London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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THE REVIEW 33 Th, Counterfeit !-lero ' ' ' AWWMW HROUGHGUT the room the radiant beams cast by the crackling fire endeavour to dispel the early autumn gloom. The books lining the shelves, the soft thick carpet, the deep arm- chairs and, above all, the massive desk cluttered with papers, pens and more books, give evidence that this is a study, a man's room. Wreaths of silvery white smoke curling lazily upward from the depth of one chair reveal the presence of the owner. Huddled in the chair as he is, one sees at a glance that he is a tall, well-proportioned man, whose rugged face with its square jaw and high forehead give the impression of daring and trust- worthiness. He mutters to himself in a low voice, while a paper lies limply in his hands. Another exposure! Another impersonator shown up! Another 'counterfeit herol' Poor beggar! Perhaps he was the victim of circum- stances! I wonder what would be said if I should tell people I was not Martin Beatty but his cousin! Probably no one would believe me. I tried to convince people five years ago. Even his wife-my wife now, Lorna, was sure I was Martin -but now sometimes I wonder - Lorna looks at me queerly sometimes - He breaks off as the door opens, admitting a woman. She crosses the room with firm graceful steps, and stands before the man. The light from the fire reveals unexpected strands of gold in her chestnut hair, and outlines in shadows the vivid beauty of her lovely face. 'lMartin, we are not going to the Hughes on Friday-the stock-market, you know. Marsha says they are practically wiped out, and are going to Canada to her parents. Poor things! I wonder if there is something you could do-that is if we are all right. And a mis- chievous, yet sympathetic, smile parts her lips. An answering smile comes from the man, but a sombre light lingers in the depths of his eyes, as he answers, I'll see what can be done-not much I'm afraid-he was pretty deep in the mire. Yes, we are perfectly safe-at least right now. Pk Pk Pk Sli Pls The scene shifts to a busy office in the down- town section of a large' city. We find Martin seated before a desk similar to the one in the quiet study at home. Two months have passed, and the brilliant beauty of the painted leaves has fled, leaving only bare black branches, desolate and drear for want of fresh white snow. Miss Jarvis, please get the latest report on Morton's Class A and Class A preferred. Yes, Mr. Beatty. Mr. Grey asks if you will please attend the service in memory of those who died in the explosion that you saved ln UNO! Tell him I'm too busy M165 rot! Having a service for the dead. Perhaps, if they had been given more service when they were alive it wouldn't have happened.-Tell him no! Yes, sir. I am sorry I mentioned it. The secretary leaves and the man, throwing his pen down with a vicious thrust, crosses to the window. That damn explosion! Why Martin had to be killed and why I had to be found, wan- dering around in the fog, covered with ashes-! Some fool said he'd seen me hauling out people-4 probably Martin-just like a thing he'd do! And no one would believe I wasn't Martin-so here I am running his business, and what a business-ye I Continued on page 92 L. C. C. I. COMMITTEES 1934- 35 From Back to Front Rows. From Left to Right. 1-DRAMATIC SOCIETY EXECUTIVE D'Arcy Zurbrigg, Kathleen Smith, Esther Ginsberg, Xvalter Pope. Mr. Carr, Mr. Buck. Alice Der Stepanian, Paul Smith, Marjory Roulston. Absent.-Miss Roddick, Miss Edge, Gordon Houghton. 2-FIFTH YEAR EXECUTIVE Walter Shrives, Miss Vlliancko, Mr. Shales, Miss Macpherson, Mr. Gray, Mr. Hall. Francei Copeland, Evelyn Coughlin. Tom McLean. Jack Smith, Marion ee s. Charles Seager. Bette Xnksater, George NVong. Absent-Miss Morrison. 3-GIRLS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION EXECUTIVE Marion Keene, Ann Little, Aldean Johnston. Betty Birch, Marion Bees, Bette Inksater. I I Miss McCormick, Miss Armstrong, Miss Henderson, .BISTJOTIE Madge, Betty Scott, Jean Crawford, Carol Phelps, Jessie Schaef, Hilaire Little, Isobel Nevin. 4-LITERARY SOCIETY EXECUTIVE Shirley Shoebottom, Frances Copeland, Megan McNaughton. Mr, Affleck, Miss Wyatt, Mr. Buck, Shirley Read, Bonnie Sharpe, Mr. C . Bill Syrgltt, Frances Ivison, Frances Beal, Elizabeth Harvey, Stewart Miller, Walter Shrives, Bob Tamblyn. Absent-Gerald Wyant. 5-BOYS' ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION EXECUTIVE Mr. Anderson, Mr. Shales, Geoffrey Miller, Mr. Entwistle. Kingsley Vogan, Laird Bovaird, Jim O'Neil. Clifford Sharpe, Wilfred Brown, Jack Bower, Worth Chisholm, Charles Seager, Blake Hughes. Russel W'eir, George Wong. Absent-J ack Fraser. G-SECOND YEAR EXECUTIVE Miss Wyatt, Miss Thomson, Miss McKee, Bob Tamblyn. Mr. Carr. ' Geolirey Miller, Shirley Read, Jean Crawford, Isobel Nevin, Margaret MacQueen, Bob Gunton, Ed Houghton, Mr. Anderson. Absent-Miss Henderson, Mr. McCallum. 