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

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40 vented by a Glastonbury monk called Peter Lightfoot, is six hun- dred years old. As well as indi- cating the time this interesting clock also tells the phases of the moon and the position of the plan- ets. To the left of the clock, high up on the wall, sits a little wooden man, dressed in the costume of Charles I's time. He is called jack Blandiver. As the hour is reached, he kicks out his legs and brings his heels against two bells. From within the black cave above the dial is heard a whirring sound and four mounted knights appear, two galloping to the right and two to the left. Each time they go around one is knocked off his horse by his opponent's sword. When they are all knocked off the tournament comes to a standstill. -Barbara Peters UU Bow Church 'I do not know' says the great Bell of Bow. In Cheapside, old London, is Bow Church, in which rings the great Bell of Bow, and all those and only those born within the sound of its ringing are true Cock- neysi Although always known as Bow Church, its correct name is St. Mary le Bow. The edifice which now stands was built by Sir Christopher VVren, architect of fifty-two other London churches, after the great fire had destroyed all but the arches on which the former building had been con- structed. The chief points of interest of Bow Church are the crypt, the bell, and a golden dragon topping the spire. In the crypt, half of which is sealed up, there are here and there some Roman tiles. The famous bell weighs fifty-three hun- dred-weight and twenty-two pounds, while the golden dragon, which serves as a Weathervane, is two hundred and twenty-one and a half feet above the pavement. For many years children have played Oranges and Lemons within the sound of Bow Bells and they probably will for many years more. V --Betty Patterson THE REVIEW OLD ENGLISH TOASTS I. May the tears of sympathy crystallize as they fall, and be 'worn as pearls and gems upou the bosoms of those for whom they are shed. II. When you are going up the hill of Prosperity, may you never meet a friend. III. May the enemies of har- mony swim down the river Thames like a brick. EIEI Madame Tussaud's Waxworks At Madame Tussaud's are gather- ed together the most famous collec- tion of wax figures in the world. In the exhibition in London, models of all the world s celebrities, from royalty downward, are assembled. The exhibition is divided into four parts: the Grand Hall, the Hall of Tableaux, the Hall of Kings, and the Chamber of Hor- rors. In the Grand Hall, there are models of the Royal Family, states- men, famous soldiers, political and literary men, all of which are care- fully arranged. The Hall of Tableaux contains many historical settings. An ex- ample is the tableau of King John, sitting in his tent at Runnymede, presenting the Charter to the barons. Napoleon's cloak and the original guillotine knife are also on display in this division. There is an altogether different side to the Hall of Tableaux. It is composed of famous figures of music, stage, screen and sports, such as George Arliss, Col. Lindbergh, Bobby jones and Fred Perry. Kings and Queens of all the Houses in English history are shown in the Hall of Kings. One of the finest is that of Queen Vic- toria. The most interesting feature of the Chamber of Horrors is prob- ably the Guillotine portraying the executioners and the victim. The clothing on all these wax figures is, in the majority of cases, the original dress once worn by the person portrayed. Standing around these Halls are wax policemen, and so lifelike are they that many visitors to the Exhibition go up to them and ask a question, only to be fooled. -Joan Cogdou DEI i English Hedgerows In travelling across Canada the landscape, in one particular, is exactly the same. Fences, either snake, rail or barbwire, bound everything-fields, woods, roads and even gardens. But, taking a similar journey in England, the countryside in this respect is much more interesting. In the first place there are the famous and unique hedgerows, and second, the hedges in no two counties are the same. In Hereford they grow high, consisting of nut bushes and vines, interspersed with hawthorn treesg driving down the country lanes one can never see out across the fields, much to the annoyance of Amer- ican visitors. In Gloucester, al- most next door, much lower hedges are the rule, with occasional grey stone walls. In Cornwall and Devon, the open moors and resulting terrific winds are very detrimental to ornamental hedges, and in conse- quence there are miles of tumbling moss and bramble-grown walls, horrible obstacles in a cross country walk. Another place for numer- ous stone walls is South Devon, where they are higher, and so over- grown that, looking from a dis- tance, one can hardly see the stone foundations. However, much prettier than these are the hedges of Dorset, in the South. Dorset is a contrast to bleak, rough Devon and Cornwall, and has never quite awakened, but likes to dream on the sunniest side of England between hedges of wild roses. Here is a very old and famous recipe: Take a moss grown bank, many wild Howe-rs, half a dozen rabbits, a red squirrel, several nut-bushes, and a blackberry bramble. Arrange in order and top with a multitude of wild dog-roses. The Result?