Shawnigan Lake School - Yearbook (Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia Canada)

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An unaccompanied quartette gave pleasure for the rea- son of the parts being sung in tune, which is no easy matter where the parts are moving slowly. Bishop sang a Metropolitan Boat Song with a clue ap- preciation of the rhythm which gave the character to the song. He took his notes simply and without strain. Other numbers on the programme were performed with equal merit ; in each case the leads indicated by Miss Lons- dale were taken up with a quickness and precision which spoke of the thoroughness of their studies. The careful and musical accompanying of several items by Bishop were also deserving of great praise. Mrs. Baiss very kindly played several pieces for us dur- ing the afternoon, while Commander Kingscote must have derived a good deal of satisfaction from the excellent display of his P. T. Team. The Programme Words by Music by The Vagabond - - R. L. Stevenson T. F. Dunhill Bird of the Wilderness - - James Hogg, 1770 Bainton Piano Solo— The Lark - Balengrieve Danse Negre - Cyril Scott MRS. BAISS Hunting Song ------- Harris The Wind - Christina Rosetti Sir E. Bridge A Rose Has Thorns - - Christina Rosetti Lloyd The Sky in the Pool - - - Dunhill Quartette — As Torrents in Summer - Longfellow Elgar PHYSICAL DRILL Sir Eglamore - - from The Melancholy Knight, 1615 Twelve by the Clock - ... Lloyd Piano Solo — Invitation to the Dance ... Weber MRS. BAISS Wander Thirst ------ Walford-Davies Santa Lucia (Neapolitan Song) - J. BISHOP Allan-a-Dale - Pearsall The Jolly Miller ------ 17th Century The Hailstorm - Wordsworth S. Nicholson GOD SAVE THE KING Page Seventeen

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Preliminary Course, Junior Grade — No. of candidates entered 8, passed 6. J. L. Roaf, W. G. H. Roaf, J. K. Halley, J. D. Ross, R. F. D. Phillips, A. G. Crisp. FROM OUR PARISIAN CORRESPONDENT I have not the pen of your grandmother, Nor yet the hat of your friend ; No idea where the gardener is, either; Heav ' n knows when this business will end. But in spite of all this, I endeavour To speak as much French as I can, And I always reply to whatever I ' m asked : Oui, nous n ' avons pas de bananes. M. A. E. SEMI-DETACHED Adamson became attached To sleeping in the Games Room, And there repaired ' most every day With forty winks the aim ; some Seccotine unnoticed lay Upon the floor there one fine day — Not only metaphorical his Attachment to the Games Room. Page Twelve

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THE LIGHT THAT FAILED (A short story, complete in this issue, wherein lies its chief virtue). It was he had set her up originally, and had looked after her for twenty years. He had built a house for her and had been very attentive when she had been more than usually troublesome, for she was, in her good moods, a great help to him, in fact, she was the light of his life— and now she had failed him. He had sought advice everywhere, some of which proved effective for a time, but after a while, as though repenting of her good behavior, she had become worse than ever. Some- thing had to be done about it, for George was becoming morose — he felt that everyone ' s hand was against him ; only that very morning he had gone down to breakfast and found his bacon underdone and the eggs done to a turn- — and then another turn. We had warned him to have nothing to do with her frcm the start ; she would never repay him the expense and trouble, we had said over and over again ; but George was adamant — he liked the look of her, and that ' s all there was to it ; if there was any good in her it would come out under his ministrations ; any bad points he would try to rectify. The climax had come. Fie had gone home one evening and found her in a worse state than ever ; she had steadfastly refused to do anything for him ; life, he thought, was hard indeed. He had looked to her to lighten his life, to be a comfort to him in the long winter evenings with a fire and a book — perhaps a dcg dozing on the hearth, the wind howl- ing outside and the rain beating on the window panes — these are dream pictures he had liked to draw in his thoughtful moments, for he was not as young as he had been, and the pleasures of his younger days no longer tempted him, and physical comforts were becoming more and more necessary to him. He would not put up with her any longer, it was mon- strous ; it was cruel of her to fail him now. He would make one last attempt to win her over, to coax, to cajole her to do what he considered he had a right to expect of her ; at least, no one would say that he was not long-suffering ; but vain ! vain are the efforts of man, all his coaxings, all his cajoleries, Page Eighteen