Walkerville Collegiate Institute - Blue and White Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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BLUE AND WHITE the secret to his boss, Jenkins found himself in Cairo at the head of the only expedition he had never wanted to lead. He was fully licensed to enter and bring forth to the leading museums of the world all treasures he might find. But to Jenkins the task was sorely distress¬ ing . . . not because he believed in the mysterious death which was doomed to befall those who neglected to hold sacred the tomb of the great king, but because he was loathe to tear down the sincere friendliness which he had built up for himself in the tribes of E gypt. It took a week across the pathless des¬ ert to reach the pyramid by camel. Ano¬ ther week was spent in making an aper¬ ture through the massive stone found¬ ation. All the while guards were posted as a precaution against an attack which Jenkins greatly feared would be made by the natives. On the eighth day after the beginning of work the party broke through into the musty dimness of the tomb. They were admitted into a veritable labyrinth of chambers which crossed each other in every imaginable manner throughout the whole eleven acres of ground which the pyramid occupied. The treasure which now lay exposed was enough to swell even Jenkins ' loathing heart with the pride of achievement. From the stone walls hung bowls of lib¬ ation and golden chandeliers which, through all the years, had remained un¬ tarnished. Heaps of papyrus with their history-making records were alt about the tomb and wherever the eye chanced to rest there w-ere vases, tall and short, with their strange hieroglyphics. Sever¬ al of the chambers were filled with hard, dry wheat, and at frequent intervals were the dried remains of all manner of animals which had long since perished at the ends of golden chains. In addition to this there was a profusion of arrows, spears, swords, primitive cannons, and gilded chariots to say nothing of the im- plements of agriculture and the luxur¬ ies of the palace which lay through the pyramid. For three w p eeks the entire expedition was actively engaged in cataloguing and packing the wealth of the old Egyptian king. It was only after a prolonged search that Jenkins and his chief assist¬ ant, Murphy, chanced to stumble on the subterranean vault in which the mummy was entombed. As Jenkins’ hand touched the case to open it, his blood suddenly froze in his veins, for at this moment the black, ominous shadow of a cat floated across his hand. At the same instant a shrill, piercing din rev¬ erberated throughout the depths of the pyramid. Jenkins and Murphy rushed out of the vault and the sight that met their eyes filled them with a chill horror. Every last member of the expedition was lying face downward with a glistening knife standing upright in his back. And on every side they chose to look they were entirely hemmed in by a slowly, steal¬ thily advancing circle of implacable Eg¬ yptian tribesmen. Once more the shadow of the cat float¬ ed past their eyes. There was a gentle whirr; Murphy fell lifeless on the ground, his back pierced by the same sort of knife that had killed the others. Again the shadow of the cat floated through the air; again there was a gen¬ tle whirr. At the same instant that the Egyptian tribesmen closed in upon him, Jenkins felt the cold blade of a knife cutting into his back. His eyes fluttered open; a flood of re¬ lief spread over his face as he withdrew a hidden pin from a newly-purchased pair of pyjamas. JACK O. YOUNG, 13B. A WISH May fortune follow your path, A happy lifetime through, O ' er sunny ways, through merry da s, Where pleasant dreams come true; And love go with you wheresoe’er Its trail may onward press, For where love is, there, too, is peace And joy and happiness. JACK GLENDON, 11F. Page Twenty-four

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BLUE AND WHITE FINLAND Finland is the land of beauty, Where men and women feel their duty Is to stand for what is right. Even though they have to fight. Gliding swiftly on skis of pine, Through the silent night, sublime, Risking that which all men love, Trusting only in Him above. Some will perish—but not in vain, Freedom, religion, must always reign; People with such high ideals Will ne’er be crushed by foreign heels. Finland, Finland, never flinch, God will help you, inch by inch To drive the invaders from your land, And He, with you, will triumphant stand. ROY MacKAY, 13A. IS IT ALL WORTH WHILE? Is it worthy of the parties That we miss to do our work Thoroughly from day to day, For never do we shirk? Does it leave us with a fortune, Or does it put us in a hole, When we stay up till the morning Just to appease our soul? Bv answering all the questions With which we’re loaded daily? Or is it better just to spend Our time in pleasure gaily? It is worth all the pains we took To do our work as told; When we land a whopper of a job That is worth its weight in gold. JOYCE PARKER, 12B. TO A CHATTERBOX You may always be happy, You may always be gay, But that’s no excuse For your chattering this way. When all others are quiet And working away, You just go on prattling With nothing to say. I’ve seen many a talker And all full of vim, But when you start to chatter You make my head swim. One might call you good-looking, With your dimples and all; Will you open your mouth And expose that pit-fall? Now there’s just one solution For you to apply, To admit that it’s difficult, But it’s well worth a try. When you come to class And