University of Toronto Schools - Twig Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE TWIG That is the history of John Graves Sim- coe's life, and l think you understand why we should respect him as The Father of Upper Canada. ln conclusion, I should like to mention that a statue has been erected in Queen's Park in memory of this great hero. A Calamity LORNE SHEWWELT One beautiful summer day, l was walking with my cousin across the bridge at Kin- cardine, Ontario, and we stopped to look over. There below us, on a narrow strip of land beside the bridge, walked a very small boy of about eight years, who was going fishing. ln a few minutes we went to the other side just in time to see this same boy trip over the log into twenty feet of water. As soon as l saw what had happened, l went to the lighthouse that was nearby and yelled, Help, as loudly as l could. The lighthousekeeper ran out. He got into his small boat and was soon feeling around with a long pole for the body. Soon a large crowd, including the doctor, gathered round. Twenty minutes later there was a yell from the boat, ul got 'im. Everybody rushed over to the side to see him hauled into the boat on a rope which had gang hooks on the end. The doctor was called to the boy and worked on'him for over fifteen minutes, but could not revive him. Among the various onlookers was the boy's father, a baker, with his white apron, and his hands covered with dough. He felt so badly that he had to go home. The undertaker came and took the body away. On Sunday there was a large funeral which was attended by almost everyone in town. This is an experience that one would never wish to have happen again: it is a thing that one can never forget. Autumn Leaves The livid hue of red o'erspreads The gentle summer green, Where emerald cloaks once rustling hung A spreading yellow tinge is seen. Now the heralds of winter's blast Sweep the dying leaves away: They fall a fluttering blanket down, To warm dame earth for winter's stay. Their cheerful colours fade away into a dark and dingy brown, They are covered and forgotten now, 'Neath winter's snowy gown. Amateur Explorers GEORGE RONALD About three years ago at Woodland Beach, on Nottawasaga Bay, Lake Huron, an interesting thing was discovered. A group of boys, who were on a hike, came upon what looked like an old, dried-up well. It was about thirty feet in circumference. and six feet deep. Upon descending into it, they found that the rocks around the sides had bullet marks on them. They wondered what that could mean, but, as they could find nothing else, they went ong they did not even say anything when they returned home. After about a year had passed, an item appeared in one of the Toronto daily papers. It read:- Near Woodland Beach, Ont., an old fort has been found. The clues and traces thereabouts lead authorities to believe it to be one of Sieur de Champlain's forts, used during one of his trips down that way. The boys found out later, that it was the so-called old well, and it gave them a real thrill. They have been interested to know also that the remains of La Salle's Griffin were found near there this summer.

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THE TWIG The Biography of Colonel John Graves Simcoe JARVIS LYONS IB john Graves Simcoe-that name Will live on forever. Right well did he deserve the honoured title, The Father of Upper Canada, given him by Canadians. We are now going to look into the history of his life, and find out why we, too, should accept him as the Father of Upper Canada. Simcoe was born in Northern England, the son of an ofhcer who fought with Wolfe at Quebec. Naturally, he had a strong fighting disposition and it was not surprising that he soon joined the British Army, who were in the midst of the revolutionary war. He soon showed his talents, and before long was made an officer, but his great career started in 1791 when he was appointed first Clov- ernor of Upper Canada, by the Constitu- tional Act of l79l. The Upper Canada of Simcoe's day was quite different from the Upper Canada of to-day. It was then an almost impenetrable forest. To-day in its place, towns, cities, and farms are thriving. instead of Wide paved roads with automobiles, dirt roads with old ox-carts drawn by oxen, or horses, were the only means of transportation. It was to such a province that Simcoe came as Governor in l792. His ideas of government were very much unsuited to a pioneer province as Upper Canada was then. He had hoped to estab- lish an aristocracy of Military Officers and landed settlers who could constitute the gov- ernment. But he soon learned that the people who elected the members of the assembly chose men like themselves for the office. This disappointed Simcoe, but he threw himself with energy