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

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Shawnigan Lake School Magazine Mr. Fortune ' s Trial, Bailey; Cappy Ricks, Kyne; Mr. Pepper, Thomson; The Free Fishers, The Courts of the Morning, and A Prince of Captivity, Buchan; The Scarlet Stripe, Taffrail; The Wings of Adventure, Gibs; A Knight on Wheels, Ian Hay; Captain Blood Returns, Sabatini; Very Good, Jeeves, and Money for Nothing, Wodehouse; The Ostrekoff Jewels, Oppenheim; The Golden Scorpion, Rohmer; The Advance of Science, Davis; The Lion, and The Congorilla, Johnson; The Lives of a Bengal Lancer, Yeats-Brown; Lad of Sunnybank, Terhune; The Snows of Helicon, Tomlinson; Mutiny on the Bounty, NordhofT and Hall; Good-bye Mr. Chips, Hilton; Great Pirate Stories, French; The War as I Saw It, Scott; Brazilian Adventure, Fleming; In Search of England, Morton; Russia ' s Iron Age, Chamberlin; Science for a New World, Thomson. O, SI SIC OMNES His parents left him with high hopes That he would knowledge gain, Not realising that he was A boy of little brain. Whenever he was late for class, At which he was adept, His face was sadly penitent. You felt he almost wept. On Sundays, singing in the choir, His lusty voice was heard So loud above the other parts, It sounded quite absurd. He often visited his fort, Where he indulged in food Instead of poring over books, A practice he eschewed. He nightly played the saxophone And gravely pained the ear With high, discordant melodies, Or dirges slow and drear. Undaunted he at any game By coach ' s mighty din. Sarcasm could not penetrate The thickness of his skin. Now when matriculation came, He was distressed to find That all the work he should have done Had quite escaped his mind. So having failed in his exam, He quickly left the school, Prepared to be a business man Chained to an office stool.

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Shawnigan Lake School Magazine venient, and begin to play the piano, while the other would steal up behind and drag him out along the floor. When the curtain rose for the second item a heroine and her family were being turned out of their home, as she refused to marry the villain or pay the mortgage. The hero ' s intervention at the critical moment saved her life, after she had been laid on the railway tracks by the villain as the train, which actually materialized, was approaching. This was easily the best turn of the evening. In the next act we had an insight into what the average boy really imagines goes on in the Masters ' Common Room, how they apparently gloat over a boy caught doing wrong, what puns they make, and how they discuss co-sines. We also learned why a staff rugby team is not formed, and some of the excuses put forward to avoid playing. We then had a brief glimpse of Mr. Segar ' s characters, Popeye and Mr. Geezil, as they lunched at Wimpy ' s restaurant, while Toar stood in the back- ground. There followed a shadow play in which a patient was opened up with a hatchet and had many amazing things taken from his stomach. After the intermission we saw Caesar, who, after asking the omens of the haruspex and meting out justice to many plaintiffs, incurred their wrath and was murdered. As he was expiring, Surgery Ne-ow was opportunely called. A master and four boys, dressed for early morning rugby practice, demanded Koko from Mr. Gim, as they were getting old and the morning was cold. They also praised Tiny the strong and Cicero the trymaker. In the following act a butler admitted a stranger who, after a few formalities, obtained some plans from him by holding him up. By pretending to be electrocuted when opening the door, the butler got the gun and held up the stranger till his master arrived. The ninth act was an election scene, complete with inebriated local yokel chairman and hecklers in the audience. In quick succession we heard Messrs. Aberhart, McGeer, Woodsworth, Bennett and King, each with their several promises. The concert ended with community singing. We went behind the scenes to help dismantle the stage, but found the dangers from falling hammers, pieces of two by four, and such like too numerous, and so retired to bed. THE LIBRARY The following books have been added to the Library during the last year: Beggars ' Horses, P. C. Wren; Ships in the Bay, The Dark Mile and The Flight of the Heron, D. K. Broster; David and Destiny, Ian Hay; The Brother of Daphne, and Jonah Co., Dornford Yates; Jalna, and Whiteoaks of Jalna, M. de la Roche; The Jesting Army, Ernest Raymond; Raiders of the Deep, Lowell Thomas; Men Against the Sea, C. Nordhoff and J. N. Hall; King of the Khyber Rifles, Talbot Mundy; Two Black Sheep, Warwick Deeping; The Return of Bulldog Drummond, Sapper ; Celebrated Cases of Charlie Chan, E. D. Biggers; The Hash Knife Outfit, and Tales of Lonely Trails, Zane Grey; Over the River, and Maid in Waiting, John Galsworthy; Heroes of Modern Adventure, T. C. Bridges and H. H. Tiltman; The Arches of the Years, H. Sutherland; Birds of Canada, P. S. Tauverner; Oliver Cromwell, John Buchan; — 29 —

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Shawnigan Lake School Magazine TO VICTORIA BY BUS AT ABOUT a quarter past nine on a Wednesday morning, we started from . the school towards the village, where we intended to catch the ten o ' clock bus to Victoria. We strode along quite cheerfully, since we were annoying various masters by missing their classes. We passed the garden, where the gar- dener was very busy trying to envelop himself, and the dreary-looking dead plants which he had piled in orderly rows beside him, in a dense cloud of white smoke. Then we went out through the school gate and along the road beside the lake, on the surface of which, much to our surprise, we saw a thin layer of ice that had formed the night before. As we continued on our way we passed the boat house, where one of the cutters had sunk again and was resting on its side in the mud looking very forlorn. Walking briskly on, we soon reached the railway crossing, where we had to wait for a few minutes for a train to com- plete its switching operations, and climbed the hill to the village post office, where we were to buy our tickets. The post office is built onto the front of a very pleasant yellow stucco house in which the postmaster and his family live. As you go in, you see, directly opposite the door, a row of little numbered compartments in some of which are letters, while others are empty. Next to these is the window into the inner office in which is usually seated either the postmaster or his wife. This morning it happened to be his wife, who, after bidding us good morning, asked us what we wanted. We asked for two return tickets to Victoria, and, while she was getting them ready, took the opportunity to have a look about us. The post office was a small room about six feet by twelve. Opposite the door were the compartments where the mail was placed, since there was no delivery. Next to the door, to the left as you came in, was a window, and in the left wall there was another which lighted a writing table. On the rear wall next to the window was a proclamation declaring that balloting would be opened in the Duncan city hall on November the seventh. By the time we had noted all this, the post- mistress had finished our tickets and now told us to go up and wait in the big car parked on the hillside opposite the post office. We got in and had waited a few minutes when the side door of the post office opened and the postmaster came out, followed by a small terrier who, when the door was opened, lea ped into our laps where he proceeded to make himself completely at home. As soon as everybodv was settled satisfactorily, we started on our way to meet the bus at the Millstream store on the Island Highway. When we arrived, the bus was not there, and so we waited in the car for it to come. After a short space of time, the sound of its horn was heard over the hill and it drew up beside us. We got in and, as soon as the driver and the postmaster had completed their arrangements in the rear, which seemed to necessitate the unloading and reloading of all the baggage on the bus, we started for Victoria. The bus went fairly fast and soon reached the ferry slip, where it had to wait for a few minutes while the ferry was completing the operation of dock- ing, which seemed to be very complicated, requiring much quick sta rting and stopping of the engine. At last, however, she was suitably placed and we were able to go aboard. We spent half an hour on the ferry crossing the bay. On our right the — 31 —