Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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TRINITY co1.LEGE SCHOOL 1fgECoP.o Y V Third Team-1928 J. A. Irvine, D. G. Mcffullagh. ESQ.: A. Depencier. M. Sowards, G. Harvey, D. Neville. max: S. H. Ambrose. H. Savage, max: N. Kirk, max. H. M. Johnson, ma.: J. Law, max, H. R. Hees, D. N. Byers. A. C Stone, F. Jemmett. S. Robertson, W. Cory, Lea. J. Gibson, absent. Fifth Team-1928 P. Howard. ma.: C. Goodday, Esq.: K. C. Daivc. Y A. H. Wilkinson, ma.: T. L. Taylor. T. Archibalfl. G. L. Neville, ma ll. W. McLean. H. Paterson. R. F. Choxvn. H. W. Allan, G. B. Savage, ma.: C. B, Ross, I Chxvperthxvaite, ma.: A. R. C3l'l'-H3l'l'lS, C. N. Robson, NY, S Lvggat, W. Crossen.

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TRINITY tiOl,I.l later, as the curtain rose on the opening number, a musical one. At first. Sholmes paid no attention to the stage, but schooled Jotson in his part, simply that he was to be the ordinary theatre-goer and to keep his eyes on the hypuotist all through his turn. The detective then sank into a reverie and only came to when the card went up announcing: Ilarley, the Hypnotist. The stage then showed a weird assortment of property: an electric chair with all its horrid paraphe1'nalia, a black-velvet covered box, long black curtains in the background, two sable black cats on the box, and three I-Iindus as assist- ants. To the music of In a Persian Market, the principal entered, also clad in black: a tall, thin man, with nothing startling in his appearance, but a tremendous strength of face lit up the most compelling eyes Sholmes had ever seen. He opened with the usual hypnotising of his servants, making them do ridiculous things in their trance. Then with the cats as his genii he caused one of the Hindus to carry the huge chest like a feather which the three together could not lift when free from the spell, and so on. Apparently his tour de force was coming, whatever that was, as the audience was plainly expectant. Everything was cleared from the stage but two Hindus, and Harley turned to the audience to speak. Jotson played his part while Sholmes was watching the floor in another dream. Suddenly the de- tective felt a madman's clutch on his arm, Jotson was on his feet, fighting his way along the passage between chairsg the panic was again in full swing, even the occupants of the stage were terror-stricken, but Sholmes saw no reason for excitement. He was satisfied. Jotson was lost in the mob, but the detective battled his way along the passage he had taken and found him at last a sorry figure, crumpled up in a settee in the foyer. Quick, said Sholmes, pull yourself together: there's work to do. You saw it, eh? Well, come with me. With that he marched Jotson outside, round to the stage-door, and up to the managers room. Poor Flaubert was a terrible spectacle, when they entered. Flanked by two detectives of the Surete, he was crying like a child and bemoaning the ruin of his theatre. Sholmes stopped him short, and asked him to lead the way to Harley's room. 'lt I IC SVIIOUI, ltI'It'0Itll ll They were lltllll' too soon for the hypnotist yta- on tbc point ol' leaving. Well, Klonsiclir llarlcy. tlicrt-'s one man you didn't reckon on in the audience. and bc has come to arrest you. Utliccrs, arrest this man. Ilarley made no resistance, but sat down on tht- nearest chair with the air of a much inalign--d indix idnal. The detectives, however, watched hiin close-ly, while Flaubert was asking Sholmes to explain. I-'irst lct nic use the telephone, said the detectixt- llt- called the l'refecture, got Lecoq at once, and spoke rapidly. asking him to have Count Ladislas Waleski arrested as soon as they could lay hands on him. 'llhen he turned to the anxious manager. Well, Monsieur I laubert. to put it shortly and simply, Ilarley hypnotised the whole house bllt me, because I was prepared. lt's the same trick as I believe responsible for the Indian rope business: you know, where a boy shins up a rope, with a Ilindn at his heels with a knife in his teeth, and up. tip ont ot' sight. until one by one the boys severed limbs come tumbling down, and so forth. It's possible, and tonight rind last night he put the whole house in a momentary trance, even Jotson here. I remained immune because I counted the buttons on the chair in front of me. 