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

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all his blandishments availed him nothing. She jibbed, she fretted, spat and foamed, and as though unable to endure his attentions any longer, she had hit him with stunning force in the face — (What else did he expect from a twenty-year-old, second- hand electric lighting plant? — Editor). BOXING The finals in the Boxing Competitions were fought off in the Summer Term and not in the Lent Term as in former years. Some alteration in the arrangements had become necessary owing to the unavoidable absence for several weeks of Commander Kingscote. While preliminary rounds were not so full of thrills as they might have been, the discovery amongst some of the Juniors of an unsuspected punch in their right or left hand was as entertaining to us as it was surprising to them. The semi-finals provided some stiff fights, and in at least two cases, the landing of a lucky punch very nearly reversed the order of things. The finals were contested in a manner which was cer- tainly spirited, if perhaps, in one or two cases, it was unortho- dox. In the heavyweights (Adamson vs. Moore I.) the ad- vantage of weight and height was distinctly with Adamson, and Moore deserves every credit for making such a good fight of it. Sanderson, with all the advantages, on the other side, proved a good loser in the light heavies and fought all the way ; while in the middles, Cotton got in some very telling punches but appeared unable to follow up his advantages. The fight for the light-weights was a hard one, and the feather-weights, in which Garrard lost to Roaf I., provided a very pleasing three rounds. The final for the bantams had to be abandoned. Results : Weights Between Winner Heavies — Adamson and Moore I. — Adamson Light Heavies — Morres and Sanderson — Morres Middle— Neel and Cotton— Cotton Light — Osier II. and Schwengers — Osier II. Feather- — Roaf I. and Garrard — Roaf I. Best Loser ' s Cup — Slade Page Nineteen

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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

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ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS Troubled — In answering questions in your exam., don ' t write on more than you are asked. Your query brings to mind the candidate for an exam, who, on being asked for the comparative of bad, wrote worse, and wishing to show that his knowledge did not end there, gave dead as the superlative ; at the same time you must use your dis- cretion in these matters. In answering a question as to where the kings of England were crowned, it would be insufficient to say on their heads. H. J. C. — No, I think your suggestion that Caesar in his dying agonies burst into French is quite wrong; some people think it was English, because of the immortal remark of the woman who said, Eat two, Brute? when she found her husband had eaten both the eggs prepared for breakfast. No, H. J. C, things are seldom what they seem, and sounds and appearances are often deceptive. For instance, Sardine is not the feminine of Tsar, and guerilla warfare does not mean up to their monkey tricks ; nor yet does vacuum refer to the large open spaces where the Pope lives. Harassed — Yes, you are quite right, a man who eats his father and mother is a cannibal, he would be an orphan, too, incidentally, and several other complications would arise. Junior — No, the sausages you get for breakfast are not shot ; the best way to get them is a hand line or strong trol- ling rod. Ignorant — You say that parallel lines are the same dis- tance all the way and do not meet unless you bend them. Well, we have no desire to bend them, so they will remain parallel as far as we are concerned. Sixth Former — I think you will find that Socrates died of an overdose of hemlock — not wedlock. Third Former — Yes, you are quite right ; Mrs. Euclid is reported to have burned some of her husband ' s books, but your presumption that she did so on the grounds that they were too frivolous, lacks corroboration. Naturalist — We regret these columns can not be thrown open to an argument as to whether grass is a vegetable — the theory that a grass widow is the wife of a dead vegetar- ian is an ingenious but a wrong one. Page Twenty