Ruperts Land Girls School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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paw '14 .x..,..,.N.max..x..s..x..,.,,..,..,..,..,..-..,..x..x..x..,.,x..,..,..s..s..,.,s,..431 T H E E AG LE Ig.. ai? , lI'. J, Plffllfpx The Stunzp.-Kcn,m'a UN mosgos QIBE TABLEAU est une peinture d'un trong-on et au loin on peut voir le Lac des Bois s'evendant aux collines au fond du tableau. Le troncon a l'air d'un geant qui garde son tresor avec dignite. Son tresor vant la peine d'etrc garde parceque le lac est tres beau avec ses peupliers, ses grands pins, et ses iles nombreuses. L'eau claire et etincelante semble nous demander d'oublier les chagrins de la terre et de nous amuser sur sa surface. Je doute qu'il y ait un autre lac qui soit si splendide que le Lac des Bois. Ce troncon-ci est si signifiant parceque, quoi qu'il y en ait beaucoup, il nous montre exactement la nature du lac. De cette peinture-ci qui-conque n'a jamais vu le lac, voudrait aller la, s'il le pouvait. La Verendrye, quand il a dccouvert le lac devait le voir comme unc peinturc ci-dessus qui pend dans notre salle de classe. +SfIC IlfII U'GrruIy, Grade XII. owe EXTRACT FROM A DIARY March, 1935. III HAVE been spending the last week at Brandon XV1nter Fair and, as I was staying with friends outside the town, I had an opportunity to compare town and country life. Country life has its drawbacks, but on the whole it has been a very amusing week. My initiation to some of the trials came on my first night, going home after the Show. We had about five miles to drive, and just past the Experimental Farm we came across the snow-plough, stuck in the middle of the highway. This, how- ever, did not worry my hostess, who was driving, she merely stepped on the accelerator and drove through the ditch into the fields, and we struggled home that way. I had noticed that the car was always left at the very brow of the hill on which the house stood, and had wondered at that. I learned the reason the first morning, they had a system. Mrs. Mac would get into the car and everyone would push until the car rolled downhill, by the time it reached the bottom of the driveway the gears, etc., had loosened up sufhciently for the car to be started. After that, everyone piled in and away we went. VVe had our noon meals at their caravan, which they had thoughtfully parked on the boulevard outside the main Fair building. By the time I had enjoyed a lunch, which included home-canned chicken and fruits, I was beginning to think it would be fun to live on a farm all the year round. There are two branches of the Mac family living near each other, so all the children go to school together, there are nine of them, aged from seven to fourteen, and they all ride to school on ponies, looking just like a riding-school. The two families also share the task of delivering the milk to town daily, and when it was our turn to collect the cans we hauled them in a big carrier on the back of the car. Every time we hit a bad rut there would be a shout from the front seat: How are the milk-cans? and somebody in the back seat would have to count them. Of course, there were times when things didn't go so smoothly. One night, for instance, about three minutes before one of the children was to take his pony into the ring, it was discovered that all the tires of his buggy were flat. There was much rushing around for a pump, also for a spare valve. All the stores were closed at that hour, so one of the assistants approached a boy with a bicycle and asked if he had a valve. The lad took one out of his own tire and handed it over to the man, who dashed away, leaving the boy open-mouthed, gazing at a fifty-cent piece in his hand. He probably wished, too, that he had a box-full to sell at such a price. That same night there was a saddle class for Shetland ponies 5 Keith rode Stanage Dawn and Lily rode Donald, the son of Stanage Dawn. In the procession around the ring Keith got too far ahead and Donald missed his mother. He promptly set up a loud squeal, dashed across the ring to her, and held up the whole procession. He repeated this trick, and when his mother was called in to stand first before the judges, Donald left his place and ranged up beside her. Needless to say, although he was the best pony in the ring, he was disqualified for such bad behaviour. Another time our own small Shetland refused to step out of his stall because there was a wide gutter outside of it into which he had once slipped. A groom solved the problem by throwing down a blanket, and over this the tiny pony walked happily. Although we were all annoyed at his obstinacy, the irritation turned to laughter when a man who had seen the groom's action, murmured: 'fSir Walter Raleigh. And f'Sir Walter Raleigh the groom remained to the end of the Show. This has been a wonderful week, and I have learned many things, one of them is that a sense of humour will take one over many a rough spot. -Betty Wilks, Grade XI. N ole.