'l'hat's the way. isn't it, Harley ? As long as the mind is busily occupied on something totally unrelated to the general situation it cannot be enslaved. The telephone bell rang. and Sholmes took up the receiver and said after a minute: Yes, good, then you'll get him as he comes in. Hanging up, he turned to his amazed listeners. The Comte Waleski will be in Lecoq's hands within half an hour. That's the man, isn't it, Harley 7 The hypnotist merely nodded. I called on you today, by the way. in the Rue d'An,iou where Waleski's man, I think, led me. to solve my simplest case. I only wanted to confirm the relations between you and the Comte. The 'ghost' never gave me any anxiety, as long as a master hypnotist was on the bill. The only thing that still troubles me is why you could have been so foolish to undertake something that was bound to be laid at your door. Harley spoke at last in a mysterious voice: That you will never know, M. Sholmes, clever as you are. Whatever the cost, I had to do it, that's all. .L fliarul Across the seas, across the tossing seas, The echoes of the Xmas bells ring clear, And all the air is full of whispered songs That from cathedral, or from village street, Rise shrill upon the frosty air, to join In one grand anthem, sweetly harmonized, The lowly carol on the doorstep, sung By children's half-starved voices, as they seek The hard-earned penny for the Christmas toy, Yet wakes an echo in the hearer's breast: An echo of a far-off melody, First heard by shepherds in Judaean fields. - As, huddled in their mantles 'gainst the frost, Their eyes were dazzled by the angelic choir, That sang their Gloria to the little Child. And wrote that anthem in the starry skies, That softly, as the falling snow, descends Upon the earth of faith. Sing, children, sing: Sing high, sing low, and with your carolling Encircle all the lands of Christendom With Christmas harmony and Christmas love, That rich and poor, young and old, may be United in the worship of a Babe Whose name to all was Love, whose message Peace! -Feast of St. Nicholas, 1926. -S. S. H. 'llulr Gibr- Haul again the Yule-log, Pray once more for snow, Cut again the holly bough. Anew a-sleighing go. Let hands and feet all tingle Nor care though they are blue. By night lie round the ingle. tAt Yule all tales are true.l In bed recall wild stories Of men their blood-thirst slaking, Of cruel doings 'neath the moon, And loaded gibbets creaking. Watchful wait in darkness For night-stirrings of the dead. For sight of ghostly garments Below a ghostly head. This do as did your forbears. Have every old bell chime. Keep fresh and green and ever-new The joys at Christmas time.

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TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD 133 X! ' , f! V '- A lx V fl ll vt Z!!! , r In Mmffj X N 1 ,ww I nffflfillf. LAN ly-iu 'I N-1' XT'-li 'mu' Ns TT'I'f'.3, Wlttu jr' V 'wil --1' l i V1 I ' ---fs - l X i - , 'rif- '5 f X 'T'Tgg,lll'lq X T Rx g g w. M. c. X jilitgstcrg ,Slaye- ABANDONING SHIP Besides training the crews in the handling of hidden armament and efiicient disguises, the skipper had to drill his men in a very important ruse, that of abandoning ship. The object of this. of course, was to bring the U-boat close to the ship and to the surface if possible, where she would be a fine mark. To add to the realism of the ruse a panic party. as it was called, was carefully drilled in leaving the ship in confusion, ostensibly aban- doning the ship to its fate. In rehearsing this, an alarm was sounded, which was to denote also whether the sub- marine was to port or starboard. Consequently, the crew who were to remain on board knew enough to pro- ceed to their stations by using the of side. Gun-crews moved to their stations entirely concealed from outside view by using alley-ways and trap-hatches. Now in the case of the ship's being shelled or hit by torpedoes, she was to be abandoned by the panic party, comprising between thirty and forty men, which was the plausible complement of the collier. On the signal all the loiterers on deck rushed to the boats. fol- lowed by a stream of panic-stricken crowds from the fo'c'sle and stokehold, with a fair representation from the bridge. One boat was usually let go with a run end up and to make the party complete one otiicer would exchange hats with the master, and leave the ship last with a parrot in its cage. Now the ship was to all intents and purposes