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

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14 TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD NO MORE TOMATOES The contestants in the Magee Cup Race, on October 9, were given added cause to offer thanks when the course of this race was altered at the last minute to frustrate the would-be tomato-throwers, who were lining the route of the procession, equipped with plenty of putrescent vege- table matter. Praise be that these villains are at last foiled! When or why this barbarous custom originated is a mystery, but it seems to go on from year to year with cumulative fury, each generation of rogues offering as his sole excuse, I got it in my new boy year. To this we reply vehemently, Phooey! It is no justification for in- terfering with a School sporting event. If they must interfere with such events, why not go out any day of any week and throw fruit at the football team, or if the victims must be new boys, why not get after them when they are all together in the gym., as they are every evening? The answer would seem to be simple. Either the team en masse, or Mr. Batt, would administer their just desserts. If this is so apparently so, then is it not an act of cowardice to bully the new boys when they are incapable of retaliation? One of these offenders, somewhat irked by having received the proverbial lemon, actually submitted an article for publication in the Record . He bristled with indig- nation at having been so unfairly treated. With many arguments he defended the practice as the natural and just thing to do. What could inspire such a sentiment? Why should the new boys suffer again the sufferings of their predecessors? Thank goodness that even that shadow of extenuation has this year been removed. It is to be hoped that this is the last year in which the notion will be even so much as conceived. However, it does seem rather a pity that it should die out before the

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TRINITS COLLIQCE SCHOOL RECORD 13 Above all, this autumn will surely remain fixed in our memory. For this September, Hitler let slip the dogs of war, and we are again fighting for our very existence against a tyrannous and oppressive people, who, neverthe- less, recognise autumn as der tag. Oh God of our far- flung battle-line, grant that we may once again tread the uplands and look down upon the farmer gathering in nature's bountiful store, secure in the knowledge that the Angel of Peace has once again spread his wings over the land. -J.D.J. VALE I dreamed a dream . . . and in my dream I seemed to be walking, alone, in a huge, sandy valley, bordered on all sides by purple hills. Nothing stirred in the whole length and breadth of this vast plain. The sun was torrid and I sat down to rest awhile. Something moved as I sat, and I perceived to my horror that I was sitting on the hali- buried skull of a man. As I looked, a thin, reedy voice seemed to issue from the iieshless jaws and cracked teeth, and the dark shadows of the empty eye-sockets seemed to fix me with eyes long dead. The thin, high voice, like the sound of the wind Whistling over a bleak moor, addressed me: Look on me, O Earthling, and take heed. Many aeons ago I, too, lived, laughed and loved. I gave no thought to the passing of the years, and here I lie, buried in this silent valley of the dead, doomed to lie all Eternity in this dread canyon of no return. The voice trailed off, and I realised with sheer, stark horror that I was listening to my own ghost. I HJ.D.J.

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TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD 15 Headmaster's jesting suggestion might be carried out: that the tomato-throwers be made to run around the course and the new boys posted to try their own skill. ee--K.G.P. NEW BOYS' PICNIC, 1939. The morning of Sunday, September 17th dawned bright and sunny, and there was much in store for it. New Boys, appearing for the first time in their Sunday finery, of stiff collars and navy blue suits, were informed at the breakfast table that they would depart for the New Boys' Picnic half an hour after morning Chapel. By eleven o'clock everyone was ready . . . in old clothes now . . . and soon there was a mad rush for the nearest cars. There was room for everyone, however, and in a few moments the cars were speeding off. The destination was reached without mishap, and we all piled out and began to look around the spot. It was ideal . . . cool and shady, surrounded by a semi-circular grove of cedars to one side, on the other was a rather dilapidated wooden rail fence separating it from a fiat, stony pasture. Mr. Morris industriously prepared and lit a fire, and for several minutes we were busily occupied in finding suitable wood for the same, of which there was plenty. The rest of the morning was occupied with a spirited game of baseball, in which Mr. Ketchum, Langmuir and Pearson joined with a will. The lunch was interesting to Watch. A long line was formed, with much pushing and shoving, and hamburgers were meted out thereto, ino pun intendedj. Then came lines for seconds and thirds of hamburgers. Finally the ice cream and cones were brought out. Lines were formed for firsts, seconds and when it came to the line for thirds, it was found that there were not enough cones for the en-