-Betty visited Brandon Winter Fair again this year, and won three first prizes and three second prizes for jumping, and also a Cup for jumping four feet six inches and five feet. 956 HUMOR IN EVERYDAY LIFE IIEDAIIGH, and the world laughs with you, weep, and you weep alone. No truer statement ever was made. Most people realize that life is serious, so naturally it is annoying and discoui'aging to live with those who not only know this, but constantly and persistently remind their friends of the fact. Calmness and level-headedness, needed in a crisis, can be summoned just as easily by a normally light-hearted and humorous person as by one of a perpetually serious turn of mind. Humour is needed to meet the disturbing situations of everyday life with equanimity. A great deal more character and fortitude are required to meet these disturbances with a smile than with a frown. But there is a time and a place for everything, and humour is no exception to this rule. Although some situations improve when treated with humour, others do not. Those involving the troubles of other people belong in this latter category. The efforts of a humourist to comfort with wit can hardly be expected to reap appreciation from the person concerned. It is in exceedingly bad taste to attempt humour in grave situa- tions. It is a help up to a certain point, but it should be dropped when the situation becomes really grave, just as it was cast aside by the soldiers during the Great War of 1914-1918 when the time came for the attack. Humour is certainly a great asset in public, but what type of humour is appreciated in the home? Wit is definitely out of place here, for most homes are composed of people of at least two generations, and what may be terribly funny to one of these is only puzzling and boring to the other. I have no doubt whatever that the lightning interchange of nonsensical remarks of our generation must sound absolutely idiotic to our parents, while the humour of any more than a few years our senior seems pointless to many of us. Besides, even allowing that this is not always the case, one does not feel quite in the mood for humour after returning home from public places where the sense of humour has been constantly taxed. Witty conversation arises from a natural desire and ability within a person to express the funny side of a situation to others who will appreciate it. The latter may be cultivated, but the former must be inborn. This innate desire is what adds spontaneity, a necessary attribute, to humour. One can cultivate and improve one's ability in the desired direction, but no one can cultivate a desire. Careful rehearsal of a humorous remark never produces the effect on the listener

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R U P E I S L A N D C O L L E G E ususuxum-as-nsnfgnsnsuxusnssnxuxnsuxux-nxn-sus--sux: A FIRE IN THE NIGHT GEIIIFHE wheat had been threshed that day, and the huge pile of golden straw was slowly burning away. It had already been burning for hours, and was still blazing. The moon and stars were obscured by low clouds. In the sky the dull red glow of the fire was visible for miles. The night was chilly and damp, the fire looked cheerful, but when you came near it, the heat was too intense. The acrid smell of smoke was everywhere, it choked you, made your mouth and throat feel dry, and your eyes sting. The stack burned with a faint hissing sound, and the cracking of thc flames sounded faintly ominous in the still prairie night. I watched the flames for a while, and as the fire showed no signs of dying I went, for long after I could see the crimson glow reflected on the clouds. -Frances H unt, Grade X. came UNDER THE MICROSCOPE A GROUP of girls were gathered in Grade X classroom. The subject of their interests was an old-fashioned microscope which had been given to one of the girls as a Christmas present. When you've finished looking at the insides of that silk worm, I would like to see this leaf under the lens. Are those black bumps the lymphatic nodes Miss Ll was telling us about in Physiology? Here, look at your leaf. Why, it is made up of cells. The darkness is breaking at last! That, my dear, is what Miss S1 has been trying to pound into that block sitting on your shoulders for the last month. This leaf is awfully interestingf! Ah,,my energetic botanist, think what you would have missed if Leeuwenhoek tthat's my Biologyj had not been clever enough to invent such a miraculous instrument. It would be interesting to put peoples characters under the microscope. Would not Fls lack