Regina Collegiate Institute - Souvenir Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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practically no experience. In addition to these competitions, a team was entered at the Provincial Rifle Meet, held during July. One member of this team, Cadet Garfield Mclnnis, was also chosen as a member of the Provincial Rifle Team which went to Ottawa, where Cadet Mcinnis was very successful. During the year several gold, silver and bronze pins, issued by the Dominion Cartridge Company for proficiency in shooting, were won by Club members. Strathcona medals were won by Jack Anstis and Luther Fritz and D.R.A. marksmanship medals by J. Anstis, G. Spooner, H. Hettle, G. Wood and F. Arnold. The team for 1923 consists of the following boys: G. Spooner, H. Duckett, T. Helstrom, J. Anstis, J. Kohlruss, S. Brodie, F. Arnold CCaptainD, H. Heggie, H. Hettle, A. Little, G. McIntosh, R. Dupuis and G. Cross QSpareJ. -FLORENT ARNOLD. Back Row-K. lNIclX1illan, J. Peart, R. Gordon, G. Spooner, G. Howe. 3rd Row-J. G. Eadie Clnstructorj, hi. lNIcMullon, J. Cross, G. Erskine, J. Littlehalcs, E. Brotman, W. McE1moyle. 2nd Row-P. Carpenter, F. Greirrley, C. Gorrell, O. Dutton QO.C.D, F. Arnold, J. McCallum, A. Swanston. Front Row-E. Glover, J. Kelly, C. Edwards. 34

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f :I MV 0 , W7 Q! is - WN and nxwnxklm L Qq-2W1Aff- ' THE RIFLE CLUB The Rifle Club is one branch of the student activities of the Collegiate which has gained steadily in membership and importance since its inception. At the present time the Club has a membership in excess of fifty, which is subdivided into four groups, according to the age and experience of its members. A membership fee of fifty cents is charged, the money thus raised being used to provide entry fees for the Club teams in various matches, which are entered during the year, as well as to provide various fittings for the range in the school basement, where the shooting is conducted. Arrangements are made for shooting on three nights of the week during the winter months, for the various groups, while the team practices and matches are held on Saturday mornings. Heretofore the only rifles used have been of .22 calibre, but this year, provision has been made for gallery practice with .303 Lec- Enfield military rifle, owing to the fact that the Rifle Club enters a team in the S.P.R.A. meet, which is held during the summer months. The Club entered teams in the C.R.L. match, the Bisley match, and the Dominion Cartridge Company, the Provincial Championship, and R.M.C. matches. The Club made a creditable showing in all these competitions, taking second, third, fourth and fifth places in the Provincial Championship match, and coming third in the Dominion in the R.M.C. match. The latter showing is especially creditable in view of the fact that the match is shot outdoors, at ranges of two, three and five hundred yards, with the military rifle, with which the members of the team had had 33

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o A MAN OF PARTS It was in-the lounge of the Wanderers' Club. I was sitting in a little alcove sipping an aperitif preparatory to dining, and watching with interest the stream of bronzed, upright, distin- guished looking men, who were passing through the great room- I was new to the club at that time, you see-when a tall, rather stooped man of about fifty came and sat down in the chair next me. He ordered a drink, then, turning half around, gazed apathetically into the fire. After a moment's silence, I ventured some commonplace remark about the line weather we were enjoying at the time. H i s reply aroused my curiosity. Indeed? he said, I really hadn't noticed. Then, seeing the look of surprise on my face, he continued, I-I've never been the same, haven't taken any interest in life, so to speak, since that awful night, when-but I daresay you're not interested, and I am very sorry if -I seemed abrupt in answering you. Scenting a story, I hastened to assure him that, as I had no engagements, I should be delighted to hear his narrative if he would be kind enough to relate it. VVell, he commenced, to begin at the beginning, my name is Winslow, Rupert WVinslow, and at the time of which I am going to speak, I was agent for the East African Development Syndicate, at a little station three days' march from railhead, in the midst of the gloomiest, most desolate tract of jungle in all East Africa. There wasn't another white man in miles, and I got so lonely at times that I'd talk, sometimes for hours on end, to the girl on a calendar I'd tacked to the wall of my bedroom. You can imagine that, under such circumstances as those, any little bit of excitement that came along was hailed as a blessing sent straight from Heaven. Well, to get along with my yarn, one day my 'boy' rushed in, in a state of great excitement, to tell me of a black leopard which had been seen, so the natives said, at a village about seven miles up-country. Gf course, as soon as I got wind of such a rarity as this black leopard, nothing would do but I must try to obtain the skin to send home. Business being slack, I determined to set out next day and, accordingly, we, my gun-bearer, two porters and myself, were on our way early the following morning. We did not arrive at the village till nearly nightfall-travel is slow in the jungle, you know-and so I decided to do nothing until the next day, giving orders, however, for a machan to be constructed in readiness for my stalk the following night. During the night I was awakened by a most infernal din, and on making inquiries in the morning, found that our dusky 35