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

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1980 The old man smiled, sighed, answer ' d As one in a dream. How clear the days of that bygone age When I was a boy appear, All the pranks we ' d play From day to day Are each one of them vividly clear. .... And what was it like? You ask, my boy. Much different from your life today A little more primitive possibly We were more like He-men, I dare say. The P.T. bell would rudely shatter rest, And with it dream of turkey drest And picture shows — late morning spent abed Where no Preps, Tests, Detentions, caused one dread. Dart up from bed — right quickly too! The time is short; those seconds few In which to don shirt, shorts, gym-shoes, no more. Strip well the bed, and Don ' t fling bedding on the floor! Then fly downstairs to gulp cocoa And fetch your towel: no loitering though. Now hasten straightway to the gym Where all too soon there is Fall In. Extension — number, form fours, and so on. Swing arms — touch toes — bend back — thus long That soon with breaking back, exhausted limbs One pleads — but with mute eyes For the instructor grins! Foul fiend, thought I ' Tis time thou hast a mortal ' s frame, Yet heartless Satan art thou all the same. A short time more: we race towards the lake. ' Tis Autumn, with white fr ost upon the boathouse floor, That ' s something never to ignore. Cries fill the air of those already in. I shudder at the awful din. This surely is a penance. But For what a sin? I dive to the bottom, up again. It ' s not so cold, but then I must cry out, complain, It is the fashion, this pretending pain. And thus it was we started every day, With almost brutal hardships to endure. But then — We ' ve never felt the worse for them, I ' m sure. — Historicus.

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Shawnigan Lake School Magazine As for the tourists, they were divided in counsel. Mr. A vowed it was the one moment he had waited for all his life and lost himself in the melee. Mr. B thought it his duty to mount guard over the automobile, and he had not long to wait before he received a luscious fig in his left eye. But Mr. C cared for none of these things; he slunk into the car and hid himself on the floor and hoped for the best. At last Mr. B grew tired and seeing Parrado quite near, he summoned him. Almost at that moment Mr. A returned, like the hero come back from the wars, with his face cut, a blue-black eye, a thick ear, and his trousers about a quarter of their original length. But he had at any rate enjoyed himself. Here, you: said Mr. B to Parrado, drive us out of this mess; I guess we didn ' t come here to fight over sugar-knobs. But for another ten minutes his efforts were useless. On rolled the battle until the skies which had been growing grey all along and had at length changed their greyness for a cloak as black as pitch, took matters into their own hands and burst in torrents on the warring streets. The lightnings gave shine and thunders rumbled over- head, and nature alone could finish what man had begun. Back rushed Parrado with the rest of his partisans and made for shelter as fast as he could. Now take us somewhere quieter, said Mr. C when the storm had cleared, and let us see some of the less sugary sights of the place. So off he drove even faster than before with an occasional halt — when he would rush up to some comrade and, flinging his arms around him, shout, Long live De Cespedes and the revolution! Beyond that he really did take the tourists to see the sights of Havannah, which included besides the National Hotel and Morro Castle, the cemetery, the mortuary (in which the mangled corpses of Machado ' s former supporters were produced from refrigerators and exposed to view!) and Par- rado ' s wife and family. And so eventually back to the ship as the shades of night were falling. Among the passengers were to be seen the ex-vice-president and the ex- secretary-to-the-treasury, dejected and humiliated refugees. How are the mighty fallen? said Mr. B as he went over to talk to them. Later he went to dinner with them and as they were sitting down to table Mr. B asked, What is the real cause of the trouble in Cuba? Sugar! replied the ex-secretary-to-the-treasury. We could not get enough sugar produced in Cuba to pay the necessary taxes. Ouch! the ex-vice-president screamed as he sat in his chair. What can the matter be? said Mr. C as he jumped to his help. A pin! replied the dignitary somewhat sulkily. Ha ha! laughed Mr. C. How lucky you are! That is a good omen por- tending your eventual return to power. Don ' t you know the old saying: ' Blessed is he that sitteth upon a pin for he shall surely rise again ' ? And so the evening wore on and brought an eventful day in the lives of Mr. A., Mr. B and Mr. C to a close. Sic transit gloria mundi, said Mr. B. to Mr. C as he wished him goodnight at his cabin door. I don ' t know about the gloria mundi, replied Mr. C, but I fear the rest of the voyage will be sick transit for me after that sight at the mor- tuary!

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« Shawnigan Lake School Magazine FOOTBALL 1933 Shawnigan Lake School vs. 5th Brigade Intermediate XV — Won 23-0 Although they had not played together for seven weeks the School Fifteen quickly found their form in the match against the Fifth Regiment played at Shawnigan on Saturday, January 14th. The pack, although shoving seven against eight, fully held their own but the ball was slow in coming out to the backs. Within three minutes of the start Adams scored a try after a good pass- ing movement by the three quarters, Robertson converting it. Almost immedi- ately afterwards Covernton also scored a try but the kick was charged down. Then the School pack faded away so that the 5 th Regiment took up the attack and penned the School in their own half. Gradually the forwards pulled together and the ball was worked down to the opposite end where Robertson scored a good try after a fine individual effort in the course of which he sold the dummy. Immediately afterwards a splendid dribble by the School pack ended in Brad- ford forcing his way over for a try, the score at half time being 14-0. In the second half the School again attacked at once resulting in a quick try scored by Bird. The 5 th Regiment were kept almost entirely on the de- fensive but kept clearing their lines by good kicking. After fifteen minutes ' play a series of five-yard scrums ended in Bradford scoring another uncon- verted try. Owing to the slippery state of the ball and the heavy ground combined play among the outsides was difficult, but Covernton was always dangerous and shortly before the final whistle Dyson crossed for the last try. For the 5 th Regiment Piddington was conspicuous amongst the forwards and Barker played well outside the scrum. Shawnigan Lake School: Dawson; Covernton, Robertson, Bird, Adams; Mackie, Dyson; Bradford; Lake (captain) , Skrimshire, Shannon, Lawson, Pow- nall, Homer-Dixon, Bishop. 1933-1934 Shawnigan Lake vs. Brentwood — Won 57-0 On Saturday, November 4th, Shawnigan Lake School played Brentwood and won by 57 points to nil. The Brentwood ground was in very good con- dition, and this, combined with a fine day, made for a fast and open game. Brentwood used the eight-man scrum with the result that Shawnigan made full use of their extra man outside. The Shawnigan three-quarters were a little uncertain in their handling in the first few minutes, but quickly settled down and scored a try when Mackie cut through the centre from a loose scrum. Rochfort converted with a good kick. From the kick-off a good three-quarter run took the ball well back inside the Brentwood twenty-five, and it was only the fact that Covernton was excellently tackled that prevented a score. Shortly afterwards Bird scored from a five-yard scrum, and Rochfort again converted well. Another good three-quarter run starting from the halfway line ended in a try by Reed, which was again converted by Rochfort. A free kick was then awarded to Brentwood for foot up in the scrum, but it was not long before Rochfort scored from a movement started by Dawson. The kick at goal 10