London South Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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5- . ' ,usa-24-w.4a......' A . -4--g.,-:ff RLT Editors: Jack White WESTERN! Western! Just what does it convey to you who are still at South? I wish that I were as eloquent as Cicero, so that I could make you understand that your years while at South Follegiate will be the most cherished ones you will ever have. I shall endeavour to express my thoughts and feel- ings as I look back over the short and tleeting years ot' school life, and try to discern through the misty shadows ot' the future, the pathway which each, in his own way, follows. As we pass from our youth to more mature years, one light seems to shine before us. burning brighter than all others. appealing to our im- agination and promising, if we strive hard enough, to be our one goal in life, that we alone can reach. All dangers and dilticulties, which at first seem insurmountable, can be over- come, if we never let the light. which will forever be our guide, fade from sight. We must continually press for- ward and upwards to our goal, until it is attained, for there is no royal road to learning. of fun and a good way to get acquainted with everyone, al- l l il i I l I ll 1 , l Initiation! It was a lot I ll W 1 1 ll Page Thirty-six Joe n Breakspear though at times the Sophs made us feel as though we should be back in kinder- garten, learning our A I3 C's, and wearing short skirts- and pants. Some of our distin- guished students from South were seen paddling around the fountain in the pool at Vic- toria I'ark in their bare feet- pants and also skirts at half- mast, giving them the smart appearance-from a distance -of Clarke Gable and Mae West. Others harmonized 'tSweet Adeline on the bal- cony at Smallman's. played Farmer in the Dell on Dun- das. milked cows in some obscure part of the country and thumbed their way back to the Forest City on a load of hay. It was all done in good sport to make us realize that we were ot' the lowly rank of a Frosh. IYe still engage in those well - remembered arguments with Beck and Central and are extremely proud of you, South, and what you have done for us and mean tous. Just keep up the grand work and we will al- ways be behind you- l l mentally. l -Kae Veitch, I Arts '39. THE ORACLE

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PILGRIIVIS QI: TI-IE WILD ' ILGRIMS of the Wild is the story of the pilgrimage of two lovers. It is told in the simple, vivid style of a world-famous Indian half-breed known as Grey Owl. He himself is the first characterg his Wife, Anahareo, daugh- ter of an old line of Iroquois chiefs, is the other. Their home is in the Canadian wild, where they are brought so closely in contact with the beaver that the almost human qualities of these animals win for them the respect and love of these two people. They endeavour to realize their vision of protecting and preserving the life of these little people of the wild. The struggle to provide these sanctuaries has been a long and hard one and is still not completed. Only by Grey Owl's great love of animal life, his strength of character and his perseverance, has he been appointed Protector of Wild Life. In this position he has been able to ensure some safety for the beavers, which are the friends of the rapidly vanishing red man. Grey Owl's intense love of living things, his noble character, his dauntless courage and determination and the spirit of the Indian race are so strongly felt that the story is a living one. Pilgrims of the Wild cannot help but add many new friends to Grey Owl's long list as well as bringing closer to him the older ones. -D. McColl, IV B. TI-IE I-ICUSE of the FOUR WINDS JOHN BUCI-IAN HF you have liked any of Buchan's previous books, you should not fail to read this one. The House of the Four Winds completes the series dealing with the adventures of Dickson McCunn and his friends, which was begun in Huntingtower and carried on in Castle Gay. The same characters remain in this book as in the other two, with the introduction of some new ones. The hero of this story, Jaikie Galt, goes on a walking tour in Europe. He comes into an imaginary country called Evallonia. where plans are being made for a revolution. From this point the story moves at a rapid rate. The monarchist party tries to obtain Jaikie's sup- port, and another party, called Juventus, attempts to do the same. He refuses to help either one and hereupon the leader of the Juventus retains him by force. The chief, who was educated at Cambridge with Jaikie, is per- suaded by the latter that it would be best to unite the two parties. Many difficulties arise and Jaikie goes through numerous perils with- out any visible progress being made. At last, by a brilliant and daring idea on the part of Mr. McCunn, the head of the monarchists is put on the throne. This book is written in the same interest- ing and fast-moving style that made the Adventures of Richard Tannay so well liked. I think that this book is well worth reading and that it should prove interesting to anyone. -Christian Jenson, IV C. f FRIENDS Men count their money to measure their Wealth, And add up their treasures of goldg But each day they labour they build up a treasure That cannot be counted nor sold. Friends are the greatest gifts on earthg A friend who is loyal and true, A treasure whose value is far beyond count, Is sure to be here when you're blue. SOUTH C. I. You may have Wealth in measure untold And a palace that's fit for a king, But you couldn't live long in a Wide World like this Without a friend's doorbell to ring. -Pat Davies, I B. Page Thirty-tive

