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

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lnrzpru gravibuf plnnmque zt magna profzifir. Purpurzzu, lair qui rplrnrizat, unur el aller- .-ldrililrlr pannnf, H Often to weighty enterprises. and-such zislprofess great objects. one or two purple patches :ire served on to make a fine display in the distance. HORACL Dr Art: Poctica. i MQCG regor Q His Master was a Woman-Hater by MARION BROWN, VA MacGregor, although born far from the land o' the heather, was as Scotch as his name. He had beet- ling, bristling eye-brows and a long sober face as black as the sins of his irresponsible puppy-hood. His black feather-duster tail waved with something of the gallant grace of a kilt. MacGregor had lived his life-two whole years-in a New York pent- house with the Master. The Master was a hand- some young man with more money than he needed, who had been trying for two years to write the Great American Novel. He was also a woman-hater, chiefly because he thought it sounded old and ex- perienced and suited his ambition. The G. A. N. was not progressing very well, the Master decided that a sojourn in the Maine woods, away from the noise and distractions of New York, would aid in its progress and benefit himself and MacGregor. He loaded himself with supplies and made his way to the cottage set back amid the trees. MacGregor remained behind to investigate the delightful sounds and smells of his new home. About half an hour later, as the Master was pre- paring a meal, he heard a perfect frenzy of excited barks coming from somewhere back of the cottage. He grinned to himself. , Treed his first squirrel, I guess he chuckled. But presently the noise drew nearer and MacGregor hurled himself on the screen-door, barking wildly at the Master to come and see! Ah! Go tell the Marines, said the Master, and began to open a can of beans. But MacGregor con- tinued to awaken indignant echoes in a perfect ecstasy of canine excitement. The Master rushed outside, deter- Accordingly, he packed a portable 'W su N ' mined to chastise the disturber of type-igriter gud ta large supply of I it it she wilgernessdbut tthe dcogfeludid canne goo s- or even an em- ' ' im an trotte , jus ou o reac , bryo novelist must eat - and 3 ' ' i along a very narrow, rocky path, motored to the family cottage in JM Q L still barking at the top of his not Maine. 1, ,fm-w H -- l inconsiderable voice. The Master MacGregor found the Maine 'I . ' followed, and finally caught up woods astoundingly delightful. H K3-1 5 ' 1, l with himfor thesimplereasonthat He sat beside the Master, his long A ' 5 if A -5-5 MacGregor had stopped, and was nose thrust out of the window Mx ibg ns'-.Q-31 sitting, with the air of one who and snuffed every breeze for new, M ' ' has done all he can, beside some- deliciously tantalizing smells. ' All .MES thing on the ground. Presently they arrived at the lake. MacGregor stood stock-still and stared. It wasn't-it couldn't be water! There wasn't that mchu water in the world! But it was water, he discovered, when he thrust his nose into it. The thing must be a huge bath-tub. How awful! With extreme reluctance he obeyed the Master's command to seat himself in the front of the canoe. He felt his reluctance justified when, as they neared an island in the middle of the bath-tub, a light breeze sprang up from nowhere and rufiied the lake into a thousand glittering wavelets which, to Mac- Gregor's alarmed mind, seemed determined to drown himself and the Master. They reached the island without mishap, however, and MacGregor bounded ashore with a relieved Hip of his tail. The Master, however, gave a grunt of mingled surprise and annoyance for, drawn up on the sandy beach of his own private island, was a bright red canoe. 'lMust be in the woods somewhere, he muttered to himself, I'll Warn 'em off when they come back. Page Twenty Wl1-what lzappevzedf' she asked in a dazed voice. It was the something that caught-and held-the Master's eye. A girl-an extremely pretty girl-lay sprawled unconscious on the path, with a nasty-looking gash on her forehead. A protruding tree-root and stone in the path mutely accounted for her condition. She had tripped on the root and struck her head on the stone. Annoyed at the intrusion on his privacy, strugg- ling somewhat half-heartedly against a desire to handle the girl's red-gold locks, the Master bent over the unconscious girl. As he did so, her eyes fluttered open and the shock almost unnerved him. Never before had he looked into eyes of such deep, dazzling, devastating blue. He had to remind him- self, rather forcefully, that he was a Woman-hater, self-dedicated to the cause of American literature, before he felt able to slip an arm under the slight shoulders and raise the red head to his knee. The girl stared at hirn in a puzzled manner. CCOntinued on Page 811