deserted, but really every gun was manned, with a watch on the bridge and in the engine-room, and a signalman ready to break out the White Ensign. All observation from the bridge was done through slits in the screens, and changing from one side to the other the master crawled along the deck, leaving nothing to chance. The wireless operator in charge remained on the ship, while two juniors accompanied the panic party, and on no account had he to transmit an S. 0. S., if torpedoed, which would have brought naval vessels to the rescue, and therefore spoil all chance of the Loderer being a successful decoy. All this was carefully rehearsed at sea, with those on board lying low till open fire was given, but all the drill was done in the dark, in the dim- light of evening and before dawn. Target practice was more difiicult since it had to take-place in the light: but here chances had to be taken and an area was always selected which, according to Intelligence, was free of enemy submarines,-that is, as far as Intelligence could say. Long before the Loderer had been in action, there was a rumor abroad that somehow the enemy had got wind of her fitting out, so that on the masters suggestion the Admiral gave her the name of Farnborough, and the Loderer was reported as sunk. This of course gave some folks at home some anxiety which, of course, was soon allayed. However, it had its humorous side, for some of the crew had made the loss of the ship very realistic in their letters home, and, as a result, had new socks, jerseys, etc., sent by their sweethearts. Her training complete, the Farnborough was ordered from Plymouth to Queenstown. her base to be. There, in the determination to guard the secret ot' her identity. her crew openly abused Navy and sympathized with those who did. Playing the part of merchant mate. Lieutenant Beswick told an individual. trying to board. to go to Jericho. This was the C.-in-V. ot' Queenstown. Admiral Sir Lewis Bayly, but his only remark afterwards was: Quite right: I like your ship. On her first day out on serious business. the Farn- borough sensed the danger of her undertaking. The air was alive with messages indicating the whereabouts of submarine activity and, in addition. a few S.O.S's. The south coast of Ireland seemed to be the happy hunt- ing grounds, and there they steamed with hope running high. At first nothing was encountered, but the mystery ship's routine went on with the usual seriousness: before sunrise, exercise panic party. after which watch and watch at the guns. cruising stations : then followed a strict daily routine till sunset. when preparations were made for changes in disguise. After sunset all hands on deck to alter appearance in one of the ways already described. Although at tirst not a sight was seen of a U-boat, the c1'uising was exciting. as from day to day it was a constant effort to meet one, whose position in her last appearance we had by wireless. This went on for days till the ship ran out of bunker coal. but so anxious was the skipper to do something material that he filled up from his cargo sooner than return to base. The nearest thing at this time was a false alarm. when the order was given Helm over to ram. This was in the deceptive light of dusk when a low object was sighted. which turned out to be a patrol sloop. Naturally. she asked questions. but was apparently put off with the signals: Helm jammed : nevertheless she kept follow- ing the Farnborough, which ultimately had to explain in wireless code. Thereafter. the skipper sent out mes- sages to his owner giving position and time due Liver- pool, but still no luck. At last. March 22nd, 1916. while they were steering up the west coast. at daylight. a collier flying no colors. a submarine was sighted awash, which soon submerged. Nothing could be done except steam on as though she had not been seen and hope that she had seen us. The men had already gone to action stations on the tirst alarm of a suspicious object, guns were loaded. the bridge watch alive to the enemy's first move, but on deck A. Hfs and stokers off watch lounging about smoking. apparently very disinterested, and yet the next minute might see the .ship blown sky-high. The wait was interminable. yet may have been very short by the clock. Along came the torpedo at T a.m., and the Farnborough made no attempt to avoid it. Fortunately, the bubbles of the track showed it to have