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

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Windsor Castle by aemuce NEWMAN, uxn Direct thy steps to ll'z'ndsor's stately courts-A Explore her halls, Izer towers, Izer sacred fone, And treat thine eye with grandeur. Look aronna' And mark the teeming landscape strew'd with genzs Of archttectnreg mansions, villas, domes, Replete with art and science, taste and beauty. This unsigned verse which I recently read, stirred many pleasant memories. Windsor Castle was one of the historic places I visited while in England last summer, and of it I can write only very briefiy in this short article. The first glance at this massive gray building of round and square towers, set high on the hill overlooking the Thames, is almost suf- ficient reward for the visitor who has travelled far to see it. The picture it presents is one of great dignity and strength, suggesting also, mystery and romance. This castle was first begun by William the Conqueror in 1070, and improved upon by suc- ceeding kings, until the reign of Edward III. He demolished the whole castle and rebuilt the present pile, commencing it in 1350, and completing it in 1374. On closer inspection we find it is composed of a series of buildings. Passing through the Henry VIII gateway, and crossing the courtyard which is surrounded by Towers and servants' quarters, we come to a beauti- ful building which is St George's Chapel. Inside are monuments to many kings and noblemen, great stained glass windows and beautiful carvings of which space will not allow a fuller description. Here are the tombs also of Edward IV, Edward VII, Queen Alexandra, Henry VIII, Jane Seymour, Charles I and the infant daughter of Queen Anne and in the Royal vault lies the late King George V. C The Beloved as he is sometimes calledj. Daily services are held, and here the Knights of the Garter are installed. From here we pass through the clois- ters to the side of the castle overlooking the Thames, Eton College and farther on Runnymede. Again turning, this time to the right, we come to the main part of the building con- taining the State Apart- There is a Worcester set made for William IV, various pieces of Wedgewood made for George IV, two Minton services, one for Queen Victoria, and the other for Edward VII for use on the Royal Yacht, a service of Copeland made for the late King George V and Queen Mary. There are also cabinets of Dresden and Furstenberg China. At the head of the Grand staircase stands a silver suit of Armour made for Henry VIII, also two Sedan chairs made for Queen Charlotte. Among the suits of armour is one made for Prince Rupert, who was Governor of the castle during the reign of Charles II. Christopher Wren designed the Charles II din- ing-room. This is held ready and is used when foreign sovereigns visit in state. In this room there are several very old pieces of furniture many of which belonged to Charles I and james II. One piece, an Elizabethan cabinet of Eastern design, is said to be the oldest article of furniture in the whole castle. In the next room the walls and furniture are covered with crimson silk and the pictures are all by Rubens, so that this apartment is known as the Rubens Room. The state bedroom was at one time called the Council Chamber but is now fitted as a sleeping apartment. The furniture is upholstered in Chinese silk and the walls are covered with green silk damaskg the bed is hung with curtains of embroidered silk. The King's and Queen's dressing rooms are each decorated in cream damask and the furniture con- sists of several cabinets and foot stools. The Picture Gallery is used as a writing room, and the walls are again covered in silk, while in the corner nearest the window is a writing desk and a pair of cabinets. By the door is a small table and mC1'1'CS which are OPCH to PA W wif' I' another cabinet withthe the public only when the monogram of Mary and Royal family is not in resi- 1- I N I nh ' .--,'.--I ,ni William on it, dence. The apartments in H We now pass through their present form, were lm ., ,.-I the Van Dyck room, con- part of the improvements 5 Z ggg?25f:i?'5-39, , Trigy itfij wggfg taining most valuable pic- made by Charles II, under i t y 5g.,+?,l?f KPQQQ fiisjlggfil tures by the Dutch artist the supervision of avg to the Queen's Audience Sir Christopher Wren. -2- FJ . f Chamber where stands a 1:1.i.z:..2H.50..t':2 . My Lesshszhtrzi zE.C2:f.12i.L: C I. ' d .I th Cv dCl'1 - f.11ed,biCau?. cglthe vfry gs es 23 ggi i,g1,,nf,, gjgum, eg, ggi Se S do d Oiigster' V ll5315lLfi1vlhiwM Sl d walls, many weapons dat- e gewoo an In on ' fee-wwe-I ing from early centuries. China which are displayed there. Windsor Castle from the river. Cffonttnued on Page 86D Page T hirty-seven

