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

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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

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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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T H E T W I G N We can't forget our good Prefect, I A worthy man is he- ' ' 4 Assisting, when he's needed most, ' 1 l To run the great IB. i , 'f xx- wr. i' We must not leave our Artists out: slllll 2: 9 N. I Although they be but few, f1,'12,, T 'E :' f They are much famed and far renown'd WH' I R A 4 For drawings that they do. 1 Q A 2 Luumey I Form Captain: R. Priestman Prefect: V. Sainsbury Athletic Representative: K. Rotenberg. Form Reporter: Lyons Bob Priestman, our red-headed form cap- tain, has shown no signs of losing his temper yet. l-le has proven that under the velvet glove there is an iron-hand. He has a will that cannot be deterred and, when he says something is to be done, it must be done- no answering back. Van Sainsbury, our prefect, has not had much chance to show his prowess at pre- fectingn but he fits the job perfectly. I-Ii-s snapping right hand comes into action as soon as something unpleasant happens. Van is a great sportsman, ready for all types of athletic activity. Ken Rotenberg, the able sports-represen- tative of IB, is somewhat of a scholar as well as a versatile sportsman. He is full of fun, and ready to be of use to everyone. Ken is an all-round man about town and l wouldn't be surprised if We were to hear a lot of Kenneth Rotenberg in the future. Oh, IB is a mighty Form, Containing many boys With swift and shrewd and sharpest wit, And, perchance, much of noise. We have a captain in our form, Who leads us in the strife Of Latin, French and Algebra, And all of our school life. So now you see why we do say, That IB leads the school ln honours, sports, and everything, According to the rule. Vvhat would happen? ? Q ? ? 3 If jones answered every question right If Boehme had a solemn face If I-larry didn't stand first If Sainsbury clidn't win something at Field Day If l-lowson lost a few pounds If lVlr. lrwin didn't warn us of tests lf Dobson knew his Latin If lVlr. Daniher didn't tell us about his ancestors If Aykroyd didn't have his feet out in the aisle If Clark didn't engage in some argument or other If Lamb grew a few inches If Steel got his arithmetic right If Gladney didn't know his history . . . JUST WHAT WOULD HAPPEN? Anderson fto Steellz What would you do if you had 55.00 in your pocket now? Steel: l'd look closely to see whether I had my own pants on. Traffic Cop: Now, Miss, what gear were you in at the time of the accident? Quiet Miss: Oh, l had on a black beret, tan shoes and a tweed sports dress.