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:B-W ' MORROW SCHOLARSHIPS: HOUSEHOLD AR-I-SY MORROW SCHOLARSHIPS: INDUSTRIAL ARTS Back Row: BV Whalev E- Nelson F- Armstmn, Back Row: F. Dnrris, H McFarlane, A. Ellis. J. Kennedy From Row. A' Johnston B- 'ary Front Row: G Benson. L. Jackson In the Household Arts De- partment of the School the win- ners of the W. G. Morrow Scholarships were in the Third Form Gladys McFarlane, first, Audrey Johnston, secondg in the Second Form Eunice Armstrong, Elizabeth Whaleyg and in the First Form Evelyn Nelson, Betty Jary. First prize is the sum of twelve dollars, while second prize is the sum of eight dollars. These scholarships are very much ap- preciated by the girls of this de- partment. Mr. VV. G. Morrow also awards Scholarships to the two boys attaining the highest percent- ages in the Industrial Arts De- partment. In the Third Form first prize, the sum of twelve dollars, was won by Lynden Jackson, while second prize, the sum of eight dollars, was won by Gordon Benson. In the Second Form Alexander Ellis was first followed by Jack Kennedy, and in the First Forms Hugh Mc- Farlane was first, Frank Doris, second. v Prominent People in Our Midst Dr. Kenner was presented with a Coronation Medal by command of His Majesty, King George VI. Miss M. McIntosh is the first president of the iaapently formed branch of the University Women's ub. Miss D. M. VVhite is on the first executive of the University Women's Club and is leader of a read- ing club formed to study literature. Mr. H. Bamforth capably coached the Senior Rugby team through to the Ontario Rugby Champion- ship. Mr. L. J. Petit is president of the Peterborough Kiwanis Club. The members of the school orchestra, conducted by Mr. A. J. Weames, ment a place in Honourable Mention for the splendid work they have done this year. We would congratulate them especially for their fine rendition of the difficult Overture from Egmont', by Beethoven. John fJackJ Craig won the Gold Medallion given by St. Johns Ambulance Corps. This is the first time that a student of P. C. V. S. has won this distinc- tion. Congratulations, Jack! Alicia Langley and Olga Westbye are members of the famous Peterborough Madrigal Singers. This is an honour which has been conferred upon few students. Ralph Hagerman again showed the prowess which has made him the outstanding marksman of P. C. I. for the past several years by again winning the Lord Strathcona Medal for the best shot in the school. Haig Kelly was presented with a special prize from Dr. Kenner for his outstanding school spirit and sportsmanship. Haig was captain of the Senior Rugby Team, and has always taken an active part in school activities. Hugh Kenner won the junior prize in the essay contest sponsored by the Peterborough Book Fair. The essay was entitled, Peterborough in the Field of Literature. Page Nineteen

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Evening by GOLDIE TULLY, Ii B COM. The red-gold sun Was sinking in the west, And the long drawn shadows, etched upon the snow, Slowly faded and gave place to limpid dusk, For the world of light is always loth to go. Softly and quietly, the waves of sooty black Roll o'er the earth till all is densely spun, And objects loom against the sky with edges dim- med, Then melt into the purple clouds as one. Storm at Guide Comp by MOIRA WHALON, IIB COM. The weather was very favourable at camp-ex- cept for one day. The blue tranquil water was churned to a black raging fury, and white caps, resembling huge dogs of whipped cream, tossed and battled with their powerful masters, the Waves. The old wooden wharf, rotted with age, creaked and groaned as the swell of the surf rushed over it. The pines, usually tall and stately, bent and waved their branches as the wind whistled through them. Our Union jack was a whirling mass of red, white and blue, as the ropes that held it twisted and turned-but trusty guide knots held. The little weather man, on an adjoining cottage whirled his arms round frantically, till finally, with a resigned air, he toppled to the ground. Two boats moored near-by, pulled and tugged at the rope that held them, and with loud splashes contributed still more to the noise about them. The entire scene was one of hustle and bustle as the mighty wind gave vent to his angered feelings. Towards nightfall, however, he repented, and the mighty roar died to a gentle moan, among whispering pines, as the moon looked down upon a scene of quiet restfulness. Hypothesis by HUGH KENNER, IIC AC. When the winter iirelight fiickers, to and fro upon the Wall Demons of the purple hazes dart about the duskv hall, ' Wild and dreadful, harsh and formless, ever shrink- ing from the light, Ever lurking in the darkness, fragments of the shadowy night, Ever dancing, slow advancing as the flickering fire dies, Ever staxting, backward darting as the fresh-fed sparkles rise. Skipping gaily through the fireplace, soft and gentle, clear and bright, Flash the merry-hearted flame-tongues, sources of primeval light, Dancing blithely o'er the hearthstone, playing briskly up the flue, Ever-changing, ever-constant, ever old and ever new, Ever shrinking and decoying all the darksome forms without, Ever flashing upward, putting these wild enemies to rout. Through the night the siege continues till the shadows flit away, 1 Restless fading and departing at the dawning of the day. Light and darkness, sun and shadow, world and water, good and ill, So the earth-bound atoms struggle, never ceasing, '1 never stil . S0 the windy, wat'ry forces wear the boulders into sand, So the mighty ocean thunders, ever wearing on the land, So the dawning thwarts the darkness and the dark- ness ends the day, So old Chaos and new Order War for Universal sway, Each impassioned force of Nature with its opposite must strive, All the Universe is conflict and the fittest shall survive. Autumn Leaves by ALAN BROWN, IV A Soft songs to sing, and loves in Spring Are happy things that linger, haunting, But loves in fall leave none at all Of bittersweet, or echoed call Of former lovers' distant taunting. The bare tree grieves not o'er lost leaves, But starkly stands content-with reason: With melting snows her beauty grows, Where old leaves lie she cares nor knows, But spreads a new array next season! Oh, autumn loves are easy loves- They come with joy, and go as brightly, For loves in fall are slim and tall, With feet to follow any call As soft as autumn leaves, and lightly! Page Twenty-one