into the duties of his position. ln the few years he was Gov- ernor, he did as much or even more than anyone else in opening up a new, larger, and better colony-that of Upper Canada. ln l792, the first Parliament of Upper Canada met at Newark, a little town on the Niagara River, which had been chosen as the Capital. This first Session was opened by Simcoe with all the pomp and ceremony that attends the British Parliament. A can- non boomed from the fort, and Governor Simcoe arrived, accompanied by a Military escort. He read a speech and then they started the Session, in a manner similar to that done in London, England. Acts were passed establishing trial by jury, and using British law as the law of the province. ln the Session of I 793 provision was made for certain bounty payments, etc., but the most important Act of the year was the one abolishing slavery. This was passed as some of the Loyalists were getting into the habit of having negroes as slaves. Simcoe also had a bill passed, providing free grants of land to settlers, if they would take an oath of allegiance to the British Govern- ment. Simcoe now became convinced that war between Britain and U.S. could not be averted and deemed it unsafe to have the Provincial Capital as close to the border as Newark was. So in 1793 he made an ex- ploration trip and finally chose London as the Capital. It certainly would have been the Capital, but Lord Dorchester of Quebec disapproved of it, as he wanted Kingston made the Capital. And finally York was chosen as a compromise. After that dis- agreement with Lord Dorchester, Simcoe never got along with him and in 1796 Simcoe asked to be recalled. l-le was again appointed Governor, this time of San Domingo, but as his health failed him in the tropical climate of this island, he returned to England again. Later he was appointed Commander-in-Chief of india, but before taking over the duties he died, in l806.

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THE T WI G Fairy Gold RICHARD HOLDEN Among our family traditions is a humor- ous tale about an early Scotch ancestor of mine who settled in Lanark County under lVlcNab. This ancestor, McGregor by name, was rather addicted to drink and, returning one evening through the forest from a soaking as he put it, he fell asleep by the road. Meanwhile, at the settlement, his sweet- heart Ellen was besieged by another suitor, this one the young lVlcNab. Ellen, having money, had failed to pay the tax, and young lVlcNab was offering some money to let her pay her tax and to permit him to win a high place in her favour. ln a fit of rage Ellen seized the bag of gold and threw it out the window. lVlcC-regor was dreaming-dreaming of the bag of Fairy Gold. He imagined himself to add another word to the Fairy Song and in his dream he shouted it out. He still slept. Gradually the effects of the liquor wore off and he awoke. Suddenly he started, for there in front of him lay a gold piece. A little farther on another, and then! There lay a bag of gold! His dream was true. He picked it up, and running into the vil- lage offered it to Ellen, saying the Fairies had brought it to him. She accepted it, little thinking it was lVlcNab's gold. A little later lVlcCregor was married to Ellen and they lived to a ripe old age on their bag of Fairy Gold. Refreshing PETER H. AYKROYD This summer while exploring a creek which takes the flow of water from the lake upon which we camp, my father, brother, and l came upon natural falls dropping eight feet over limestone. Set back from the stream was an old squatter's cabin appar- ently long since deserted. After exploring this for a time dad made the suggestion that We should get into our bathing suits and get under the falls. Before long we were all struggling toward the drop of the falls. l anticipated being bowled over and swirled away by the current but as my hold on the rock was secure l did not budge. The sensation of tons of water being hurled over you, and the distinct roar of the current are unbelievable. lt made me feel as cool and refreshing as the proverbial cucumber. l saw through the foam a small alcove in the rock and, taking a deep breath, l ploughed through the foam and crawled into the small cave. There was not sufficient air for me to stay, but the brief space of time l was enclosed l shall never forget. Through the gurgling water l caught a glimpse of the sun sparkling on the foam-flecked stream, and the damp trickle of water on my back was the finest feeling imaginable. l burst into the open again to find my father looking for me down the stream in the swirling eddies that twisted over the rocks. His pleasure in finding me safe was per- haps as great as my pleasure during the short time l was in those eddies. W -fXf-R-Q :GV V- Moffat