Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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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

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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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The Milky Way. By H. Malloy. The Gordon Dairy have one of the most up-to-date milking mach ines in the world. They milk every cow three times a day, and it takes eight hours to milk every one of their cows. The stables are very clean, and they have electric fans on the roof. In each room there are two rows of stalls with large windows. At the back of each room there is a door, and a corridor goes from room to room and leads to the milking room. If you go through a glass door you come into a circular room with glass sides where people can watch the cows coming through a tunnel, going under a shower-bath and being wiped with a towel. Each cow has a clean towel. The cows file by a man, who milks them first by hand to see that the milk is pure. Milking tubes are attached to the cow, and the milk is drawn up into a glass bowl. The milking tubes are taken off, the bars which have been holding the cow are unclasped, the cow goes through another tunnel, and the glass bowl is lifted automatic- ally, poured into a funnel and weighed. There are many other tricky gadgets which wash the bowls with hot and cold water and lift iron bars and there are big laboratories and experimental rooms. It would take a book to explain everything. The dairy ' s system is to hire cows from farmers and pay them so much per gallon. The cows only live from two to five years in this way, for they are never left in the sunshine to graze, but are given their vitamins in their food. But it cer- tainly must make the life of us humans longer! 17