Malvern Collegiate Institute - Muse Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE ,IIFSE Plat-ing his pri-t-ious burdcn on thc- table and choking down his I-motion. fi-it-ml I-'agan shook ol? this nn-lam-holy strain and whirling ac-ross tht- room to approvt-d cln-or It-adm-r tt-mpo hootod: Rippc1'ta-I-, rappartcv, rippcrtot- rt-I-, t'onst-rvatrt-I-, il0IISl'I'YiITl'00, ' No tinn- to lost-, a loud L-nthust-, For good old Nutsy Fagan. What a gladsomt- whoop that was, sight-d Nutsy, hai-k in the days wht-n tht- rt-d tlannt-l swt-att-rs of tht- old Const-rvatory of Music swt-pt down 1-vt-ry gridiron in thc land. Thu Crimson C1'0SC'L'lILl0l'S tht- sport writc-rs rallt-tl us, and marc-In-s wort- our fayoritt- numbers. What a galaxy of spot-d. strt-ngth and gristh- we wt-rt-. To bi- one of tht- Big Flannt-ls, to go strolling at-ross tln- campus arm in arm with Mcttoogan and tht- rt-st, to hit- to tln- frat houst- of an cyl-ntidt-, wln-rc wo would gathcr to agitati- tlu- upright and slolmln-r a fi-w Imlut-s, and you know I I-an still hh-at a nu-an har ot' harmony. And littlt- bllu--cya-d Minnic. What a girl! What a girl! A pt-1'l't-vt, hlondt- light'ln-avyws-iglit. Gad, thu happy Sunday nights at hor homo as I rt-t-ountt-d thi- doings ot' tht- hig gamt- tht- day bt-fort-. I laugh ovt-n yt-t as 1 think of tht- murry I-yt-iiing wht-n I di-monstratt-d to hor grandpa how I had stoppt-d that play on tht- out--yard lint- with a tlying tackli- and t'rar-turn-d tht- old ft-llow's knc-I-, whiffh vaust-d him to rt-mark drolly as tht-y vary-it-d him to bod, That was a great play son, but I am surn- glad you did not kick any tit-ld goals. Happy days for mc and for my big pal, I-olnradt-, Iiuddy and c-hum, Higlilioy Hamnn-rthwaitc, who playt-d tht- otln-r I-nd position on tho Big Rt-d tt-am. NVhat an athh-tc ln- was. a tackling dt-mon and tht- In-st wrt-sth-r in t,-olli-gt-. His motht-r was Iiutt-h and his father a full-hloodt-d saxophoni- playt,-r and lu- inln-ritcd from this sturdy stock a Oomhatiyt- spirit and a will to work and win sum-h as I haw- ss-ldom st-on. llt- would praf-tif-v wrt-stling holds hy tht- hour and ot'tt-n I haw- conn- in to tind him at solitary drill with a punishing arm look on himsa-lt' and so doggt-d was his naturt- wht-n ho wt-nt that way I could only gm-t him lot go by slapping him twiot- quit-kly on tht- hack as a sign ot' yir-tory. r w - - - logt-tln-r wt- had tht- lamp lighting In-at tor tht- c-ollt-gr town and arnn-d with short laddt-rs and our imph-nu-nts wt- hurrit-d about I-ar-h twilight from post to post until thc main strm-I-t and tht- sulmurlm was aglow. My quivk pt-rf-I-ption soon found a way that wa- vould linish this task IIIIIt'll fast:-V, Wt- took an I-xtra gym 1-lass 1-at-h wt-ok, dispt-nst-d with our laddi-rs and iran-tit-4-tl at my plan until, on tht- dt-ad run, I I-ould swing in In-sidu llighltoy and with ont- motion land sura-ly lmalani-I-d on his shouldc-rs just in tiint- to turn tht- light on. A quit-k It-ap to thc- ground, anotht-r sprint, anotln-r st-urry up his hroad t'rann- and anotht-r light was lit. Afton- tln't-t- ww-ks ol' that lalaor saying systc-m wa- could do it 4-vm-ry timt- to pt-I-tt-f-1 lon, - Hof

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THE M USE the Jlaids of Jlttlt-trn might mt-rge into tht- largt-r association, it was found to have muc-h too tlt-t-ply-rooted and vigorous a life of its own for that. Miss Barr is a gratluatt- of tht- l'nivt-rsity of Toronto. Before eoming to Toronto she hatl taught in St, .lohn's, Xt-wfountllantl, It' hreyity wt-re here made the soul of wit, pt-rhaps an appraisal ot' her work might he summed up in the statemt-nt that sht- is ot' St-ottish dt-st-ent and exemplifies the sterling qualities of ht-r rat-e. As a tt-at-her sht- set a high stantlartlfantl lived up to it herself. She int-ult-atetl habits ot' diligent-t-, pt-rst-vt-rant-t- and promptnt-ss, tht- value of which no t-hanging theorit-s of etlut-atitni t-an deny. Slat-kt-rs found st-ant mt-rt-y at ht-r hands. hut if st-yt-rt- in aught The loye sht- hort- to lt-arning was at fault, Un tht- other hand. no pupils who wisht-tl to t-xt-t-l f-oultl t-yer complain ot' lack of sound tt-at-hing antl grountling from Miss Barr. It' wt- tlitl no other home-work, we did our l'll'l'llf'll.N ex-pupils who have learned to he grateful may ht- heartl to say. Tht- reality and extent ot' ht-r kindly interest in her pupils and in their welfare, her reserve of manner may not always have fully rt-yt-alt-tl, but that intt-rt-st has t'ollowt-tl numht-rs of tht-m out into tht- world, wht-re tht- tt-at-her has bet-tnnt- the friend. Those who