Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School - Collegiate Yearbook (Sarnia, Ontario Canada)

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THE COLLEGIATE. l03 because he cannot understand why he should be disappointed. His young life, therefore consists of eat- ing, playing and sleeping-when finally he is prevailed upon to go to bed. Then we have the school boy with shining morning face,'. This, I believe to be the most important stfage, in life, for this is the time when the boy's life is being shaped, and ideals are set before him at which to aim. Here the boy en- counters mfany small temptations, which if he is to possess a golden character, he must overcome in his boyhood, or else when th-e greater ones assail him he will prove a cringing coward and cheat. At s-chool, the boy with the many op- portunities for sport, learns the meaning of cleanliness in actions and deeds. Although these are very important traits in one's character we must not overlook the boy's aim in life. From his studies he is able to see to which line of work he can best adopt himself. Then with an honest purpose, invincible determin- ation, he is fully equipped to strike out bravely al-ong Life's pathway to his goal. The next is the adolescent stage.- As the eager youth begins to stride along the rugged path laid before him, he finds himself face to face with many obstacle-s in the form of unfortunate derelicts, unable to journey along, beoause of the pitfalls and stony places. These are the people who heeded not the teachings of' their youth, who wasted their living, and never bothered about planning their lives or having as a motto: Look up and aim high . These degraded creatures, full of bit-ter thoughts, bliaming everybody and everything for their downfall. seek to tempt and drisioourage the youth. Here, however, supreme trust in One greater and the worth while lessons of youth come before him, and with a sigh of pity he pas-ses on. As he goes along to the fourth milestone human nature plays her part and he feels a sense of loneliness, a yearning for his old school acquaintances. Once again his teachings of youth serve him in good stead and the surrounding evils have no infiuence on his life. At this stage our traveller feeling rather discouraged begins to wonder what life has in store for him. It is now that he realizes the truth of the ordinances, that man shall not live alone, and so he becomes the ar- dent lover. His affinity with words of encouragement and sympathy gives him felicity in an eager out- look on life. This new association proves to be one of pure delight, changing his harassed life into brightness and illuminating the in- ner sanctuary of his soul. The new element in his life bringing the good to the surface and quenclhing the baser passions. Thus Life weaves its web. Now we find him striding happily along tlhe path, stepping from stone to stone, with words of comfort, paying no attention to the follies of others, gazing -straight ahead to- wards the greater glistening goal. He realizes the hey-day of life at its fulness. Nature shows to him the spring, the buds on the trees, the fiowers, the newly freed streams or the opening up of life. Summer is to him symbolical of the fulness of life when the fiowers and trees reap the benefit of the rain and sunshine. Yes, this too may be called the suic- cessful stage for our traveller, for now he reaps the benefit of his toil as Nature in due time enjoys hers. At the sixth stage we find him middle-aged, and not so fieet of foot, finding peace in relaxation. When alone and quiet, thouglhts of God's goodness and his own prosperity, recall within him a thankful spirit. As he looks around on his harvest, he realizes the need of benevolence to those less fortunate than himself. Thus the strong bear the infirmities of the weak. After the day comes the setting sun, and the peaceful quiet of even- tide. Alt this seventh stage, we find our traveller with his faithful ad-

