Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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ARCHITECTURE By K. D. Young. Construction of buildings and making them correct, In beauty and utility is the job of the architect. He draws many sets of drawings, and many sets of plans, Sections and elevations; all lies in the architect ' s hands. Arches are made in churches between the nave and the aisle, And in constructing bridges, arches are used all the while. In constructing all these arches, voussoirs must be made. And after these are carefully set, the keystone is then laid- And if it ' s to be solid, materials must be good, For buildings cannot last if made of mouldy wood. Now just as for a building, the forming of one ' s mind, Is a slow and careful business, and we will always find, That if materials are good, and no mistake is made. Foundations of a useful mind will certainly be laid. o A word in your ear This has been called the Poet ' s corner because that is all that it is. It is so small as to be scarcely noticeable. How is it that out of a complete school of intelligent boys there are only two who can produce some amusing idea, or some beautiful idea, or any idea whatsoever in a form which rhymes and scans? This must be remedied! o Girl GuidevS Gala, By H. North. We went over to the island in a motor-boat, and when we arrived the Girl Guides awaited us on the dock. We landed, and soon a whistle was blown, upon which a few of the girls formed a line in bathing suits to go in for an obstacle race. They skipped, crawled through barrels, and then came to the most ex- citing part which created much laughter. They had to dip their faces in flour and water, which made them look like ghosts, and after this they had to bite an apple hanging up without the help of their hands, run over and dress, and last of all jump over a piece of rope. The next amusement the Guides had prepared was Swim- ming Sports, which included races of all descriptions, and ex- hibition swimming. No diving was done, as there was no suit- able place from which to dive. After tea we watched the 15

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But he did not comprehend fully until he heard the official explanation from the Commission the next day. It appeared that this native and the tribesman had cleverly stolen the pearl from a wealthy American who had been travelling in the Punjab. They had concealed it inside the hollow Buddha and patched the hole up to agree with the pattern of the intricate design of the outside. Then however the tribesman had disappeared and taken the pearl with him. The other native followed him to the town where he eventually caught up with him, and seizing his opportunity and thinking to snatch the Buddha and disappear, he murdered the tribesman. Here however his plans were upset by the fact that Dick, for no apparent reason, pocketed the very thing he desired. He, however, followed Dick, and would have killed him for the pearl if he had not been heard as he dropped onto the verandah floor. The pearl was eventually returned to its owner, and the native, after a brief trial, suffered the penalty of the Law for the murder of his associate. Yet Dick was sorry for one thing: he had so very nearly obtained a unique piece of art that would have been the prize of his collection. Still, even if it could not be called a piece of art, he would always keep the patched-up Buddha to remind him of an adventure that very nearly cost him his life. o The Poet ' s Corner. SAMSON THE COWBOY By David Nicholl There once was a cowboy named Samson, Who was caught and held for ransom, He said — Let me go! - But the men said — Oh no! Till you pay us a sum that is handsome ' Then said Samson — You just mind your step! I could beat you with one finger-tip. Said the men — You shut up, Or we ' ll blow you right up, If we get any more of your lip. Then Sam took a jump and a run At the nearest man with a gun, Who shot in the air But Samson was there So Samson and ransom were gone. 14

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demonstration of various knots given by each patrol, two plays were given, which amused us very much, and finally the Camp Fire was lighted, round which the guides sat and sang. After the singing, marshmallows were distributed to everyone to roast on the coals of the fire, and then the guides sang ' Taps ' , which is a sort of goodnight song, and retired to bed. We visitors waited on the dock for the arrival of our motor boat, which soon came to take us home. The voyage back was calm, and the nicon was shining brightly. We reached the mainland, and instead of waiting an hour for a train we went to the Frascati. We arrived home at about eleven o ' clock, and my father was on the verandah wondering if we intended to return home that night, 0 The Thirteenth of July. By S. Lines. I was camping on Darrell ' s Island when I was forced to come to town on an important message, the only means of transport being my co-camper ' s boat. The wind was blowing in sharp gusts from the south-west, and I left the island with the word Bon Voyage ringing in my ear. With the wind on my quarter I bowled merrily over the waves, of which not a few were capped with foam. As I sailed along, I meditated on how easy was the life on the ocean wave — but this attitude was not to last for long. As I neared Timber ' s Narrows, I got ready to gybe — like a fool, for the wind was too strong for me to handle the boat alone v ithout a reef. I hauled in the main sheet and put the rudder down Around she came! Look out! Swish! Over she went, and I found myself swimming in Granway ' s Deep. I swam to the mast, undid the halyards, and found they were caught. I went under to see what was wrong .... and righted it. Somebody trying to earn his life-savers badge came to my rescue. Together we bailed her out and put into Grosve- nor ' s island to make shipshape. I landed my helper on War- wick Shore but in doing so I broke the jib halyard! Three hours of energy were wasted trying to beat to wind- ward, during which I drifted on Fern Island Rock and had to leap overboard fully clothed for the second time that morning. I reached Darrell ' s Island at nine that night, and I don ' t think a bed ever looked so good to anyone as it did to me. 16