7-FIRST YEAR EXECUTIVE Mr. West, Miss Armstrong, Miss O'Neil, Mr. Maddeford, Miss MacKinnon, Mr. Webb. Blake Hughes, Marjorie Madge, Megan McNaughton, Betty Scott, Bill Squires, Jocelyn Little, Bill Watson, Bill Syrett, Jim O'Neil. 8-FOURTH YEAR EXECUTIVE Aldean Johnston, Miss McCann, Mr. Buck, Mr. Aliileck, Mr. Adamson. Miss Gilles, Laird Bovaird. Bonnie Sharpe, Christine Bell, Jim Bell, Jack Morgan, Marion Keene. Absent-Mr. Entwistle, Gerald W'yant, Jack Fraser. 9-TI-HRD YEAR EXECUTIVE Mr. Bluett, Mr. Liebner, Mr. Cameron, Betty Birch, Miss McCormick, Miss Roddick, Ann Little, Mr. Nethercott, Worth Chisholm. Jack Bower, Stewart Miller, John Moore, Dorothy Mark, Bob Clarke, Frances Ivison.

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THE REVIEW Centmlites at Temagami Members of our Party-Mr. David Carr, Bradley Walker George Schaef, Walter Shrives, jack Morgan Peter Shuttleworth THERE it lay before us-glittering in the open sunshine, reflecting the bluest sky imaginable, Lake Temagami. There was a thrill that always comes upon the materialization of a long-awaited event, and now our hopes and vivid expect- ations were unfolding and were coming true, even more beautifully than we had expected. That night was one I shall not easily forget. Perhaps it was the excitement of the first night out or it might have been the beauty of the northern lights, which held us spell- bound while they rose, shone, and faded. Their beauty was but momentary. Every second presented a new arrangement of illumination, while all this performance was refiected into the deep, silent majestic lake. After several days' paddling we reached one of the gems of the Temagami lakes, Red Squirrel. There we pitched our camp on the northern shore, beneath huge pines, which seemed to murmur and discuss with one another the forest's visitors. We could not have found a better place in which to rest, for not far off we found an excellent place for swimming, and the fish were quite abundant. It was at this camp that Mr. Carr secured some excellent photographs which will be fixed memories of that heavenly spot. We were quite aware of the fact that the weather was very changeable on Temagami, but not sufiiciently familiar to prevent what was about to happen. We had just started our evening meal when someone noticed that the sky had suddenly become overcast. Someone else drew our attention to a strange veil of mist which hid the distant hills. In a few moments a wind gathered strength to blow our plates and utensils some distance into the woods. The little lake started to heave and roll, and the large waves crashed on shore with an angry roar. In a few seconds the rain fell so heavily that our fire was snuifed out. The water ran in little rivulets down the hills and into our tents. The next sound we heard was someone shrieking Let me in, for heaven's sake! Between his convulsions of laughter we learned from Bradley that his and George's tent had been blown down- swept from over their unsuspecting bodies! George had sought shelter in the third tent while Brad had come to us. Inside of fifteen minutes, it was all over, the sun came out and the wind died as quickly as it had risen. We were now starting on a circle trip known as the Upper Okabika. We found ourselves soon gliding down a narrow and swift stream, made all the more hazardous by submerged logs and trunks of trees which had toppled into it. Later, we were delighted to come to its mouth and enter the upper end of Lake Okabika, which soon proved itself to be as picturesque and interesting as its name. We made a camp on a point which possessed a unique feature, for Temagami-a beach. Also on the point we found that an excellent camp site had been prepared by forest rangers, whose unoccupied cabin we discovered a short distance inland. Life was so enjoyable at this camp that nobody wanted to leave the next morning, which would have been the usual procedure. Therefore, we stayed for four days which were filled with interesting adventures, one of which was finding at the top of a high hill, a forest ranger's tower, from which we saw our course for a good morning's paddle. Fish were even more abundant here than on Red Squirrel. As food supplies were reaching a new.low, it was once more necessary to set out, this time towards home. In several days we were back in Temagami village, where we found our old camp site just as we had left it. The last day dawned. Yes, the holiday was really over, but the memories of early morning plunges, of camphres at night, and sleeping under the blue sky could not be removed from my mind. The memory of these was my only consolation. -Peter Shultleworth