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

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38 THE EcHoEs Freight Tm 1' Out of the night of the lVest Thundering, swift and black, Swift as the west wind's eddying whirls - As the west wind blowing the black smoke curls Up, and around, and back. Out of the night of the IVest - And the Rockies' towering peaks She came in a cloud of dusky smoke, And the brass bell clang'd, and the whistle spoke In long and warning shrieks. Out of the night of the XYest Tea, and spices, and silk, Ivorv, sandalwood, fish in tins, lYhale oil, and bone, and glistening skins 71. Easzfbozuzd Out of the night of the VVest They came, and passed me there: For the freight train comes, like a meteor's flight A whistle, a roar, and a burst of light, And a tang of smoke in the air. Out of the night of the West, They come, like things of a dream, Tho' 'tis not a dream, but iron and steel - A ship of the land, with a steel rail keel f And sails of smoke and steam. Out of the night of the W'est Far into the East thev vo - . 6 XYhile the watcher stands, like a man of stone Till the last cars gone. and the train has Hown Into the void of snow. of the fur-seal's luckless ilk. BARRIE JACK, II A Academic InanAtt1'r sEcoND PRIZE Heaps of rubbish can be found in a garret, Heaps of rubbish can be found in a garret. Even grandfathe-r's favourite stuffed parrot. Marbles. old coins, all kinds of toys, Relics of childhood and its carefree joys. lYagons, balls, and shoulder to shoulder In a lone corner stands each tin soldier: All the toys are covered with dust, The soldiers are old and red with rust. Here in childhood's happy hours, VVe played together building towers Of dreams, we hoped would be fultilled Before our hearts in death are stilled. QUEENIE HKDLDEN, I H. Arts jf X V! f ,. ,ict I X- If 1 ' if - il

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THE Ecnorss 37 The Cabin Fire FIRST PRIZE BEADS of perspiration were on the heads of my Cousin jack and me as we wearily climbed to the barn roof, from the infernal dust and heat that reigned within. We were dead tired from that still heat that had withered the pastures in the past month. For three weeks we had toiled by day at the harvest, and every evening we worked diligently, long hours after we should have been asleep, at that cabin on the lower slopes of that wooded valley, by Crooked Arrow Creek. The harvest was finished and for the next two weeks we would make our abode there. We climbed to the peak of the roof and glanced in the direction of the cabin, when the sight of smoke caused us to scamper from the roof, and to start at top speed for the cabin. Following the old beaten track, we topped a hillg the sun gleamed in our eyes, long shadows darkened the val- ley below: we emerged into denser forest. As we made a steep descent, we crossed a running brook with a bound, a quick turn, and in a small clearing stood the cabin. We had tried to imagine that smoke was something else, but no, the flames leaped from the window, every small crevice revealed one mass of fiameg smoke poured from every opening. I sprang to the door and flung it open, but was met by such a burning wave of heat and fiames that my quivering body was sent back - if I could only get the tool chest. I charged again, but had scarcely entered when a warning call from jack made me spring out in time to hear a deafen- ing roar. Although I clawed at my eyes to remove the stinging smoke and flames, I could see the roof as it crashed in- ward. We retreated farther, as the sparks flew into the air, and burning splints were hurled high. The walls quavered, an ear-splitting crackling was followed by a roar like thunder, the posts snapped off, andthe front wall fell outward. The angry flames leaped from it, the shower of sparks obscured our view as the other walls caved in and left a heap of burning debris. We returned home that night, with sunken hearts, every step jarred my body. The next day a neighbour told us of a man, an old man, unshaven, with cane in hand, who, the previous eve- ning, was headed in the direction of the cabin. For several days we cursed the wandering Vagabond, but when the ashes of the cabin had cooled, our curses were revoked when we discerned the skeleton of a human being. We came to the conclusion that this man of feeble frame met his death indomita- bly fighting the fierce blaze which overwhelmed him. A K. E. TURNBULL, IIF Ind. Arts

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THE EcHoEs 39 Girl Gu z'dlz'1z g FIRST PRIZE, ACAD. FIRST FORMS GUIDING is really just a wonderful game in which all the members are sisters, working and playing to- gether. The Brownies are our little sisters, and the Rangers and Leaders, bigger sisters. This idea comes first from the fourth law - A Guide is a Friend to all and a sister to every other Guide, and secondly from the fact that when we are all dressed alike, working towards the same end, play- ing the same games, and singing the same songs, it makes us feel closer together than we feel ordinarily. Guiding is not all work nor yet all play. They are blended together so tastefully that even the hardest work seems jolly. Some of our work is very hard and takes much time and study. However, when you realize that We can get badges for doing our work well, then you do not wonder that we go at it so zealously. After a Guide gets her Second Class Badge, she may try for some Profi- ciency Badges. There is no excuse for a girl who has progressed this far not earning at least five of these sixty-four badges. For those who excel at Music there are Singer's, Music Lover's, and Minstrel's Badges, for those who like housework, Cook's and Domestic Ser- vice Badgesg for those who sew, Need1ewoman's, Embroideress' and Decorative Needlecraft Badges, and so on. Almost every girl has a hobby, and badges can be easily won by the girl who develops her hobby or her natural talents. Some of the badges that can be won for hobbies are: Pho- tographer, Book Lover, Bird Lover, Friend to Animals, Flower Lover, Astronomer, Airwoman, Cyclist, Writ- er, Knitter, Hiker, Swimmer, Canoe- ist, Athlete, Horsewoman, Gardener, Dancer, Gymnast, Artist, Entertainer, and many more. No one need think that as soon as a girl wins a badge she forgets what she has learned. She is called upon to use her knowledge almost every day, at Guides, at home, at school or in case of an emergency. Girls who qualify for their Lifesaver, Ambu- lance, Sick Nurse and Child Nurse Badges are following their motto to Be Prepared. There are summer camps at which the Guides are taught many useful things about camping, pitching tents, cooking, hiking, building fires, swim- ming and boating. For a Guide who has been taught to observe things around her, there is no such thing as a dull hike. Did you never see a group of happy, care-free Guides or Scouts, with knapsacks over their shoulders and note-books in their pockets, set off on a hike, singing so whole-heartedly that you longed to join them? A There are Guide songs for every occasion-funny and happy songs, rounds, marching, hiking, camping, rally and patriotic songs and Guide hymns. As a Guide Smiles and Sings Under All DiHiculties, these songs are often in use. The Ranger Branch is for the more advanced Guides who wish to go on after the age of sixteen, and learn how to become good citizens, how to take care of homes, how to think and act quickly in emergencies, how to teach younger Guides and many other things. There are also Extension Guides. These are girls who are blind, deaf, crippled, mentally deficient or inva- lids. These handicapped girls some- times live in an institution, a hospital or a home. Often the captain is in the same condition as her companv. In such a company there must be one normal person to help the others. Lone Guides are those who live too far from an active company to attend their meetings. These do most of their work through correspondence with the Lone Captain. F No matter what branch of Guiding a girl belongs to, if she is reallv in earnest and works hard to do heribest she cannot help growing into a useful, healthy and able citizen of her countrv. Every girl who has the opportunity should become a Guide, and every boy Continuzd on pagr 133