-A Dorset Hedge. -Suzanne Butler

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there with her mother, the Duchess of York, and seemed to be having a lovely time, despite the fact that she was kept busy trying to keep her hat on. It happened to be a windy day instead of the usual rainy days which the English people never seem to mind in the least. The Prince of Wales was there too, and chatted with the guests as he made his way among them. The King and Queen and the Royal party were served tea under a separate marquee, and the gold service, which we have all heard so much about, was used. The other guests wandered up to the various marquees when they chose for tea. If you are curious to know what was served . . . well, there were raspberries with cream and all sorts of little cakes and everything else that goes to make a tea party. Many beautiful dresses were worn by the ladies. -Katharine Kingsmill DEI Pevensey Castle Pevensey Castle, a ruined Nor- man fortress in Sussex, England, was until recently a mass of crum- bling walls, piles of earth and debris, covered with ivy or brambles. The Office of Work has cleared away the brambles and ivy, and is strengthening the re- maining walls, cementing them stone by stone. Two Norman THE REVIEW dungeons, in perfect preservation, one a bottle shaped vault with only a hole in the top, have been uncov- ered, as well as the lower rooms of several towers. The outer walls, twelve feet thick, are of late Roman archi- tecture, and enclose an area of almost ten acres. They still re- main standing, in part, to a height of twenty-seven feet. The castle itself was originally built by Robert, half-brother of William the Conqueror, and was erected within the Roman wall. The site of the castle was the land- ing place of the Conqueror, and it is believed by some to be the spot at which Caesar landed. It boasts of an enormous keep, originally possibly eighty feet high, and four round towers. Of these only the shell and the ground fioors remain, with stone steps leading down to them. The rooms had fireplaces and were lighted by narrow slits. Pevensey Castle remains as a link with the past, a reminder of the once mighty Roman Empire. -R. Clemance DEI The Walls of Canterbury Among the half-dozen or more English towns which still possess remnants of their old mural de- fences, Canterbury holds an emin- ent position. Within its walls, in 39 spite of rai'ways and motors and the devastating effect of twentieth century advertising, there still hovers, in a hundred nooks and by- ways, the atmosphere of Eliza- bethan and pre-Reformation Eng- land. The wall itself is by no means complete-in fact, on the west side it has completely disappeared. From the East Station to the site of the old Riding Gate, there ex- tends a very well preserved section of this wall, with semicircular towers jutting up at frequent inter- vals. There were originally about seven or eight gates, but of this number one only-the West Gate -has been saved. Until well nto the last century, all of these gates were left standing, but one by one these ornaments were destroyed by the city until only one was left. And indeed, in 1850, even this was nearly wantonly sacrificed to facil- itate the entry of a visiting circus caravan. Such an incident as this cannot fail but throw into startling clearness the lack of appreciation possessed by the controllers of the city for its historic landmarks. -Kingsley Vogan EIU A Famous Clock VVells Cathedral has one of the most fascinating clocks in Eng- land. This clock, which was in- Pevenaey Castle and the Walla of Canterbury