of punctuality show up nicely? But I suppose we must remember the proverb Better late than never,' and she certainly makes up the time she misses if it happens to be out of school hours. V--'s knowledge of words would certainly appear, so would S--'s ability to work. I wonder if things like B-'s whistle, Sh-'s temper and M-'s neatness would be seen. I know a few Order Marks would show up. That's all very well, but I would not like to put my French exercise under the microscope. Miss B--'s comments are large enough as it is, and I am sure some of my Spelling mistakes would break the lens. live been thinking that if Mathematics is an exact Science, is Science an exact Mathematics? That, my dear, is a very muddled converse, and a converse is Geometry and Geometry is not ordinary Science. Whether it is Geometry or not, it does not matter. I think on the whole the Microscope is very interesting. -Sheila Blackie, Grade X. C-L66 -I gp!-I-1 . X '4fa's+2?' 9? 0 l 4? I , U- M A 2.4-'-fn ' at as ..- - at , He thought he saw a Teapot lid Dancing in the Grate 5 He looked again and found it was A sausage on a Plate. If you're digestible, he said, I'm sure you know your fate. -M argaret Pilling. LA BELLE AU BOIS DORMANT L'annee derniere les cleves de Grade X ont joue la piece de I'La Belle au Bois Dormantf' en francais, le 26 Avril, 1935. Cette histoire de la jolie Princesse qui dormit pendant cent ans, a ete chcri des enfants cle plusieurs generations. Il parle de la naissance cl'une petite princesse et son bapteme, et de la mechante fee, qui ctait si fachce parceque l'on ne l' avait pas invitee at la ceremonie. Elle l'ensorcela disant que, quand la petite princesse aurait dix-huit ans, elle se piquerait le doigt avec un fuseau et tomherait morte. Mais une des trois bonnes fees enleva le charme, disant que la petite princesse ne tomberait pas morte, mais elle dormerait pendant cent ans. A ce temps le Prince Charmant la reveillerait avec un baiser. La fee: f'La princesse dormira cent ans Jusqua l'arrivee du Prince Charmantf' Comme l'histoire continue nous voyons la jeune Princesse, en filantg puis elle se pique le doigt, et elle s'endort. Le Roi et la Reine, et toutes les autres gens du chateau s'endorment aussi, comme a dit la bonne fee. Apres le passage des cent ans, nous voyons llentree du Prince Charmant. Il entre dans le chateau avec etonnement en disant- Est-ce-que je reve? Ou est-ce bien vraif' Comme son regarde tombait sur la jeune Princesse il ctait immediatement enchantc. La derniere scene montre le reveil de la princesse et tous les autres dormeurs. Ensuite la Princesse Aubepine se marie avec le Prince Charmant, et ils vivent joyeusement toujours. Parceque les histoires de fees sont pour les enfants-quoique les vieilles gens les trouvcnt bonnes aussi, c'est une bonne maniere pour les histoires de finir. Beaucoup d'histoires pour les enfants semblent avoir une morale, mais La Belle au Bois Dormant, ne semble pas en avoir. Peut-etre l'entree du Prince Charmant montre que:- Toutes choses viennent a celui qui attend. G. D A CONVERSATION Characters: Mrs. McTavish Mrs. Aronovitch fllrs. .!IIcTau'i.sl1.' And how would ye be feelin' this mornin', Missus Aronovitch'? Mrs. Arozwmiich: Vy Mrs. Mc-Tavish! It iss so goot off you to come, but I tink dis mornink maybe I get up. Der pain is almost all gone avayf' Mrs. McTavish: Well noo, that's just fine, Mrs. Arono- vitch, but I wouldn't be rushing things, yc ken. It isna' at all wise. No, indeed it isna'. Ye mind puir Missus O'Flannigan'? Well, her trouble began just exactly the same as yours. Then she seemed tae be over the wurst, but all of a sudden the pain cam back and inside of three days she passed away, puir thing. And such a fine woman as she was! Mrs. Aron.ozii!clz: 'fBut der doctor come to see me only chust yesterday, unt he told my Sammy dot I vas all better, unt could get up Ven I wanted. Mrs. flff-CTfl1!'I'Sfl.' Aye, nae doot he did that! I've no faith in doctors and the like. They come aroond prattlin' awa' aboot naethin', wi a lot o' grand words thrown in tae soond wise. Dinna ye ever fear, Missus Aronovitch, the longer he keeps ye in yer bed, the better is the lining o' his purse. Why, if I was in your place-now mind I dinna want tae say aenythin' agin the man-but I'd caertenly watch him mighty careful- like. Nfrs. Ar0n0z'itCl1.' VVell, mebbe y0u'1'e right, I don' know for sure, but my Sammy said dot if I didn't do vot der doctor say, I Clie soon, quick! Unt I no want to tie chust yet. Mrs. JIIcTamTsh: 'fNow mind, I'm no tryin tae scare ye, but that puts me in mind of a case Mrs. Cohen was speakin' of, only yesterday. It seems that Mrs. McCarty-ye ken, she had three fine wee bairns-well, she had what the doctor called 'flu, too, but she made the mistake o' listen'n tae him too well, and there's nae doot but that if she hadna she'd of been in this world noo. By the way, what's that ye're takin ? Mrs. .