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

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C1 -3' V 5 ,Bi T .127 I A IHI Q' il '- g..,Q,--'v5h,..,' X Q, 5 J ,,,,-'ff I. -5, Q , , iff 74' 'iff 2 '- - 11 H - 14-gt f-4' '5 wi- ' ' 'BM f1ictlHlbF1Ff F'lFH P fe 747' i r if ,E gf f -P 4 ' The Hermes Staff of the Lower School appreciates to the fullest extent the work of the many Lower School students who gave their sup- port and co-operation to help us produce a better Hermes. The form representatives deserve our thanks for their excellent work, as well as the others who aided us in our campaign by contributing the results of their best efforts in the way of stories, art and poems. Unfortunately our allotted space was not sufficient for all the contribu- tions received, so if your article was forced to give way to something slightly better donlt become depress-ed but start on your next original idea and hand it in, in order to make next year's Hermes surpass this one. You have no conception of the pleasure that is to be found in taking an interest in your school magazine until you have tried working for it. Miss McPhail is to be especially thanked for all the time and energy she spent in encouraging us in our dull moments. We hope that the readers of this yiear's Hermes will not omit our sec- tion when they are enjoying the work of the Middle and Upper School. -Zlfargfzzeriic Tilley, If-C. X' A Song of W inter Though the bird flies far And the fair flower goes, The sweet of the year Is set in the snows. The wind o' the winter Makes frost-flowers bloom, And suddenly songs Are sung in the gloom. And winging hearts meet And whisper together, And all through the day It is perfect weather. -Irene Jlfiller, H-G.

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THE l'll.2lQlVlEf it-Bluriel Eillarh On 'luly 3rd, l929, the tragic news of Muriel Willard's death reached the ears ofa few of her closer Hum- berside friends but it was not for some days, even weeks, after this date that the great majority of us heard the unhappy tidings. To all of us, the knowledge of her most un- timely death came as a great shock. It is common k n o W l e d g e throughout Hum- berside that Mur- iel Willard's fut- ure, particularly along literary lines, was one of great promise. During the short two years she had spent at Humber-- side, she had already won a name for herself. But no matter how great the success with which her literary efforts might have been crowned, the fact still remains that probably Muriells chief contribution to the lives of those about her would have been her ability, which amount- ed almost to genius, for entertaining people. Possessed as she was with an innate and very real s e n s e of humour and a per- sonality in which the highest aesthetic qualities and finest sports- manship were com- bined, it is not at all difficult to see why Muriel was always so popular with her friends. Her character was a remarkable com- bination of friend- liness and reticence, love of beauty and love of sport, while her scholas- tic ability is unquestioned. Indeed, hers was a unique character, which has left an impression not soon to be erased from the minds of all who knew her. Slios passed from out our midst and yet we cannot tlziizzle liar gone, We know size lives a lziiglzcr Lifeg her earthly work is done. Tlzouglz Hcarfezfs gates may lzide lzer now, God's loving hand will guide her now, Faoin g new war! ds.

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tai -we V1EV'2fVlE-lf Xa evealed in an Old Habimni Inn The snow, which had fallen inces- santly during the day. gave way to a driving sleet that furiously lashed itself around the corners of the Beaver's Head Inn. VVithin the quaint old French-Canadian tavern the cronies seated about the hreside dis- cussed old times between pipes of Tabac Canadien and hookers of VVhisky Blanc. The bitter wind without penetrated even the heavy log walls and made old Jacques move his armchair closer to the hearth. The landlord arose from his accustomed seat by the tire and cast a huge log on the greedy llames. Unsuspected by the company, a man partly concealed in the shadows stole into the furthest corner of the room, as tramps were wont to do at the expense of the land- lordys good nature. A deep and sullen silence had fallen on the group, broken only by the crackling of the logs and the rhythmic tick of the wig-wag clock. The landlord shifted his position and drew from his hip pocket a great red handkerchief with which he blew his nose in all solemnity. Bedacl, me lads, is this a morgue? Faith and I'm thinkin, after drinkin' me wines all evenin' y'ud not be tung-tyd. Wliaat ails ye, Jacques? Has the starm and me vintage throttled ye, too? How would a hooker of ywheesky blanc p!! strump a story . The individual thus addressed accepted the proffered hooker, quaffed it to the landlord's good health, and having stimulated the atmosphere with volumes of Tabac Canadien, he stared thoughtfully into the flickering flames and began to speak. ' It's long tam' ago. I'm purty healt'y fella, meg 'bout twenty year or so, beeg and strong, no care in de whol' worl', an' lookin' for de grand adventure. Purty soon I t'ink its tam' to geeve up de Courier-de-Bois beezness, plenty beeg tam' sure, but no monee, de place for me is in de wes' w'ere deres all de gol' in de worl' also. Bateese an' plenty more Trineau, a good frien' by ine, t'ink de sam'. Bateese was de mos' bes' frien' den you're not I ever have. I s'pose very moche su1'prise w'en Bateese say to me, jacques, I have it all tix sure for de grand tour of de gol' ru-sh on Colouzbiu I?rifa1111iq1fv. Here he paused to re-light his pipeg the figure in the corner stirred per- ceptibly. VVell, continued Jacques, we go on de gol' rush an' no sooner we reach dat place dan we start to work, an' work de harder dan you ever see two fella' work befor , making de beeg fortune sure for poor man lak' Hateese an' me. Tings go long all ri't for long tam'. till one day Hateese say to nie. 'jacques I t'ink its tam' for mak' de de gol' dus' in de bank'. hees crazee on de head, feller in de bank get hol' w'en it's lot better off in deposit wit' I tell heem for let dem our moneeg dc- w'iskey bottles wid good cork in, onder de bunk in our leetle cabane w'ere its been dees las' two, t'ree year. But w'en Bateese tell me 'bout de t'ree percen' on de monee and de beeg chance for Indian fin' it w'en we're workin' in de reever, I t'ink its good idea to mak' de grand depositment. IVe t'ink deres 'bout two, t'ree