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FHM Year IVE years ago we were on the top of the world! No greater success could be oursg our dreams had come true! At last we had arrived at the goal toward which we had been striving for years and years-we were now about to enter First Year at South. Can you imagine anything mo1'e thrilling than that! How proudly we accompanied our parents to interview Mr. Graham. He talked mysteriously of Latin, Algebra and Botany. unknown subjects we were about to study. We had heard our big sisters and brothers talking of rugby and basketball games. They we1'e cer- tainly proud of the fact that they went to South. Now we were as good as they were, for we had reached the age of discretion and could enjoy all the privileges and delights of high school life. For the first few days, it is true, we felt a little awed by the huge buildings, the learned looking teachers and the great number of strange faces we saw around us. This feeling soon wore off, however, as we became familiar with our classmates and our teachers. There was. of course, the great ordeal of initiation yet to be experienced, but even the thought of that could not scare us. In fact I think most of us rather looked forward to it, for, after all, wear- ing a bow in your hair and putting your middy on backwards is not so very terrible. As the year went by we found our high expectations more than satisfied tespecially in the way of homeworkb. In some Way or another we acquired the idea that our year was by far the most important class in the school-at least I'm sure we did. for every first year since has had that idea and we were no better. The pros- pects of second year did not invite us particu- larly and we would have remained in first year tif all our classmates had stayed with us, of courseb. This year we are once more setting out for a different institution with a few of the same feelings, perhaps, but a little sobered by five years of high school. There was no principal here to discuss our courses with us beforehand, unless we asked for him especially. No mysterious hints of un- known subjects were heard until a few days after applications were put ing then we received permits to register with a list of the subjects to be taken. There, for the first time we saw such names as psychology, economics, and I, at SOUTH C. I. least, began to wonder whether my feeble brain could take in such subjects. After this came the ordeal of registration. No timetable was neatly Iilled out and handed to us: oh no. the only timetable we did receive was a list of sub- jects and the time at which they were to be taught, from which we proceeded to make out our own schedules. After a strenuous morning spent at this occupation came the most heart- breaking tor rather pocketbook-breakingj part of all-the payment of fees. Now that we have really started it is not so bad. The subjects are quite diflicult but will probably become easier. We do. of course. see professors in their long black gowns, but we get used to even that. How we will feel about University four years from now may be an entirely different question. but just now we think it's lots of fun and lots of work. -J. B. Youre Lucky! 'M going to quit school and get a job. This time-worn phrase is taken up year after year by many a dejected soul who, if he carries out his threat, invariably pays for it in the not too distant future. Why should he be dejected? Who wouldn't be with examination results hitting a new low? But remember, you get other chances in school and. with perseverance. can win out in the end. In the business world second chances are few and far between. If the reader's mind has been harbouring such thoughts he should banish them forever. Should he leave school. all too late he will wonder why he didn't spend that year or two on education, especially when time means as little as it does when one is young. Jobs are scarce-good jobs are scarcer, but it is not impossible to get one-even a good one -if you have the ability. ambition and the education that is demanded. Of course we need experience: but who are the people who advance into the better positions ? They are the people who have behind them experience plus a good education. Take the advice of one who of necessity had to leave school to seek employment. Go on as far as it is possible. Remember education counts now and will count more and more in the days to come. Go on and win! -Neil Patten. Page Thirty-seven