-lrononilc-h.' Der meticine vot der doctor giff me, uff course. He say it make me well in no time at all. Mrs. McTaz'fislz.' Oh, I see, medicine, eh? Well I cairtinly hope it helps ye. Ye dinna look a bit well, that ye dinna, but nae doot ye ken what ye're aboot. Good-bye Missus Arono- vitch, I hope ye're soon up and aroond wi' us all again! .Mrs. Aronomitch: Goot-bye Mrs. McTavish! Unt tank you aken for comink. . . . Oy, oy, I don! feel goot. Such a pain as I haff, ever since I don' took der medicine .... Oy, Sammy, come quick! I'm dyinkf'-Cynthia Bermest, Grade XI. Page 25

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R U P E R T l S L D C O L L E G E nsnsux-ex-ax-wx-:sus-nsnx--susnxosuxnxuxunxusnsusns- Page which spontaneity does. Nothing is more painful to watch than the desperate, agonized search in the obscure recesses of the mind for a practised joke, unless it is the half-hopeful, half-triumphant smile accompanying the final production of the same. Again, humour may lie, not in the words themselves, but in the manner in which they are said. The speaker must Il0f' only appreciate the humour of the remark himself, he must make it in a way that will make the listener appreciate it-also, or, no matter how funny the words may be, the Joke will be a complete failure, and the only laugh will be from the anxious speaker himself. Words are not entirely necessary to humour: a gesture, a lift of the eyebrow, and the dullest sentence becomes uproariously funny. Humour is a gift whose power cannot be overlooked. Shakespeare used it as the solution to many a difficult situationg Pope used his wit as a scourge with which to heat his enemies. Wit is a dangerous weapon, and must be treated as such. ln the right hands, it may save many an awkward moment, in the wrong hands, it is an instrument of tortureg in any hands, it is a sure cure for boredom. It is well to try to cultivate a sense of humour, for everyone will agree that it is a great deal better to be laughed with than to be laughed fit. 1l lll il'Il,IIC' Dzmlcn, Grurlc XII. LIFE IN RESTORATION ENGLAND AS REVEALED IN PEPYS' DIARY 6ElIliHE restoration of Charles II, in 1660, to the throne of England heralded the return of those gaieties which had been banished during the sombrc days of the Commonwealth. Unfortunately, t.hese were accompanied by all t.he cor- ruption and luxuries ofthe Stuart court. The England of Samuel Pepys' day was certainly not in a very healthy condition. She was engaged in a war with her trade rivals, the Dutch, and to be victorious she must possess a strong Navy, but alas, her Navy was in an appalling condition. To get enough sailors to man the King's fleet, press-gangs were employed to force men into the service. But the sailors were so badly treated that they frequently mutiniedg conse- quently, in 1667, the Dutch were able to sail up the Medway. As is to he expected, conversation of those days centred in the stirring events which were taking place. Small groups would gather on Sundays, or after some meeting, to discuss Naval affairs, the Great Plague, or perhaps the rebuilding of London. Frequently, however, the conversation was con- cerned with the conduct of some officer of the fleet and, as a result, many false reports about this officer were circulated. For instance, on June 10th, 1666, Pepys describes a chat with a doctor from the fleet. He tells me that all the com- manders, officers and even the common seamen do condemn the conduct of the Duke of Albermarle .... nothing can be worse spoken of. Later on in the day, Pepys hears an alto- gether different report about the Duke. The fieetfs retreat on Sunday was an honourable one, and the Duke of Albermarle did do well in it. If people were not discussing the present exciting events, they might perhaps be listening to some old veteran's stories of the Civil War, or if they were not concerned with these, they were probably discussing the latest play prssented at Court, or else the mannish attire of certain noble a ies. For fashions are always a. part of the life of any century. Pepys himself spent a good deal of his fortune on his dress, for he loved to dress well. One Sunday he mentions wearing his coloured suit and a new periwig , another day he says, 'I put on my new camelot suitg the best that ever I wore in my life, the suit costing me above f24. Pepys' wife, a Hugue- not refugee, was also quite extravagant, as the following extract from the diary indicates: 'fMy wife comes home by and by, and hath pitched upon a necklace with three rows, which is a very good one, and 580 is the price. Samuel Pepys frequently mentions the ladies' fashions, and