Kingston Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Times Yearbook (Kingston, Ontario Canada)

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K Q Elf-Q 5 T, ' I akin. I E t leg-f llv x - -sibifs,-Q45 . PRIZE S TORIES S N 0 W CFirst Prize Senior Story-Allan Kent, SBJ Mr. Brian VVood was looking out of the upstairs window of his house. Everything looked so bleak and cold outside. He wish- ed it would snow. Six years ago his little daughter Cathie had come to take the place of his wife in this world. That had been in Bermuda. From birth Cathie had been an extremely delicate child. After six years of alternate improvement and failure, the doctor had recommended the cooler, clearer Canadian atmosphere as the only possible way to save her life. Now she was lying, peaceful but failing, on the little bed drawn up to the other window of the room. She had never seen the snow, and she did so want to. Dr. Mills had told Mr. Brian Wood that the fulfilment of this hope might bring back new vitality into the little wasted legs and arms and chest. And that was why Mr. Brian Wood wished it would snow. The doctor was coming at five-in about a quarter of an hour. Mr. Brian Wood wished the quarter-hour would pass quickly. Would Dr. Mills report Cathie's life as still on the wane? Certainly no one could take it more patiently and more calmly than she! He went over to her. Daddy, do you think it's going to snow this afternoon ?,' The plaintive voice was almost too much for the father. I hope so, Cathief' And, presently: Daddy, what does the snow look like? He had answered these same questions so very often. W'ell, Cathie, it comes down in Hakes, like little white feathers. And they all pile up and cover everything with a nice soft white blanket-softer and whiter and warm- er than the one you have on, Cathie. And then the sun comes out, and the snow all turns into water, and runs down the hills in little brooks. Goo, Daddy! I want to see the snow. Do you think it will come soon P And so back again to where they had started, With relief Mr. Brian Wood saw Dr. Mills' car draw up in front of the house. Why wouldn't it snow? Surely Heaven would grant just a little snow to save a little girl's life! The doctor came upstairs. Mr. Brian VV ood was glad to have someone else in the sick room with him. He watched the doc- tor's face as he bent over the patient, lis- tening to her heartbeats through his stethoscope. Dr. Mills turned slowly to him, and said in a low voice, The only thing that can save her now, Mr. Wood, is to keep within her the desire to live. Then he turned to the little girl. VV ell, Cathie, it's going to snow tonight 1 he began, when she interrupted with: 16-

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if KINGJTOTI COLLECSIATE vocA'rloNAn. INSTITUTE 2? Editors' Convention, sponsored by Sigma Phi, Women's ,Tournalistic Fraternity .of the University of Toronto. At 9 o'clock Friday morning, November 13, 1931, the Convention opened with a welcoming address by Miss ,lean Morton, President of Sigma Phi. Roll-call was taken, and most of the schools, including K.C.1., gave their respective yells. Sir Robert Falconer officially opened the Convention, followed by Mr. VV. Dunlop of the U. of T. Extension Department, who explained the purpose of the gather- ing. Mr. Ted Reeve, Sport Editor of the Toronto Evening Telegram, spoke on Sport Writi'ng as a Profession. Follow- ing this, the delegates separated into groups devoted to special study of particular branches of magazine work. At 12.30 these groups adjourned, and the delegates were photographed on the steps of Convocation Hall. The Convention was resumed in the afternoon. Miss Byrne Hope Sanders, Editor of Chatelaine spoke on Short Stories, and Mr. Elton johnson of the Clarke E. Locke Advertising Agency on Modern Advertisingf, At three o'clock we again separated, half the delegates going over the Maclean Publishing House, and half making a tour of the Toronto Star Building. In the evening we were royally enter- tained at a banquet at the Arts and Letters Club. Here the prizes were awarded as fol- lows: The Star Shield, for the best all-round magazine, to the North Toronto Howler. The Ellis Shield, for the best magazine cover, to the London Central Review. Three book prizes for stories to writers in the Kitchener-Waterloo Grumbler, the Brantford Hello, and the North Toronto Howler, Mr. Wilson McDonald, the famous Canadian poet was the after-dinner speaker. Again, on Saturday morning, November 14, we assembled in Convocation Hall. Mr. Henry Button, of the J. M. Dent Publishing House, offered a prize to be awarded for the best sample of art-in the broadest sense of the word-appearing in any mag- azine. Mr. A. E. F. Allan, Editor of the now-famous 'fVarsity , and Mr. I. F. White, Editor of The Canadian Forum , were the next speakers. Reports were then given of the groups held the previous day. Miss Pearl McCarthy of the Toronto Mail and Empire, lectured on Dramatic Reviewing. The closing address was by Prof. C. B. Sissons of Victoria College, following which Miss Morton said good bye to the delegates, and Sigma Phi was given a hearty hand- clap. That afternoon the delegates wound up the very interesting and instructive two days by seeing f'The Barretts of Wimpole Street , presented by Sir Barry jackson's English Company. ART CRITICISM How do you like our Cover? Don't you think it smart? 1t's new in line and ex- pression, hinting of strength and expansion -with a bit of intriguing mystery about it, it is forceful in its simplicity. To Stuart Moore, Form 4B, winner of the coveted honour of first place-Congratulations! To Kenneth Ratcliffe, Form 4D, whose design came second, and to Douglas Kent, Form SB, who took third place, all honour! These boys submitted drawings of excellent workmanship and plan, but which lacked just that sufficient amount of it which made Moore's design the right one for the cover of the 1932 K.C.V.1. Times Altogether the designs for the cover are far ahead of those of previous years. To the other contestants who turned in such excellent work, great credit is due, Bravo! Try again! The plate on page 94 gives a slight idea of some of the work of the also-rans. SUGGESTIONS VVe have at K.C.V.1. a number of student organizations, but we might still have more especially now that we have a larger school and greater possibilities for places to hold meetings. In a school with an attendance of more than one thonsand there must be many who are interested in other organiza- tions, but can find nobody else who is in- terested, therefore their interest languishes and then dies out altogether. There are probably people who are interested in dra- matics, photography, stamps, radio and books. Now is the opportune time for these people to get together and form these clubs. -15- .

