Lindsay Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Tatler Yearbook (Lindsay, Ontario Canada)

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.28 THE L. C. I. TATLER back -no Brignall so will leave you to con- tinue your journey. Before leaving, he filled the tank with enough gasoline to drive to Dupdale. Good-bye Rosaleen called gaily as she started the car. Good-bye and safe journey, he return- ed, smiling. Nice girl, Mallory reflected as he climbed into his roadster, turned around, and drove off in the opposite direction. As she drove up the winding drive on her return home la few days later, Rfosaleen recognized with delightful surprise, a. green roadster similar to her own parked at the door. Hereafter, the Malory's, father and son, were frequent visitors at the home of Rosaleen and her father. Mr. Mallory Sr. because of the deep friendship which sprang up 'between him and Mr. Leighg Mr. Mallory Jr. because it was the home of his bride-to-be. Poetr ' ROMANCE I fSybi1 Pickeringj I've left the world of trouble With all its cares behind, I'm steeped in a world of wonders Where rays of love beams shine, Where all the worlds are one world And oh what a world to see Where all the worlds as one world Throb like the pulse of the sea Where ravs of love are shining And the breeze of devotion blows Where the voices of passion murmur In the garden where beauty grows. In the depth of my heart it's swelling, The thrill that only love knows. THE FIRST RUGBY PRACICE . Scene I. 'Coach Breese of Lindsay By the Hnine Gods he swore, That the great school of L. C. I. Should suffer defeat no more, By the Unine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his messengers go forth To summon his array. Scene II. To First, Second, Third and Fourth, The messenger ran fast, To all the forms in L. C. I.- Fifth Form heard it last. Shame on the hefty bozo, Who turns not out to-night, To try and make the rugby team, And keep L. C. I. in the fight. Scene III. Out then poured the greenhorns, Who had not played before, Close followed by the veterans, As hard-'boiled as of yore. And on many, a flashy sweater, A Sewn with many a, seam, Shown at its best. Behold! the Crest, Of the L. C. I. rugby team. Scene VI. Then out spoke the burly Campbell As he leaned upon the gate, To every man upon this earth Work cometh soon or late, So mark the field, you bozos, With all the speed ye may: I with two more to help me, Will go out there and play.

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THE L. C. I. TATLER 27 head, as she realized her predicament. Your name, miss? questioned the pol- iceman, calmly. Rosaleen Leigh from Brignallf' an- SWel'6Ci the grl. V Not Gordon Leigh's daughter? asked the constable rather taken aback. Yes.' Rosaleen had changed her pos- ition slightly, and as she did so saw that the numbers on the license plate were not hers but were very similar. Oh, I see! My license is number MI-' 235 and easily mistaken for this one, she said, turning to Mallory. But how did you come to have my car? asked Mallory puzzled, or he too, recognized the girl's surname to be that of the famous lawyer. Why, I understand now. There was a green roadster similar to mine parked here when I went in, which was undmubt- edly yours. The person driving your car has taken mine by mistake in his hurry to get out of this town before he was caught. The thing to do is to chase my car and catch the 'person who stole yours, finished Rosaleen, excitedly. The attendant at the service station be- ing questioned, said that a green ooupe had pulled out quickly about ten minutes previous in an easterly direction. Come on. We must catch him, cried Mallory, opening the door for the girl. Springing into the ldriver's seat, he start- ed the car and they were oif in a flash leaving the worthy officer staring surpris- ed and speechless after them. Down the wide highway they sped at a breakneck speed. The highway for- tunately was straight and comparatively level with light traffic. After several min- utes, he slowed down to a more moderate pace but still held a rate exceeding the speed limit. He will not be expecting a chase since he slipped away from that sleepy town immolestedj' explained Mallory turning to the girl beside him. We have a good chance, answered Rosaleen. There is also the chance that he will run out of gasoline, for I just rem- ember that the gas was low back at Bronte and I intended refilling the tank. Why, that is fortunate, exclaimed Mallory gayly. We might find your car on the side of the road out of gias. The joke would be on him. After driving for nearly half an hour and seeing no sign of their oar, their hopes gradually sank to zero. They had just rounded a slight curve in the road when they saw a familiar object, the car! Sim- ultaneously they reoognised it. His little car leaped forwand with a bound. The driver of the car ahead, real- izing he was being pursued also speeded up. The chase was on-what a mad ride! Mallory, tense, with excitement, pressed his foot sharply on the accelerator. The speedometer rose to fifty, fifey-five, six- ty-eight. Rosaleen, motionless, and with bated breath, watched the distance be- tween the two ears lessen and then widen It was a mad race. Should another car appear on the scene, an unavoidable crash undoulbftably wlould have occurred, but Lady Luck was with them. Mallory wat- ched with fastonishment as the pursued car began to come gradually to a stop. He drove up beside it and stopped. Springing over the car door, he rushed towards the culprit. You're under arrest, he thnindered at the white-faced drvier, as he grablbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the car, forgetting, in his fury, that he was assuming an authority he did not possess. The thief, wrenching from his grasp, shot out his fist at the young man before him. But Mallory was too quick for him. -He dodged the blow, and with his Irish blue eyes blazing with natural wrath, Mallory struck a lightning blow at his assailant which sent him sprawling to the pave- ment. Unnoticed by the two young people, a large, touring 'car drove up and stopped beside them. It was the provincial police from Brignall, who had started out as soon as word had reached them of the stolen roadster. Fine work, youngsters, cried a big hearty policeman, congratulating them on their success. You saved us a whole lot of trouble by capturing this crook. Mallory and Rosaleen modestly refused to take all the credit saying it was pure luck from beginning to end. After the police left with their prisoner, the two participants in the exciting race stood staring at each other. suddenly real- izing their position in the middle of the road, they both laughed and moved to- wards Rosa.leen's car. After this rather exciting half hour, 'to- gether, I don't believe we need much in the way of an introduction, began Mall- ory soberly. With twinkling eyes, she she gravely extended her hand. Mallory extended hishand with a. firm handclasp introductions were over. Where do we go from here? inquired Mallory gaily. Well, as I was on my way to Dupdale when I was so unexpectedly arrested, re- turned Rlosaleen, I will proceed on my way, and as I really found your car and you rescued mine, I guess we are square on both sides, are We not? Yes, agreed Mallory. I have 'to go