at times is quite shocked at them. Here is an extract from the diary: Today my wife began to wear light-coloured locks .... which though it makes her look quite pretty, yet not being natural, vexes me, that I will not have her wear them. Here is a comment on Court fashions: It was pretty to see the young ladies dressed like the men, in velvet coats, caps with ribbands and with lace bands. One day, whilst walking inthe galleries at Whitehall, Pepys saw Maids of Honour dressed in their riding garbs with coats and doublets, with deep skirts .... with pcriwigs and hats, so that, only for a long petticoat dragging under their men's coats, nobody could take them for women in any point whatever. Pepys was not pleased with such a sight. But the people of the Restoration period had other interests. Many were very fond of music, painting and drama. Pepys upon visiting St. George's Chapel, Windsor, was very well pleased with t.he singing, and we find this note in his diarv, lt is a very noble place indeed, and a good quire of voicesi At home, people loved to play and sing, and we can find several references to this in Pepys' diary. For example, this passage: Thence home, and to sing with my wife and Mercer in the garden . Fashionable folk frequently attended the plays, but un- fortunately these were of a very low moral tone. Pepys gives us an interesting account of the tiring-rooms in the Kings playhouse. It was a sight worth seeing .... here a wooden leg, there a ruff, here a hobby horse, there a crown, would make a man split his sides with laughing. A great deal of interest in art was evident among the upper classes, and it was the fashion to have one's own portrait painted, as well as doing a little dribbling in colours oneself. Mrs. Pepys amused herself with this pursuit, and her husband noted with pleasure that she was learning to paint with great pleasure and success. Later on both Pepys and his wife had their portraits painted, and they were evidently quite pleased with them. However, men and women did not always go to the drama or art gallery when they wished to be amused. At home, many merry parties were given. There the young ladies and gentlemen .... played on the guitar, and were mighty merry. Then after supper the young gentlemen went away to flinging of cushions, and other mad sports until towards twelve of night. Bull-baiting was a much sterner sport than the young gentlemen's pillow fight. One day Pepys, his wife and Mrs. Mercer went to the Bear Garden to watch the bull's tossing of the dogs , but, says Pepys, it is a rude and nasty pleasure. After this form of entertaimnent, the Pepys' party returned home where they spent a very merry evening 'tfiring our Hre- works and burning one another and the people over the way. . . . NVc went into Mrs. Mercer's, and there mighty merry, smutting one another with candle grease and soot ..... then fell to dancing .... Mercer put on a. suit of Tom's, like a boy . . . . and danced a jig, and Nan Wright and my wife and Pegg Pen put on periwigs. Thus we spent till three or four in the morning, mighty merryf' Pepys and his wife lived well, for this was the custom with the majority of well-to-do persons. Pepys mentions welcoming his guests with wine and China oranges. During the Great Fire, this wine was buried along with his Hparmazan cheese, and other delicacies. Even during that terrible fire, Pepys, whilst watching over his office, supped with his wife upon a shoulder of mutton from the cook's. Many of the loveliest homes in England were destroyed by the Fire, and priceless treasures of pictures and books were destroyed. Because of his important position in the Navy, Mr. Pepys had access to many fine homes, and we are left a brief description of Mr. Evelyn's- We walked in his garden, and a lovely, noble ground he hath indeed. And among other rarities, a hive of bees, so as being hived in glass, you may see the bees making their honey and combs. Other important people kept other rarities, such as fishes kept in a glass of water, but Mr. Evelyn must have been a very interesting man, for amongst his treasures was a ledger of a Treasurer of the Navy, just one hundred years old, several letters of the old Lord of Leicester, in Queen Elizabeth's reign, under the very handwriting of Queen Elizabeth and Queen Mary. No doubt seventeenth century England would have been much better if transportation had been improved. A great deal of travelling had to be done on foot, or if one were fairly well-to-do, on horseback. Most of the noblemen owned coaches, although a certain Colonel Blunt possessed a chariot made with springs, as that of wicker .... and it outdrives any coach. Pepys did not think very highly of this vehicle. However, for Londoners, water transportation was most