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Qc KINGJTON- CSLTLECTLJIATE VOCATICDNALY INSTITUTE Q Goo, what's the snow like, Dr. Mills ? Well, it's soft and sticky and deep, Cathie, and you can dig in it like sand. And you can squeeze it into snowballs, and throw them. Wouldn't you like to do that, Cathie P The answer was rather disappointing. No. I only want to see it. The doctor tried again. And it gets on all the little branches of the trees, and makes them all sparkle and shine, And sometimes it melts, and then gets hard again, and turns into little pencils that you can see right through-only some- times the pencils are great big things, al- n'ost as big as you are, Cathief' Mr, Brian lVood thought they wouldn't have to be very big. Dr. Mills rose to go. You must keep her looking forward to seeing the snow, Mr. VVood. She is be- yond a doctor's care now. That hope of hers is the only thing that has a chance to save her. And Heaven grant that her hope may be fulfilledll' Mr. Brian Wood thanked the doctor, and tucked Cathie into her bed. He saw her sink into a peaceful sleep, then went to the window again. He stared out upon the cold, hard ground and the overhanging, leaden clouds, thinking the thoughts of one whose last reminder of what was to have been a happy family life is about to be taken away. Presently he turned, bent over the sleeping child, kissed her cold forehead, and went to bed himself. After hours of sleeplessness, he at last fell into troubled dreams from sheer fatigue. He awoke early the next morning, little rested. Weariness. however, dropped aside when he beheld outside the long-awaited covering of snow. It was just like Dr. Mills' picture. Each little twig was spark- ling with its soft burden of whiteness. How happy Cathie would be to see it! She would get well now--he knew it, he knew it! He tiptoed into her room at the front of the house, and found her lying peace- fully, gazing up at the ceiling in silence. Daddy, has it snowed yet F The same wistful, hopeful voicel Yes, Cathie. Thatls my big surprise for you. It snowed last night, while you were asleep !', Uh, Daddy! Let me see, quick! And then, in a lower tone, as if from far, far away I wonder what it looks like. Mr. Brian VVood picked up the little girl, kissed her lightly and took her to the window. Look, Cathief' He felt her take a long breath. She heaved a deep sigh--very deep for one so small-and breathed, Ohl Isn't it pretty ? Now, Cathie, don't you like the snow ? Mr. Brian Wood beamed with pleasure. She would get well! He knew it! Cathie's face was shining ecstatically. She closed her eyes drowsily, breathed again, It is so pretty! , and, laying her head on her father's shoulder, fell into a dreamless, endless sleep. wiv X i vfaf.,,. eb- if 'ic-xx .vxwiqxhg l P, . 1 XS, X :HX av' .Z 6:1 I . -' A NVARNING FINGER ..17..