Montreal High School - Magazine Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE HIC-H SCHOOL MAG-VAZINE SENIOR INTERSCHOOL POLO CHAMPIONS Back Row:-I. Kurnblutlm, Aslin, li. Cushing CPres. ll.S.S.C.J, Miller, Doig. Front Rowg-H, Street, P. MucDe-rmott CC:u1t.5, C. Gillis. JUNIOR BASKETBALL TEAM Back RoWgiA. VValsh QSec'y H.S.A.A.J, J. Cooper, D. Bowden, B. Stryver, Mr. Macllougall Front Row g-K. VVake6eld, H, Ulrich CCap't,j, R. Decorato

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THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE SENIOR SKI TEAM G. Golden, Caron, P. Brazcr, H. Steiuu QSQ:-'yJ, Mr. C. DyasC1'res.D, W. l'rmsun, Rllilflaly,.-X,Wnlsl1qF4 JUNIOR SKI TEAM H, SU-i11e4Ser:'y'J,.I. f.1lilIIl', NI, Smart, Mr. C. 1JyasfPn-s.D, P. Butt, VV, DCllII12l!l,.X, Wulfh Wen-'y ll N X -X p

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THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE 97 CContinued from page 445 etta trees grow in this town and their colour was the first thing I noticed. For the umpteenth time I examined a statue of Cecil Rhodes. There must be a couple of hundred erected for him all the way from the Cape to the Congo. I bid good-bye to Spalding at Bulawayo, as he was going east to Shamva, where the asbestos mines are located. The train for Broken Hill left about noon, and I was soon on my way north again. Due to the boat being a day late at Capetown, we had missed connections with the through mail train, and consequently, instead of going right through to Broken Hill, I had to lay over at Livingstone. I considered this good fortune as it gave me an opportunity to see the Victoria Falls. The morning after leaving Bulawayo before reaching the station the train crosses the famous bridge you have seen pictures of, inscribed the highest bridge in the world . It crosses the Zambesi about two hundred yards from the great falls. It was the wish of Cecil Rhodes that the bridge should be built near enough to be dashed by the spray of the great cataract! His wish has been realized: as the train slowly crawls across the bridge, the passengers who crowd the vestibules receive a shower bath. Rainbows perpetually hang over the falls and I was told that at night wonderful lunar bows are seen. I had madeuthe acquaintance of one of the Barelay's Bank accountants on the train, and together we took the trip from Livingstone to the falls. We did all the stunts, visiting the Rain Forest, the Whirlpool, Bangorpoint, Knife Bridge, Livingstone Island, etc., posed in front of the tree on which the great missionary explorer is supposed to have carved his initials, and wound up with dinner at the swagger Victoria Falls Hotel, where they trim the American tourists. This dinner was at the invitation of a man named McLean, who is the head of the Johannesburg Public Works Council. 'Everybody makes friends with you here, just like in the western U.S.A. After a wonderful day we returned to Living- stone, and at seven in the evening left on the train for Broken. Hill. There was no diner on this train, and the next day we had to hop off at lunch places for our meals. We arrived at Broken Hill at 9 p.m., and I immediately rushed I Photo by A. Kerr THE NEW SOUTH SHORE BRIDGE off to the hotel for a good supper. The next morning I called ati the Anglo-American ofiiees and met the various oiiicials and was assigned my territory. The chief, Dr. Bancroft, invited me to dinner that night. CExtraet from letter dated November 11th, 1928j Adventure With A Lion We had hardly got the meshili completed when along the Boma path came Fallows' boys, carry- ing him on his bed. They had rigged a sheet over him like a tent to keep the sun off, and you should have seen the look of relief on his face when Ross and I poked our heads in. He thought he was faced with the trip accompanied by natives only, and that they would get tired carrying him and leave him. We hustled him into a hut and prepared to dress his wounds before pushing on. I pulled off his sheets and saw a sight that I have dreamt about a couple of times since. It surely took iron nerves not to appear surprised as he was in a pretty shaky condition. He smoked cigarettesincessantly, lighting one on the butt of another, as he was suffering terribly. In spite of our protests he insisted upon telling us how it all happened as we soaked his legs loose with hot water. He had gone out traversing and had just about reached a camp on the Kenwi River that Ross and I left about a month previously, when he stumbled on the freshly killed earease of a zebra. His boys told him that a lion had brought it down and had been frightened away by their approach. Looking about, one of his boys spotted the lion on the edge of a dambo two hundred yards off. It was an immense brute and stood facing them. Fallows is a poor shot but never- theless opened fire and on the fourth attempt wounded the lion, which dashed into the long grass out of sight. Fallows then made the greatest mistake that can be made in the