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GRADE IX coRNER Off To Scotland By MARGARET LANGLEY IX F It was a bright. sunny day when we left Belfast for Larne. VVe motored along the coast road until We reached Carrickfergus. Here we stopped, in- tending to see the famous Carrickfergus Castle, once besieged and captured by Bruce. It was in this vicinity that William of Orange landed to start his conquest of Ireland. In one of the rooms King john once slept, in the roof over the entrance to the keep I noticed some holes. These, I was told, were to pour boiling lead and oil on the unfortunate heads of the enemy as they passed under. Soon after leaving Carrickfergus We arrived at Lame. As our boat did not sail for about two hours, we wandered around the village looking for a place to eat. It wasn't as attractive as most of the villages I had seen in Ireland. We had our tea in a small, upstairs room where there was a small, round table. The Irish are very trusting, for, as we went out, the proprietress asked us how many cakes we had eat- en and charged us only for those. When we went back to our boat we found that the ship authorities were having a hard time. They were trying to load a cargo of sheep and pigs which simply would not go where they were supposed to. After a while we started. All of the family stood on deck until Ireland faded from view. At dusk we reached Stranraer, which is on the south-west coast of Scotland. When we disem- barked my father went to see about the unloading of the car. Night drew on and still no car. After A Summer Day By DOROTHY PARKHILL lXl The stately maple shakes her tousled head, Early in the morning when all the world seems dead, VVakes and sees the red sun waking, To tell the world a glorious day is breaking. As the sun comes up from its invisible bed, It plays with the dancing waves that have fled From the wild night's tossing wind That blew when the moon had slowly dimmed. Then giving the earth a dazzling smile, It climbs on its upward journey, mile after mile, And with one last, long, lingering ray, It sinks at the end of a summer day. O 0 waiting for about two hours, we could dimly see it being lifted high into the air by a crane and lowered to the dock below. Soon we set off for Ballantrae, where we were to spend the night. After driving for twenty miles along a dark coast road with only the dull sound of the ocean in our ears, we arrived at our destination. Although it was about midnight a welcome a- waited us. The proprietress of the spotlessly clean Scottish hotel had thoughtfully prepared warm food and drinks for us. Soon after we were sleep- ing soundly-our first night in Scotland. Mysterious Night By NORMA RAY :xi O Night! Night! mysterious Night! Why do you hide and lurk in the dark? Tell all your secrets and mysteries to me, What does the pine tree whisper ?-Hark! Do you not hear it behind your cloak? Can you not tell me the song of the sea? Where are the sailors who died in ships? O Night! Night! Tell your story to me. And, Night, tell the moon and the stars also That I'd like to know where they sleep all dayg And why do you creep, like a big, black ghost, From way over there across the bay? Page Thirty-six O Night! Night! mysterious Night li Don't stand, so still, so black, so dead, But tell me the mysteries you hide 'neath your veil, And don't make that oak tree creak o'er my head. Way over there, the cemetery lies. O Night! hearltess Night! Your secret is there, You are the symbol of death, of hateg O Night! wicked Night! let the sunlight glare. But ah, you just laugh and shriek through the treesg You're dead as a ghost, you wonit answer me, As I stand like a fool, begging answers from stone, And you hoard your secrets and howl with glee. al '1

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CEST A RIRE Dish Pan Hands by CATHARINE WHITE, IIB Com, Preserve your hands, the ads all say With greasy dishes do away: We revolutionize the art Of washing dishes. To your heart We'll find a way with greatest ease, No more your husband you need tease To wash those dishes you forgot, For he will clean up every pot, If-ah! here is the crucial test- You give him but the very best of suds. What is this paragon? Why, our own product, 'Avalon'I With smiles he'll gird his apron on, Upon his lips a cheerful song, He'll make each plate with high-light glow, Then maybe take you to the show. So say advertisements, but I Regard them with a wary eye. And though I have quite often tried The marvellous products advertised, I never yet have got my man, By using them in my dish pan. The only way to dish pan bliss Is simply and completely this: STOP EATING! an 5 Q li--I L Mr. Henry: Name a liquid that won't freeze. Bill Davidson: Hot wat- er. Pardon me for walking on your feet, apologized the polite passer-by. Oh that's all right, re- plied Elwood McCarrol equally polite, I often walk on them myself! Horace Steer: CAfter spatl Now I know Why women are called birds. It's because they are always chirpingf' Mary Hall: 'AOh, no, dear. It's because of the worms we're always picking up l Now in case anything should go wrong with this experiment, said Mr. Graham, we and the laboratory with us will be blown sky high. Now, come a little closer, boys, in ordei that you may follow me. C. S. Browne: Cin Alg. classl f'Bannister, can you explain the binomial theorem to me? john: just what part don't you understand, sir?,' Mrs. Davidson: What does . the average collegiate boy do with his week-end? Dr. Kenner: Well Madam, he merely hangs his hat on it. Dot Bateson and Viola David- son, evidently strange to the traf- - nc regulations, were obeying the ' instructions f'Cross in the white lines. ' They might have made these 0 lines a little wider, mightn't V they? Dot remarked. lV'N - - Mr. Zavitz, hearing a noise fl' g downstairs, jumped out of bed , and shouted from the head of the stairs, W'ho's down in the kitchen? Burglar: A'Nobody. Mr. Zavitz: That's funny. I ac-SIQQ3' gs? Well, wha! do you know ubn-ul that? Page TlII'ffj I'I.gl1t could have sworn I heard a noise down there.