wt-rt- p1'iYilt-gt-tl to know ht-r as a t-olleague. highly estt-t-metl her. Ht-r shrewd ohst-ryation, pithy humour, saying grave of tfommtni sense, real kindness ot' heart, antl t-onsidt-ratt- t-ortn-eration made work with her a plt-asure, antl won for her tht- sint-t-re respet-t and lasting aftt-t-tion Ot' her fellow-teat-ht-rs. Mueh of this attempt at appt-t-t-iation is phrased in tht- past tt-nse. for Miss Barr's at-tive eonnet-tion with Malyt-rn has ht-t-n formally st-vt-red. But her interest in the st-hool. we know, is still livt-ly: antl we hopt- she will continue to kt-ep an eyt- on us and on our doings, Tht- wish for Miss Barr ot' former pupils and t-olleagues alike is this: that sht- may he granted length of days in which to enjoy those fruits of a sur-t-esst'ul life, which are most surely ht-rs, honour. love, oht-tlit-nt-e. troops of t'rit-ntls. N utsy Fagan Tito RERVR HE tang of tht- autumn. said Xutsy Fagan as ht- put a eouplt- more in the sink to t-ool, is in the air ztntl tht- prolate spheriotil spirals there. and I long for the yt-lp of the tguarterhat-k that st-nt me smashing through the pack, and tht- roar of tht- t-rowd like distant surf as the bodies thutl on the poundt-tl turf, and I t-rave tht- t-runeh ot' the well placed elt-at upon some spine as the two lines mt-et, and that spinning glimpse of the ground. the sky, and the stands as they all go whirling hy, as they bring you down and you hear the scream. 'there 's eight more yards for the Big Red teamf My second ehildhootl takes me worst- as I think of the way our eoaeh eoultl eurst- as he worked us up to the proper frame where we t-ould go and play the game, eat-h stiteh and frat-ture aches in me as I tl1'eam of the days on tht- Yarsitt-e. -gg-

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THE ,llL'SE p Then the usually sober Highboy had his great brain wave. Why couldn 't we do that in a game. he argued, and taking Dapper .Iaek Dalton, who threw the forward passes, into our eontidenee, we worked out our breath-taking play in seeret sessions on the gridiron. I forgot whether it was against Yale. Mt-Hill or the l,aSalle Institute that we first made history with the l.amplighte1 s l,ift. It was in the third period. -Iaek called the forward pass signal. Ilighboy sped down the left and eut in. I did the same from the right and hitting a elear spot I leapt to his shoulders just as Jaek, seeing me appear so startingly high above the eluttered aetion hurled me the ball. Vatehing it I leapt over the full- baek's head and ran thirty yards for a touehdown. We worked that six or fifteen times more that day and we were the eollege heroes before the shadows lengthened from the goal posts. That was the start and team after team fell before the l,amplighter's Lift. Sometimes the opposition knoeked off my mate just at the psy- chological moment and left me treading air as the ball whipped over my head but they eould not stop us and undefeated we sailed into the big game with our hated rivals at Minnetonka. They had t11e greatest team of their history and never will I forget the day of that titanie contest. Une of the most thrilling moments of my career eame with expectant hush in the dressing room. from where we eould hear the smothered roar and boom of the vast erowd, and the Old Man rose to his feet and solemnly said. You are fighting today for the old Conservatory and all it means. The honor of the eollege rests with you men. You must uphold her ideals, and remember a win today and you all get a real break when they pass out the gravy on the iinal split of the gates. The jog down the eorridor and out on to the sun-splashed field as the packed stadium rose to greet us. the blaring bands. waving pennants, dashing eo-eds in automobile veils of our colors and every Minnetonka supporter, male or female, peering out from behind a sun tiower. their college emblem. XVhat a day. what a throng and what a thrill as our sections rose and yelpedz Kiek 'em high. taekle low. I'lol'tissiluo. fortissimo, Rah. rah. rah. Tra. la. la. Conservatory of Musie. Iloh-h-h-li Y I eau reeall but little of that epie eneounter save that we fought through the first half to a nine-nine tie. Highboy and I working our favorite play for one touehdown despite their elosest vigil. Then they got me. They broke my eollarbone and when I staggered on they broke my arm and I was led away babbling. They marehed slowly but steadily down the field and smashed over for a toueh. Thriee I returned to the game but I was a marked man and got more marked on every entrv, while my injuries delayed my motions when I tried to seamper up to my friends shoulders. -31-