Peterborough Collegiate and Vocational School - Echoes Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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THE ECHQTZS To my mind the boys' Intermediate section provided the highlights of a thrill- packed afternoon. Every event was keenly contested, and XV. Wright at the close of the afternoon was declared Intermediate Champion, having amassed a total of 30 points. In doing this he showed suflicient stamina and versatility to carry off top honours in the 100 yards, Q20 yards, javclin, discus and shot put.. Another promising performer was revealed to the eyes of the spectators in the person of Peggy Lawless, who won the cup awarded to the Junior Girl Champion. Douglas Cruthers, who won the Senior quarter mile after a great deal of stilt opposition, was so hard pressed that he set a new record for this distance. The other groups while not breaking any records provided many crowd-pleasing struggles before the ultimate winners were decided. This statement applies more to the girls than to the boys as the fair ones' practically fought tooth and nail before they would concede any event to their opponents. I have, during my short span of life, witnessed thc British Empire Games and many of the finest indoor track performances on this continent. Therefore, I feel that I am jusliiied in offerfing criticism which I know will help to improve the calibre of our track and field athletes. Namely this. more than t.wo months t1'aining must be undertaken before 'teen-aged boys and girls can be expected to enter meets and give performances of which they are capable. Then, with this- in mind, I advocate the organizing of a track team in this collegiate in order that the bearers of the Hgarnet and greyv may regain a little of the prowess, which their predecessors at- tained in this province in the past. William Ford, 53' Academic. Ql-... Tforse Sense ANY essays have been written to prove that a certain animal is more intelligent than all others. Some writers have been impressed by the play- fulness of kittens and have passed on their impressions to others. Some have been moved to literary effort by a. dog or dogs which have displayed ability or sagacity unusual in dumb animals. VVe also have a wealth of stories about horses, some en- tirely fictitious, and some founded on a.ctual facts. I have a team, ltlolly and Dot, which I drove five years, now on my father's farm. We purchased these horses from one man and they had always been driven together. They had a friendship between them very similar to humans. They wanted to be pals. They worked together and they wanted to eat, drink and play together. Either one of them was very jealous if the other were given special privileges. A horsets stomach is very closely related to a man's. Both are very difficult to fill. When considering eating, horses have interesting habits along this line. Wihen cattle are hungry they begin to bawlg when a pig is hungry it will squealg but when a horse is hungry it saves its breath until it hears someone approaching. VVhen I would open the stable door in the morning I would be greeted by a friendly Good morning. I'm hungryu from Dot and Molly. But if I waited outside they would not make a sound until I did. Dot was the more insistent speaker in the duet and would not be silent until she received her portion of oats or sugar-beets. In the apple season I was accustomed to carry my pockets full of apples when I went to work in the fields, and eat them as a sustaining lunch between meals. VVheu

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THE ECHQE5 I would stop the team to sit down on the plough or other implement to eat, Dot and Molly would look around at me and whinny. then try to turn about in their harness to get their noses closer to the apples. You should have seen the dejected look on their faces. if this brought no response. But if I had more apples I would feed them out of my hand and they would grin from ear to ear : for if there is only one thing horses like. it is apples. Ill summer our stock had to come to the barn for water and we pumped it by hand. If the trough were dry. we had only to look for Dot to find it out. If she found herself thirsty and no water in the trough she would station herself at the fence to watch for one of us. If we put in an appearance she would ncigb, then run to the trough and back again. When I responded she was not forgetful to thank me, even before the water began to pour. Dot was thc more intelligent of the team and also the better natured. Un- fortunately however. like some good-natured humans. she was rather lazy and had a. streak of mischief in her. These two latter qualities she exhibited in turn one winter morning when I was returning from our local village four miles away. I was driving Dot in the cutter and as the road was slightly drifted. we did not proceed very quickly. The wind was in thc north-east and quite cold. Dot was showing no desire to trol. even when I urged her. and being cold I decided to walk behind. All went well until the time for my hourly sneeze. Its arrival startled Dot and finding herself free she was unable to resist the temptation to run. lNIy cries of Whoaf' were unavailing. Dot went home without me. She upset the cutter at the front gate, getting rid of robes and cushions. then jogged right on to the stable door. I met ber coming back to look for me about a half mile from home and she seemed to be Nhetted up as much from hcr exertions as I was from running with a long overcoat on. Ivhen I go home my horses are more joy to me than any other animal and I like to make them Glad to see mc. 1371 - 7 a 1 Pczttcrsorz., Form YB. ..li+,1l. Smoke SHIALL. pale-faced boy sat in a wheel-chair beside a window. His delicate fine face rested in the cup of his hand. He looked happy and contented. His mouth curved in a pleasant line. and his eyes held a wistful. fanciful expression hard to define, yet showing that he was watching something and yet not watching it. His mind was off, rambling in an imaginative world of its own. Vthat. then, was he watching? IYhat thing of beauty. what object of interest could enrapture the little patient? Outside was a bleak prospect. The dirty yard. the broken pickets in the fence. these could hold no interest. A bare gnarled row of trees along the lane looked drcar and melancholy even in the late afternoon sun- light. No living creature could be seen. not even a scrawny alley cat. The skyline was filled with the hulking outlines in various perspectives of dull rectangular factories. A tall black smokcstack pointed an accusing finger at the sky and belched sooty invectives against all nature. And yet there was something entrancing about that smokestack. On the moment one glanced at it, it changed its aspect. Soft billowy clouds floated forth and the rosy sun cast flickering shadows in changing aspect over the rising smoke. They -94-