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102 THE CO LL EGIATE prows, but the life of adventure on board a ship still appeals to yfouith. The very sound of the word makes us think of rushing water, gleaming drop-s and white foam. VVe can see a beautiful sail-boat outlined against the sunset with the sunlight and glinting gold on the white sails. We think of cargoes from foreign lands, silks, sihawls and spices. All the tnagedy , all the romance of centur- ies and all the great advance of the world's commerce has centred round the ship and the sea. -O Q-8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8- DAWN By .'l1L1l'flUl'l'f Smith, 3B Coll. assztsssssazsszsssi -8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 W--4 VERYTHING is silent - the birds have hushed their early chatteringg t'he wind has died in the tall silver poplaris and dark pines, the waters of the lake have quieted their thunder to the musical ryithm of the ripples. The stars fade one by one in the western skyg the moon is becoming paler, gradually. Dew covers the shrubs and grasses. A silver mist is spread across the hori- zon. Silently-the whole world waits for dawn. ln the east, small, fluffy clouds are gatihered to greet the monaroh of the day. Huge white masses like sentinels float near by. A flush of delicate colour breaks across the sky. The sm-all clouds turn silver- pink-gold-then become like flames of fire. The sky is a riot of colour- delicate pink-deep orange4bril- O liant scarlet. The huge clouds gradually become crimson. Then ah! then comes the monarch--red as fire. The clouds retreat in awe be- fore his splendid majesty. Tfhe lake becomes his glowing mirror,-reflecting the wondrous colours until it looks like a gleam- ing opal. The dew sparkles like a thousand diamonds: the silver mist fades into the sapphire of the west- ern horizon. Then the lark breaks forth into a song of welco-meg the birds, great and small, beautiful and drab, all join in to greet the rising sun with the Salutation to the Dawn. The trees lift their leafy branclhes to the wonderful sight and t'he flowers raise their faces to this magnificent splend'our. Always the same-al- ways beautiful and inspiring-the dawn. 1 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8- THE STAGES OF MAN -oztsscztsaazoottiii 9 3 'i HAKESPEARE has appropriate- ly written that one man in his time passes through seven ages. Wye all know, at first there is the in- fant, innocent and pure, knowing nothing of the outside forces of the great wide world. Then as the child grows he begins to notice things, tries to talk and wialk, and though quite young many of the happenings of his childhood are so impressed on his mind that they may often be re- called when he has reached matur- ity. At this stage the chiilid cares only for getting the things he wants, exactly at the time he asks for them

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104 THE CGLLEGIATE vision and companion, with calm and peaceful countenances, hair now turned white, feeble steps, but still tottering on to the entrance of the Great Unknown. . He who has single-handed and XVith foes invisible on every side, And unsuspected of the multitude The f-orce of fate itself had dared, defied, And conquered silently. Ah! that soul knows, In what white heat the blood of alone. triumph flows. lc:ascsssszsztszsasanzsssattto- A VISIT TO SHAKESPEAREZS THEATRE By Kfllfll Andrews, 4A Coll. -0 I 8 8 8 0 3 8 0 3 I 3 3 I I 8 8 8 8 I 8 I I O 8 I I H HE Thames was covered with a veritable swarm of boats when we came down to it. A few majest- ic sail boats were passing up the river with the tide. Their gigantic masts bore alof-t a huge expanse of the w'hitest canvas that gliistened in the noon-day sun, fill-ing, then flap- ping idly in the gentle breeze. Be- neath these leviathans of the sea a multitude of small craft swarmed like bees from side to side. A dingy little sloop was gliding up 'the river passing the qu-ay on which we stood. Beyond it, in mid-river, a giant sail- boat lay at anchor and through its rigging could be se-en a great wood- en theatre, the Gl'obe,', with a flag fluttering gayly from its roof to tell all London of the play to be held there tfh-alt afternoon. VVe had been watching this scene for some time when a boatman came our way, and, not to miss our chance we cal-led out 'Wllesitward Ho! as loud as possible. lN'e were soon in the skiff skimming across the ripples of the Thames, and , in good ftime, we had touched the opposite shore. XV'here shall we go, good fellows, since we are here? said Roger Adamson in his usual business-like nranner. Roger Adamson was a tall fellow. His long thin face ended in a pointed beard accentulating his tallness. A moustache was carefully brought to a point sticking straight out on each side of his head so that they did not look unlike a cat's whiskers. In- deed he used them in much t-he 'same way g for w'hen in deep thought which he of-ten was, he would finger them as if to find a hole large enough to crawl through to the soluition of his problem. As to his clothing-it was muc'h the same as what the rest of us were wearing. He had on a pair of high- ly coloured Vene-tian breeches of which the material hardly did justice to the colour and pattern. His red hose formed a great contrast wit-h his green doublet which also had some red. His broad-rimmed purple hat, fitting snugly on 'his head of straight black hair, had a great green feather hanging over it as if it were some protecting hand just about to rest upon his head. 'Tis but two o'clock now. We have yet an hour, responded Jack Hawkins, a short youth who took great pains in keeping his dresis tidy, Thy love will not be there. Love! Fie on thee! But thou kniowesit we must go somewhere, for, if we remain there 'twill gain no good. This is no place f-or thy gains and losses, declared Harry Yonker, a long lanky l-ad who looked more like a living skeleton than a human be- ing, We have come to see a play, not to hear a sermon. Then, he replied in a tone that left nio doubt as to tihe result of Harry's speech, which dost thou