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

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TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD , HAPELT om On Sunday, September 20, the Chaplain spoke in Chapel. He chose as his text the passage, I therefore run, not as uncertainlyg so iight I not as one that beateth the air. This statement of St. Paul's , the Chaplain continued, points out that everyone must have a purpose or goal in life, and that in order to achieve this goal there are many luxuries and enjoyments that we must forgo. He then asked us to look back to last year, and to examine ourselves. How can we improve? Firstly, we must be certain that we have a definite and unselfish objec- tiveg secondly, be sure that it is practical, thirdly, write it down and look at it every day. In closing, the Chaplain gave us an example of what to aim at by pointing out how Christ exemplified in His life the two great commandments. ADDRESS BY THE HEADMASTER On Sunday, September 27, the Headmaster spoke in Chapel. His address is printed below: It has been said that the sporting spirit of the English- man makes him always want to help the Lmderdog, the fellow who is losing but putting up a brave fight. We know in ourselves how true that saying is: if our team is losing but making a gallant stand, we are just as proud of them as if they were winning. If the opposing

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6 TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD Association or a gathering at Port Hope. For some time he served on the Committee of the O.B.A. His loss will be deeply felt, and our deep sympathy goes out to his mother and sister. N. H. G. SNELGROVE Flying Officer Norman H. G. Snelgrove had been re- ported missing, and on October 14, it was announced in Chapel that he had been killed in action with the R.C.A.F. Overseas. His name is now added to the ever growing list of those courageous men who have given their lives and future in the service of their country. To Mr. A. H. N. Snelgrove, his father, and to his family go our deepest sympathies. THE REV. V. C. SPENCER C99-'05, His many friends were shocked to hear in the late summer of the serious illness of Victor Spencer. He had been doing much travelling and speaking and though he complained of his throat, no one thought he was suffering from anything but a temporary ailment. In September it was revealed that he was seriously ill and he died in Toronto, on October 17th. Victor Spencer came to the School in 1899, one of four brothers who attended T.C.S. He remained for six years and had a most distinguished career, being a Prefect and winning the Chancellor's prize for coming head of the School, the Governor General's medal in Mathematics, two years running, and the Rev. F. A. Bethune Scholarship to Trinity College. He was ordained in 1911 and was for a short time assistant at St. George's Church, Toronto. In 1913, he went to Japan as a missionary, and for twenty-nine years he served faithfully and with much distinction in that field. He married Kate Rigby, niece of The Rev. Oswald Rigby, Headmaster 1903-13. and she and one son, Chris- topher, survive him.

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S TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD team is losing and making a grand and sporting iight for it, we feel an urge to cheer them on. Fortunately we have probably never seen one of our teams give up just because the other boys got aheadg We always try hard until the final whistle. But if we should see a team give in before the end and let the others romp through them, what a heartsick feeling we should have. Perhaps we have seen a boy give up, go slack and make no effort to succeed in work or in games. We know what a grave mistake it is, how tragic for his future, and we feel that a life has been wasted, a life that had glorious possibilities, as every life has, if only the spark had been there. It is the spirit of man that counts in this life, I have said it to you before and it cannot be repeated too often. Your good spirit is the spark that turns your latent energy into real power and carries you forward. Think for a moment of some of the recent illustrations of undying spirit. Still ringing in my ears is the gallant voice of the Mayor of Warsaw in those first terrible days of the War when the German army, with a hitting power unprecedent- ed in history, encircled the city and called for its surrender, threatening to annihilate it and its inhabitants were the ultimatum refused. The mayor was a man like you or me whose years in oflice had been spent in building up a great modern city with all its comforts and beauties. When many were panic stricken and fled as best they could, he stood his ground and refused to give in to such a brutal and ruthless tyranny of force. And so, night by night, he radioed his brave challenge to the world, always pre- ceding his remarks with the bars of Chopin's glorious Polish music, the Polonaise, great heart-stirring music well suited to the heart-stirring heroic words which were to follow. With the city being smashed to bits before his eyes. his family and friends killed or wounded or fleeing, he would not give in, but flung his challenge to the mur-