Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FOR THE SCHOOL YF.-XR 194141941 'iiurh Bzaherhrnnk Max Aitken, who later became Lord Beaverbrook, was born in Ontario in 1879. He was a newspaper boy, even when studying law. He also did many other odd jobs. Later he helped a young lawyer named RB. Bennett, who was afterwards to become Prime Minister of Canada. On one occasion he was invited to a party at which he thought he would meet people who could help him, but he was told that he was not wanted, as he had once been a newsboy. Aitken began making his fortune when he suggested close cooperation among different banks, and later went to Trinidad to establish electric light services there. He met strong resistance, but finally he succeeded. He next reorganised the cement industry, which helped him to become very wealthy At thirty years of age he left for England, and made many friends among whom was Bonar Law who helped him to become an NLP., and met Rudyard Kipling. Aitken was a Colonel in the first 1Yorld 1Yar, and in 1916 the King made him Baron Beaverbrook of New Brunswick. 1Yhen he left the government he bought the London Daily Express. Later Prime Minister Churchill, knowing Beaverbrook to be a strong leader, made him Minister of Supply. To-day, the little Canadian newsboy stands as a powerful fighter in the cause of Democracies. R. D., Form 2. The Svtarrp Iiaeahens The night was ffiff, The ,ffzzry were hrighr, The moan wax ri.vi11g over lhe hilf. .ind Oh ! lhaf war ez foziehv fight. Jlerezulv, I'e1z1z.r, and millions of .vmr.r, The Dipper, the Hzmier were hright and dear, Satzzrh wilh ringx, and roxy M'zzr.r, The .dairy hezzziem .veemefi very near. S M., Form 2, 131 l

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SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE Qu Exciting Zlntihent ?1Buring jlilp 'Uatation I think the most exciting incident during my vacation was a trip to Les Echafauds du Basque. It is a bay about six miles up the St. Lawrence river from Tadoussac, and has two small islands at its mouth. We left on a lovely day after lunch and crossed over to the other side of the Saguenay on the ferry to St. Catherine's Bay. From then on we rowed in small boats, keeping close to shore. We arrived there about 6 P.M. after which we pitched the tents, and cooked our- selves a meal. That evening I found a baby rabbit which was very frightened, so I let him go. The next morning there was a dense fog, and it was raining hard. We had to get up at -L .-LM. to catch the tide at a certain point to give us enough water to cross the reef into St. Catherine's Bay, so we had breakfast and started out. We had to keep close to shore all the way, and steer by compass, as the fog was so thick. It was very slow going, as we had to keep a sharp look out for rocks. :Xt length we arrived at the reef, where we found the tide running out very fast, so Mum and Dad jumped out and pulled the boat over the reef into deeper water. We just got over in time. Then we rowed across the bay to the ferry and home. R. C. BI., Form 2. The Jfall of Qlisetbuslnhakia De.vf':'ffd hr lhfir F7'?l1flI and R14.v.via11-fi-iwzdf, The Czfrhf wart' 0:-w'u'hrh1zni hy German mighty The other zzzzfiom .rm1'li- ,mtv their pfight, Bn! gave no aid, flu'-v lhought lha1friend.rhip mmdr. .iff qizarrrlf tcilh the Germmug hu! if .rendf Em'01u'agf'n1f211 10 Hitfrrg al the .fight Qf' zzafiom .frnred lo .ray lhe Czerlzx were right, He faughx: a'f'.fpi.ve,f fafh who him hfy'rif11d.v. Sm1'e!e21!zz111i wax loft .tix monlhf hfforf' .17 Jlznzirlz, -:share the Germmir signed a peace I1'ifh men who tried thix wrrlvlied war to ware Ere il bfgllilj thus aff Czffh palrioly mu' The farm' Qf Czefh and Slot-ak wilhonf war 7 3 I I1 haizdx of German froopt and :muted polirr. J. S. M., Form 6. l30l

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SI-ILWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE English lanhscape ' X at ji' brilliant sun shining through the open window . . Iorning mist rising from the ground l Wooded, undulating country rolling oli' into the distance, broken only easy , by sleepy, little cottages l Chirping early birds l Budding trees l That is an English Landscape. F 51 tl Throughout the day a feeling of sleepiness pervades the air, finding its way into one's inner soul, putting it at rest. This feeling is further enhanced by the buzzing of crickets and perhaps the faint lowing of cattle or the baaing of sheep. Across the fields, the sleepy silence and lack of movement is only disturbed by the frisking of rabbits, delighting in the sunshine. ln the woods the air is alive with little rustlings, so different from the lifelessness of field. Inside the wood, under the ancient trees, all is cool, and rays of sunshine filter through the branches, mottling the undergrowth and lichened trunks. Perhaps a squirrel crosses one of these paths of light. Then one sees a transformation. From the rather dark colour of a squirrel's coat in shadow, the pelt changes from this to a brilliant, flaming colour, beautiful to see. Then it loses itself in the shadows once again. Coming out again into the brilliant sunshine, our eyes are dazzled momentarily. Recovering from our blindness, a sun-baked village appears before our eyes. A few old people wandering through the streets, dogs barkingg shop-fronts and houses looking baked in sunshine, one can see the inhabitants leaning on their door-posts, pufting at their briar pipes. Their faces are lined and soiled, but the countenances of elder folk betray the same determination to conquer the stubborn soil as is just beginning to evidence itself on the faces of the younger. Looking into these hard old faces, the same determination is re- Hected in all, the determination to persevere until victory is won. It is this quality which has made the British nation what it is to-day. Suddenly around the corner comes the village character, an oldish man with a lined face. His main asset seems to be that he can consume more intoxicating liqucr than any other man in the village without becoming inebriated. He had been at one time the village scoundrel, and he has but slightly reformed in character. Passing on from this not unusual scene of maudlin Mark , as he is affectionately called, our eyes are involuntarily drawn toward a wood on our right. A beautiful blaze of colour rises up before us as a vision, a vision of bluebells peeping at us round the boles of the trees. For a moment our eyes feast upon them, drinking in all their rich colour. Then we wander into the wood, absorbing one of the many wonders of the English land- scape. Y. D., Form 6. l33l