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An Italian Market On entering an Italian market, you would think you were in some fair grounds. The voices of various sellers form a conglomeration of unmusical sounds. Here, a huge woman stands behind her display of oysters and lobsters which per- fume the market for some distance. Her projecting chest is covered with numberless strings of beads ranged in graduated sizes. Her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, she stirs the lobsters constantly as she calls out in a most raucous voice. In order to persuade the half- inclined buyer, she cracks the shells open by hitting two oyster shells together and invites the customer to taste them. On the latter's refusal, she promptly swallows them one after the other and drinks the juice with a backward swing of the head. Then, the proof of the delightful taste is expressed on her fleshy, red cheeks as she smacks her lips in contentment, and asserts that they are simply delicious! Often you may see a young woman carrying a large basket of eggs on her head. The Italians are in walking along with a jug nicely balanced and experts pot Or without other aid than at times a small pad. Colour, variety of colour is very noticeable in a market. The peasants, who come from the rural districts to sell their vegetable products,wear the bright- est shades of red, orange, green and blue. -- i The meat market- is very attrac- tive. Several rows of sausages hang in various sizes and shapes. The Italians also weave flask- shaped baskets around their wine bottles and hang them from the handle, in front of shops. It is really very interesting to see the great abundance of fresh, delightful fruits and vegetables and to hear the jovial shouts of the crowd, mingled with the quacking 5- '1 TI-IEREVIEW H f Italy ' Editor-Alice Der Stepanian of the ducks, the bleating of the sheep, and the braying of the weary donkeys.-Alice Der Stepanian. DEI Lago Maggiore Lago Maggiore is largest of all lakes of Italy, being forty-five miles miles by five miles. It might also be considered the most beautiful, having a host of bays all along the shore, and the three famous Bor- romean Islands rising out of its blue waters. These islands are rather fairyish, lying there cov- ered with flowers and trees and gardens. The most beautiful, though, is Isola Bella. The house was built in the time of the Italian renaissance and is ornately lovely, but it is the gardens for which the island is famous. The lawns de- scend in terraces, which almost seem to glide into the water. There are quantities of mimosa and rhododendrong at one time of year the air is heavy with the scent of magnolia, almost all summer long the roses bloom everywhere, weight- ing the island down with a wealth of glorious colour, while fountains sighing in the distance relieve the almost too heavily scented air. There are many peacocks, one of a pure white colour, strutting proudly about on the lawns, mon- archs of everything. Fishing on Maggiore is the laziest, pleasantest and most com- fortable thing to do. You can lie back in a boat that somebody else rows for you and draw a thin col- oured line behind you until even- tually something pulls on it, then you pull the something in and it 41 turns out to be a nice sized fish, delighted to be caught. There is much more to see, and to do, and to T but one could go on forever, for there is no end to the loveliness of this thin strip of sapphire blue water between snow- tipped mountains.-Szzzamze Butler DEI The Ruins of Pompeii The hectic descriptions of Lytton must not delude us into a belief that Pompeii was an exceptionally spacious, luxurious and perversely wicked city. George Sampson, M.A., described it as a normal, prosperous Campanian town, built upon a prehistoric fiow of lava, no worse-probably even better-than many a modern commercial city of the same magnitude. Its excep- tional fate invites us to classify Pompeii as an outstanding cityg but it is the ruined and not the living Pompeii that should most amaze us. Pompeii was drowned in dust from the first eruption of the now- famous Vesuvius. It was forgotten until the six- teenth century when an engineer cutting a water channel broke into the ruins. The work of excavation was not systematically resumed until the time of Napoleon. Under Mussolini energetic and scientific excavations and restorations are being made. The city walls and towers are being rebuilt, the houses re-roofed, so that we may now pic- ture life in an ancient Roman town. The streets were found to be paved with grey lava slabs, heavily scored by the wheels of vehicles. Beautiful fountains could be recog- nized at intervals by the roadside. Archaeologists have uncovered many beautiful types of homes with walls heavily decorated with historic scenery. Treasures of Pom- peii crowd the Naples Museum. .- V' ---- Qi x':- 1ef: f . ' ' . I - - r ' ' I . -QQ--1-f . . N. .' - . 4 4Q.Ifsa '- A ENN-- 33 -if' f.. l' ' Half Buried Theatre, Pompeii Market Place and Mount Vesuvius Theatre Interior, Pompeii