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

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THE MUSE The college chosen, comes the diliiculty of the course. Most people either abandon thought and say brightly: I used to add awfully well -I think I'll go into Maths, twhereupon their names are among the missing in Julie lists! or in the awful chaos of the calendar they feverishly grasp the first likely thing at hand twhereupon anything may happenl. There is no infallible method of procedure, but it is advisable to consult first several of the faculty about the curriculum. and then graduates and students about the faculty. Only the professor lcnows his course, and only the student knows his professor! A few practical details. and then the sophisticated Malvernite may happily cross U. of T. portals. Don't imagine this institution to be either Rah-Rah American or academic English: it is a cross be- tween the two. and in it the twain have met. Don't eat at the cafe- teria if you like good food and prefer to end your meals in a mood of joy and peace. And don't, however strong the temptation, cross the campus on a muddy morning! These things are major errors. On the other hand-avoid mass meetings like the plague, unless you are already addicted to activity for its own sake. Break minor regulations with sangfroid. And if you would be happy though free. remember that the University academic year lasts only seven months. and has a way of ending abruptly while you are unprepared! FAREWELI. T0 ARMS Teddy Recre RULE has been passed to the effect that the football teams of the Toronto collegiates are not to be handled by outside coaches. This is probably only a minor detail to almost every- one else. but it is a very sad blow to one Edward H. Reeve. After eight years with the Malvern boys I had somehow come to think that I was not an outside coach at all. Mingling through those stirring seasons with husky, headlong youngsters answering to strange names like Yip and Ham and Albie and Quarts and Nurts: watching them pound through practice after practice till they reached precision: getting the jitters with them in the dressing room before the big gamesg mourning or cheering with them after the tide of vic- tory went with us or turned into backwash, has been a proud privilege that has brightened up every year for me since I first strolled up to the old gravel school yard in 1924. The great spirit that exists between the boys and the masters of Malvern and the interest and enthusiasm shown towards the foot- ball fortunes by the parents of the pupils has all combined to make this outside coach feel. or at least hope, that he was part of the institution. Well, all good things must end but this good thing did not end until I enjoyed eight wonderful autumns for which I am truly grateful. And from those days there are many matters that I will always remember. I23l

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THE MUSE For instance, each year there were far more boys out for the teams than could be carried. Some two-thirds of these eager-eyed battlers would have to be disappointed owing to their lack of size or speed or lack of judgment on the part of the coach land that often happenedi. But each year we noticed that these lads. who had failed to win themselves a place along the line of battle, were still the staunchest supporters of the Malvern teams and the stoutest rooters for the boys who had been fortunate enough to land the uniforms which they had tried so hard to win. On every team there would be a few fellows who only worked into the games for tive minutes here. a few moments there or perhaps a short quarter the following week when one of the regulars was being repaired. Yet these substitutes would be the first out to practice and the last to the shower baths. They were all for the team and often, it turned out. they developed into our finest players. Most positions. especially on the line. had two players to fill them about equally well and it always seemed to me that the snap-back or the inside wing who was on the bench was always the first to stand up and give a hearty Yea when the team mate in his position made a nice tackle or a good plunge. Those sort of things. which were perhaps noticeable to no one else. always made me think that there was more to football than the scoring of points. Associating with such boys would be an inspiration for any man. Their coach is free to admit that he has been helped more than once by the thought The Malvern kids wouldn't think much of me if I did that. Maybe, once or twice. it has worked both ways. I hope so. BY AEROPLANE ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHANNEL C. W. HOI'ffIll HE Imperial Airways operates a regular system of fiights and and publishes a time-table somewhat resembling those of the railways. The traveller must appear at its London ofiice. adjacent to Victoria Station. where he as well as his baggage is weighed. He is conveyed to Croydon aerodrome by bus and there is quickly ushered into the cabin of the waiting aeroplane. The first to enter drop into the nearest seats and I. the last to enter, was obliged to walk up the narrow aisle to the front where I secured a seat on the left, which unexpectedly proved to be the choicest in the cabin. The rumbling of the propellers rose rapidly to a roar: a short run and we left the ground entering at once on that curious sensation of being borne up on elastic supports as we soared onward. The lovely Surrey fields stretched out below. irregular in shape separated by dark green hedges. winding lanes and highways. Soon the vari- colourefl patchwork of Kentish fields succeeded and rapidly passed beneath us. Presently I discovered that it was possible to write with ease and comfort, and this is the letter I wrote home:- l24l