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

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Flittermice (Rundall) Stanford Seniors Violin — Minuet Mozart Pastorale Hurlstone Songs — If All the World Were Paper (17th Century) „ Shaw The Owl (Tennyson) Parry The Rats Waif or d Davies Juniors Quartette — The Long Day Closes (Chorley) Sullivan Songs — Dawn Gentle Flower (Barry Cornwall) S. Bennett The Blasksmith Brahms Physical Drill. Song — Up from Somerset (Weatherley) Sanderson Mr. M. A. Ellissen Part Song — Rolling to Rio (Rudyard Kipling) German Solo — Orpheus With His Lute (Shakespeare) Sullivan J . Bishop Violin — Traumerei Schumann Dance Dittersdorf Seniors Songs — The Witches ' Steeds (Ogilvie) Harris A Wonderful Prophecy (18th Century) ... Buck God Save the King The Lost Livy (Below we print a copy of a manuscript recently dis- covered by a well-known professor of French who, we under- stand, is offering a liberal reward for the best translation) : — Dea Mater: — Heri sit an ritu a lina to fori ambacto mi studes. Cine has a vi o linter plaga solas is mus ac ille prone. Bos an misse arno longa mu sic made nt ire leas a lotus ille assis strumoso horride; mysta sed it-ne allec ilium. 20

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The School Concert The Annual Concert was held in the Big School on April 2nd. Some two hundred parents and other visitors arrived, and appeared to enjoy the concert and physical drill. The chief feature of the concert was, undoubtedly, the accompany- ing of Weld ii, Garrard and Bishop. We will not write details of the programme, as the following letter sums it up very well: AN OUTSIDER ' S POINT OF VIEW I went there a stranger, unknown to my host and hostess, not knowing even the name of any of the boys. I went ex- pecting to be bored, and remained to be interested and charmed: to find the programme all too short, and to be convinced that Miss Lonsdale, through her musical powers and patience has worked wonders with her material in the very limited time that the school hours allow for practising — ten minutes every morn- ing and half an hour once a week. Knowing how this little time would be over before it had scarcely begun, I can not say too much in praise of the tone, tune and time of the singing of the delightful but far from easy part songs which charmed my ears. It was pleasant, too, to see the keenness of the singers and the accompanists — they wanted to sing and they wanted to play, and, as a doctor friend beside me said, they could not have had a more healthy exercise, good for minds and bodies. The attitude of the boys in the audience added much to my pleasure. It was an example for many a grown-up — no talking or ragging — all interest and silent attention. The Physical Drill turn came in the interval, and while enjoying the excellence of the discipline, one could only mur- mur blessings on the British Navy — may its shadow never grow less, axe or no axe. What more can I say of my pleasure in a delightful after- noon except that I hope to be allowed to enjoy another like it next year. THE PROGRAMME Songs — The Sea King (Barry Cornwall) Stanford Blow Winds (Anon) Stanford 19

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Buxum mel rosis in a tempora turn an is offendit at pris- tine novelle te. Saucias! Parca offert me some candeat his ex pense. O mi! Hae ad sum jam forte an fatur is his turn. Hicce istic is notabit longa sin si addit lato nite. Boo! Uno Crispe, hacsa fuse pusionis ne an in his loca. O meo! Meo! It is a realtera fore ne ali ad me. Reple sensis scis. Sensum moneto me, i votiva ritu sum. Adeo, no more, SONI. Empire Day, 1924 Empire Dav, 1924, was marked by no flag wagging or vain speechifying on the greatness of that Empire on which the sun never sets, but by an expedition which appeared, per- haps, to some as an attempt to drive to the limits of our own local realm, getting back only when the sun had set on our own particular bit of Empire. In other words, the whole motor fleet was mobilized to convey as many as possible to Parksville. Jupiter Pluvius, though threatening, proved in the end propitious, and without any serious contretemps or excitement, one by one the cars dis- gorged their human contents at the hospitable doors of Island Hall, 70 full miles away from the shades of the prison house, to quote the Sixth Form, so lovingly adapting Wordsworth lines to their own case. The exact number who were lucky enough to get seats, or was it knees, escapes the chronicler. The party arrived, however, in time for those who wished to have a bathe and for some to be out in a sail boat, very kindly lent to us. Lunch followed; excellent, I am sure, as I fail to recollect a single boy grumble; a wonderful tribute to any meal pro- vided by a school authority. After lunch various diversions were indulged in, some slept, some wrestled with carbureters, one sang an Episcopalian song for a non-Episcopalian bet, the result of which was the Studebaker carrying another load to Alberni and back, just to see how far it was! 21