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

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all the planes back to the factories for repairs, for they just stationed an offic¬ er in each plane to explain the details of tne operation to us, and told us to go to it. Needless to say it was a fascinating morning. During lunch we were surpris¬ ed to see the waiters setting a bottle of beer at each place. We were more sur¬ prised when the commanding officer ap¬ ologized to us for the limited supply of the beverage and that he could only of¬ fer us one apiece. I think he was a little surprised not to see us with a couple of six-shooters in our belts. That afternoon a squadron of Hawker Hurricanes went through formation flying drill for our benefit. A trip through the hangars completed the day. Even more interesting than both these days was the day we spent at Ports¬ mouth. Upon our arrival we were im¬ mediately stripped of our cameras as we were at Hendon Airport. Our first visit was to the “Victory”, Nelson’s old flag¬ ship. There were on the ship and in the nearby Nelson Museum many interest¬ ing relics of the Battle of Trafalgar, in¬ cluding several of the original cannons. Following this we boarded the “Hood”, largest fighting ship in the world. A thorough tour of inspection took up the rest of the morning. Starting with the engine room we worked our way up through the kitchens, sleeping quarters and various other sections of the ship until we saw ourselves in the officers’ dining saloon. Here we were served lunch before our inspection of the gun turrets. These are protected by two-foot armour plates and are controlled from the central control tower. The shells have to be raised from the magazine in the hold and are handled by three diff¬ erent crews of men during their trip from the bottom of the ship. Despite this they can be fired at the rate of two a minute. A trip to the control tower concluded the tour of inspection. From the top of the tower we could see the much talked-of “Ark Royal”. The Royal Oak was riding at anchor about half a mile away. We were then taken to the docks to see the arrival of the Royal Family on their yacht, “Victoria and Albert”, from Dartmout Naval Acad¬ emy. From there swift harbour boats took us to the submarine base. Here the Davis escape apparatus was demonstr¬ ated to us. It was the artificial lung that saved the lives of four people aboard the ill-fated “Thetis”. A trip through one of the newest mine-laying submarines brought the visit to a close and as we boarded the train at Portsmouth station we all agreed that it was by far the best day we had spent and were likely to spend that summer. PETER CRASSWELLER. Three Cheers for Walkerville C. I. From the district ’round about our students come, And trot through the school from nine until four; Some come here to learn and others to fool, And some come to break all the rules of the school. Now don’t get me wrong, we’re very nice kids; You’ll find no friendlier school in the world. Though we may not all have money and clothes, Who cares for trivial things such as those? I’m coming now to the end of my story Of Walkerville Collegiate and all its glory. Three cheers for her, students, you all know how You’re lucky to be here to cheer for her now. ANON. The Fountain Into the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morning till night. Into the moonlight, Lighter than snow, Waving so flower-like, When the winds blow. HANNAH CARTER, 11F. Page Twentyseven

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BLUE AND WHITE MY GARDEN I have a little garden, That grows by a shady glen. And all the birds do love it, The robin, rook and wren. And in my pretty garden Grow flowers of many a hue, The pink, the rose, and the tulip, Glistening with the morning dew. And in my tiny garden, Run many streamlets gay, That pass the rose and tulip, Who seem to want to play. Through many hours of pleasure I idly wander there, To enjoy the merry streamlets And the crimson rose so fair, RUTH DUNN, 9E LOVE AFFAIR I think I’m good! I think I’m grand! I go to the shows and hold my hand; I put my arm around my waist— If I get fresh I slap my face. With myself I make a date To meet myself at half-past eight; If I’m not there, I ' ll always wait— I’m wild about myself. The Skater Over the ice like a bird on the wing, She glides with the song that her skates seem to sing; She twirls and she turns, with a lithe, graceful motion. And sails on her way, like a skiff on the ocean. The swift silver blades whistle shrilly and clear— Oh, winter’s the very best time of the year!” The skater’s sweet musical laughter vibrates As this Queen of the Ice charms the world on her skates. DOROTHY WOODS, 9E. % Philosophy:— Lives there a student with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, “Homework be darned. I’m going to bed.” Page Twenty-six Visits with the Army, Navy and Air Force I think the three most interesting days we spent this summer, while tour¬ ing France, England, and Scotland, were those with England’s Fighting Forces. Through the kind invitation of the War Ministry we visted Aldershot, the home of the 2nd Hampshire Regiment, Hend¬ on Airport, and that important naval base, Portsmouth. A short train ride brought us to Ald¬ ershot, where we were met by Major John Dill. We then divided into groups to visit the different sections of the bar¬ racks. After the inspection tour we trooped off to the parade grounds to watch the training of a group of recent conscripts. The gymnasium was the next stop. Here we witnessed the physical training drill of the recruits. After lunch we witnessed the annual present¬ ation of the Silver Spoon. This spoon must have been about a yard long and it was presented yearly to the poorest shot in the Regiment. Its present owner had had the somewhat doubtful honour of winning it three times straight. In the afternoon we were taken to Outridd¬ en Firs, which was just another hill, where the whole Regiment was drawn up in preparation for the war games that were to take place for the benefit of some Officers of the Indian Army. We were first turned loose for about half an hour to inspect the various units. Then the Regiment staged a mock counter-at¬ tack on a group.of woods about a mile away. From our vantage point on a nearby hill we were able to see clearly how effectively the British Army work¬ ed. The day with the Air Force was every bit as interesting. Even a drenching London rain did not prevent us from thoroughly enjoying ourselves. There were six Canadian Flying Officers stat¬ ioned there and they took us in hand for the day. The morning was spent in examining the latest types of fighting planes, including the speedy Hawker Hurricane and the Blenheim Bomber. It’s a miracle they didn’t have to send