are tempted to talk, Put in this potato and You won’t utter a squawk! FRANK PYATT. The Curse of the East Jenkins cursed himself for ever hav¬ ing mentioned the subject to his boss. In the first place he hadn’t wanted to take on the responsibility; and in the second place it was suicide. But as long as mankind continues to exist every human being will have someone above him whose will he must obey. So it was with Jenkins. As head of the arhaeological depart¬ ment of the Royal Geographical Society it was his duty to travel to all parts of the globe at the behest of the editor-in- chief and to bring before the reading public the latest in archaeological en¬ deavour. To have refused to do his ed¬ itor’s bidding would have meant the loss of his job; but yet he was sorely tempt¬ ed to do so. It all started three years before when he had been on an expedition in Egypt. So firmly had he cemented a friendship in the cold hearts of the wandering Eg¬ yptian tribesmen that they had led him to the ancient pyramid of a former king whose influence had been so great that never once, in three thousand years, had his tomb been entered. Legend had it that death was certain to befall all those who attempted to break through into its sacred interior. So greatly did all the tribes of Egypt respect the mem¬ ory of this great king that they saw to it, with brutal efficiency, that any for¬ eigner who once laid eyes on it never went far with the tale on his lips. And so it happened that one short month after he had chanced to mention Page Twenty-three

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BLUE AND WHITE It’s Tougher Than Tennis Autumn winds and snow-filled, leaden skies used to forecast the finals until spring of activities for many amateur athletes. A few exerted their muscles on the bowling alleys, others took up basketball and indoor swimming; but for the tennis-loving company who could not adjust themselves to the minute pellet and fly-swatter-sized paddle of table tennis, the coming of winter pre¬ sented an enigma. A growing number of these are now finding winter diversion in the game of badminton. They are finding that it of¬ fers all the thrills and exercise of ten¬ nis. And it is not an unwelcome change from the outdoor court game. Many a tennis match has stolen the headlines since the days when the game was an object of derision. No longer do men of muscle condescendingly appraise the sport, nor urchins salute the tennis player with a falsetto cry of “Love game”. The Tildens, Vineses and Bud¬ ges have changed all that. But mention of badminton, which has been called “tennis’ third cousin on a collateral branch”, but might better be called its half brother, still causes a raised eyebrow among the unacquainted sports fans. “A kid’s game” they call it sometimes. Followers of badminton are neither indignant nor dismayed by skep¬ tics. Rather than harbor resentment, they craftily maneuver scoffers into a tussle on the indoor courts. Almost with¬ out exception, their victims wobble out within half an hour. The reason ? A few games of badminton are as strenuous as a five-set tennis final. It’s no game for “sissies”. The implements of the game belie its viciousness. The little bat, like a tennis- racket, is light and fragile. It looks more like the tool of a lady’s parlor pastime. The feathered shuttlecocks, “birds” to the badminton fan, are little different from those bandied about by the young¬ sters of yore. A string net stretched across the center of a bit of level footing indoors— or outdoors, for that matter—is all you need to play the game. All, that is, ex¬ cept a pair of especially good lungs, nimble feet and strong wrists. Sports histories are pleasantly vague on the subject of badminton’s origin. English chroniclers of the game say that about seventy years ago, a desper¬ ate house party, stormbound at Bad¬ minton (a Gloucestershire country est¬ ate) conceived the game by stretching a rope across the main hall and com¬ mandeering the “kiddies’ ” battledores and shuttlecocks. The next record of the game comes from an obscure British Army Post in India. Karachi, the first club to organ¬ ize in Queen Victora’s overseas empire, established certain rules which lasted more than thirty years. As the chamber which served as their court had center doors, there was less width at the net line than at the ends of the room. The court, consequently, took the shape of an attenuated hour-glass. This feature was retained in future layouts. Before the outbreak of hostilities in Europe last fall, there were •about 1,000 clubs in England and some 600 more in Ireland, Scotland and Wales. An import¬ ant event since 1899 has been an All- England Championship, and during re¬ cent years there have been as many as seventy open tournaments annually, ex¬ clusive of inter-country matches. Canadians, of course, have long swung the racket, and cross the border frequ¬ ently into the east and far west to match skill with American fledglings. As yet there is no national organization, nor as many open tournaments as in England. But more may be expected, for the game is spreading into remote territory. Besides the simplicity of the game, the inexpensive equipment, the physical benefits to be derived from it, badmin¬ ton has still another virtue. You can make your own rules without impairing the character of the game. Badminton is one of the best all-around family games. But don’t let any scoffer make “puss-in-the-corner” remarks about the sport. Hand him a racket and give him a workout. MURRAY REED. Page Twenty-five Windsor Public Library