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THE L. C. I. TATLER 29 For in yonder park, a dozen, Canlt play as well as three, So who will come along And kick the ball wnh me. Then out spake Boulter Reid, A loafer great was he Lo! I will stand on thy left hand, And kick the ball with thee. Scene IV. CContinued.J And lout spake rbig 'tElmer'l Tripp, Of fighting blood was he, I will abide alt Uhy right side, And snap the ball to thee. Campbell, quoth Coach Bill Breese, As thou sayest, so let it be. And straightway they went forth to Play, The 'great and dauntless three. With apologies to Wordsworth, Tennyson and Shakespeare. Deacon Groves TRUE FRIENDS CSybil Plckeringl In the days when life seems dark and dreary, And When a person's heart is Weary, Theuworld to you seems at an end, W Its then you need a trusty friend. 2 A friend in whom you may confide, Who'll take your part, stay by your side: When everyone is down on you . Its ,then you see what friends are true. Fairweather friends, they come and go With trusty friends its never so, When life for ylou has gone to seed, The friend thats true is the friend indeed. TC AN INDIAN WARRIOR lRuth MaCrimmonJ An, Indian Warrior of the ,olden days Standing against the blood-red evening sky, Upon the silent mountain wild and high Awe'd by the grandeur and peace, silently prays. Great Spirit! grant courage to this Black- foot brave: 'Winged feet, stout heart, a proud and wonthy foe: May our Chieftains, ever, with the strong true bow Defend this heritage, beneath thy slave. Towns and smoky cities blot his hunting ground, His forest silence broken, his peace is al- most goneg The white man now surveys his rich do- main. The warrior's gone, list! Where are We bound? Surely God smiles on us now, but cometh the dawn When perchance We too may pass on, and an alien reign. The Poet's Song You may sing my friends, of love And its etemal charmsg Of the perfumes of the fields. And of the lighrt that warms. Sing of life ,its little pleasures, Of fond hopes which may come trueg Sing of life, its many heartaches, And of sweet dreams shining through, Sing of grace of ladies fair, Of their bright eyes, the changing hue, Whose clear reflections deeply shew, A love, thart's kind and true. Sing of flowers just bloomingg Sing of glories of springg Sing of splendours of morning: But,-of the Hhalbitantsj' I sing! Laugh not at their habits quaint, Their speech or lives they lead: ' Their clothes of simple homespun, Quite suirting to their need. Underneath his countenance rough, An intellect heart is wisely hiding, Concealed in his noble breast, Is a soul, with love o'erflowing. Their ancestors came from Picardy, Fronf Maine and fair Poitong Came from the lands of Normandy, And ,from the valley of Anjofu. These men of all endurance tried, From beauteous France departed: Left 'bounteous harvests to be raised, To these, are we indebted. They have cut 'dlown green forests serene, Wth eager arms and strong, Cleared the fields, and settled the plains, From such people we are sprung. Glory be to those who lived By the plough and trial and strife! We know their valour, thlose who died In the passing race of life. Translated from the French poem Chantez, o poetes Leonard Thibadeau