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blue and white Dr. Sun Yat Sen Long ago in the year 1866 when Occi¬ dentals regarded China as the myster¬ ious East, there was born in the hamlet of Choy Hung, not far from Canton, a man-child named Wen. Who could sur¬ mise that a boy born in one of the tens of thousands of the Chinese villages would be destined to free the Celestial Empire from the grasp of the ancient dynasties ? Wen is the childhood name of Dr. Sun Yat Sen, a graduate of the Canton Med¬ ical School and the Hong Kong Medical School. As is expected, Dr. Sun, being divided between his medical profession and his aim of revolutionizing the gov¬ ernment of China by overthrowing the all-powerful Manchus and creating a Re¬ public, rarely afforded himself any re¬ laxation. To the latter task the doctor devoted his whole life, never sparing himself. Any foreigner to China, who has en¬ deavoured to write a biography on Dr. Sun, expresses his utter inability to do justice to Sun’s character and person¬ ality. Dr. Sun Yat Sen is best described as a patriot of the highest degree. He is silent, sincere, wholly unselfish, kind¬ ly, forgiving almost to a fault, and to top off all these fine qualities, is peer¬ lessly modest. He is endowed with the gift of oratory, his voice being soft and gentle, but clear as a morning bell. His magnetic personality is enhanced by the very sincerity and simplicity of his cha¬ racter. Although the Liberator of China had been imprisoned again and again, and a price had been placed on his head by the Manchu Government, he was not daunt¬ ed in the least but continued to follow his mission to the last gasp, seeking re¬ fuge in turn in Honolulu, Japan, Eng¬ land and America. In these foreign countries he gained much sympathy but little material support. He urged the Chinese youths of America to join his cause and thereby gained many support¬ ers. Even in exile he devised means of organizing the future Republic of Chi¬ na with undimmed ardour. In order to throw the secret police of the Manchus off his track, Dr. Sun was obliged to dis¬ guise himself almost continually; never¬ theless he was willing to risk his life or even sacrifice it for the benefit of his native land. It was not without great difficulty, hardship, suffering and danger that Dr. Sun Yat Sen finally transformed the miserable, crumbling Empire to a Re¬ public before whose newly-raised port¬ als stood the Angel of Hope. On Decem¬ ber 29, 1911, Dr. Sun was elected the first president of the Chinese Republic. The leader of China effected countless reforms, but more important than that he served as an inspiration and a model to his fellow patriots. It lies in the Chi¬ nese youths of to-day under the stirring leadership of Generalissimo Chiang Kai Shek and his American-educated wife to carry on the noble work begun by Sun Yat Sen. I have made a feeble attempt to pre¬ sent to you Dr. Sun Yat Sen, the gent¬ leman who has been responsible for un¬ veiling the shroud of mystery hovering over the Far East. To-day, China is in her closest communion with the West. After her defeat of Japan, China will have as much interest in foreign affairs as any other nation, and when she de¬ velops her boundless natural resources she may even provide opportunities for youths of the Western World, thanks to our benefactor, Dr. Sun Yat Sen. MAY HONG, 13A. The Prayer of A Sportsman Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life, I ask but a field that is fair; A chance that is equal with all in the strife, A courage to strive and to dare; And if I should win, let it be by the code, With my faith and my honour held high, And if I should lose let me stand by the road And cheer as the winners go by. Pat Sherman, 3C. Page Twenty-eight