about Dunfermline-that beautiful town in Fifeshire. Dunfermline is the birthplace of the famous Andrew Carnegie. Among his many generous gifts was the presentation of Yitten- crief Park to the town of Dunferm- line. In the centre of the park there is a glen, through which a small stream runs, adding to the beauty of its surroundings. Many interesting things may be seen in the glen, such as various species of beautiful birds. The Hower gardens also add to the charm of this park. Because of its beauty the park is visited by many people every year. Carnegie, moreover, gave one million pounds to the Carnegie Dun- fermline Trust. They might use the interest of this money in any way they wished, but they were not to use the principal. In order to use this money, the Trust engaged the finest musicians in the country to form a professional Reed Band which plays in the park the summer twice a day during months. Other bandmasters were engaged to train bands to play in the other parks of the town as well. Xkhen the Carnegie llunfermline Trust was formed twenty-tive years ago, a school of music was instituted. Mr. David Stephen, the man who was pri- vate organist to Andrew Carnegie in Scibo Castle, was elected as the first principal of this school. Linder his guidance it has produced some very tin: musicians. Une of the most important things in Dunfermline is Dunfermline Abbey. llere we find the tomb of King Robert the Bruce underneath the pulpit. The Tower of this Abbey has four sides, on which is written King Robert the Bruce. Climb a winding' stairway to reach the tower, and you have an excellent view of the surrounding country. Even the Forth Bridge on the Firth of Forth may be seen. Let me assure it would he very interesting for you to visit the town famous in the days of Sir Patrick Spens. -.e1le.1' Foster, I-E. 1t's a Hermes you desire, VVhen you're blue, It's a Hermes your require, Wheii you're blueg It is full of laughs 2: And sports, If you're feeling out of sorts. Dock your mind at Hermes Ports, VVhen you're blue. -lllarjoiric W0fS0l'I, I-B. 110

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Y T7 Twig I-lll.1I'-2lVIQf', - - 1679 NNN patches of brown, indicating thatched roofs and small patches of millet and sweet potatoes. Here and there, long suspension bridges swing across gaping gullies. In this territory live the subdued savages who have been taught to farm on a small scale under japanese in- struction. Four hours' ride brings us to our destination, Mt. Kapanzan. We reach the village about five o'clock. The savages rush out to greet us, overcome with curiosity at our strange appear- ance. We stare at them and they stare at us. The dress of the savages is very interesting. All their clothing is woven from hemp on small hand- looms, and brilliantly coloured. Some wear large, square pieces of cloth caught at two corners over one shoulder. Some of the women wear long trousers and long top tunics. The men, warriors and hunters, wear short, open tunics and girdles that hold their swords. The children wear little clothing, and some none at all. All are adorned with many kinds of bracelets, anklets and necklaces made out of beads, teeth, seeds, bone and shells. The head-dress of the women consists of a long strip of cloth wound round the head like a turban. The men wear woven skull-caps made from rattan, or a band holding :some bright coloured feathers. One prominent feature of their headgear is enormous ear-rings. They are not really ear- rings at all, but bamboo sticks as thick as one's finger, and about five inches long, with tufts of brightly coloured wool in each end. The faces of all the men and women are tattooed with the tribal marks. Some have marks on the forehead and chin, others have fan-like patterns on their cheeks. We visit various huts, one owned by the savage chief. It is a thatched dwelling, and we step down on enter- ing, as the floor is below the level of the ground. The inside is dark and gloomy. It gives us a creepy feeling to look at the skulls ranged on shelves. The only furniture within is bamboo frames spread with mats for beds, and earthen pots and jars. Hanging around the walls are weapons of hunters and warriors. The fire is built in the middle of the room on the mud floor. There are neither stoves nor chimneys, so the smoke finds its way out as best it can, through a hole in the roof. The food is cooked in pots hung on poles over the fire. These tribes live on millet, fish from the mountain streams, and wild game, such as deer, wild boar, and various kinds of birds. Very hungry and pleasantly tired we return to the Inn for our evening meal. And now to bed on the floor! Again the maid makes use of the cupboards by pulling out mattresses and quilts which are spread on the floor. Again she pulls out something, this time a.huge mosquito net, stretch- ing to the four corners of the room. If this net were omitted we would not be able to sleep all night, because of the buzzing, biting, tormenting insects. Thus closed a never-to-be-forgotten day. We had seen some of the rarest people on earth in their native, primitive surroundings. -Kattlzerine MatCLe0d, I-A. 109

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