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

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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

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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 OUR JUNIOR HOCKEY TEAM Let’s give a cheer for our hockey team, The hockey kings of the realm; What prowess they showed as to victory they rode With a capable coach at the head. With might and with main take up the refrain, The Walkerville champions still be praising; Recall with a thrill their bountiful skill, Their record of victories amazing. So strike up the band and give a big hand To the lads who brought home the bacon. May their place in the sun be second to none, And their memory never forsaken. ROSS WALTON, 12D. At The Ball Park “Put it down the groove” we heard him say, Out at the ball park, one sunny day. The pitcher pitched a wide, high curve, But the catcher said, “Of all the nerve, I told you to put it right down here, And not where the ball would scratch my ear.” The pitcher saw red but, of course, ’twas a fit, And could be credited to nothing but it! The catcher and pitcher then started to boil, And it looked as if it might end in a coil; But then came the umpire and soon cooked their goose, By persuading them to cool off in the “hoose”. BILL McNAUGHTON, 9E. If I were Queen of Babylon, I’d wear a splendid silver gown; I’d never dust, nor sew a seam . . . On golden sands I’d lie and dream! Slave-girls would do my bidding then— I’d never work at school again. If I grew tired of all this play, I’d let my sister rule one day. DOROTHY WOODS, 9E. TO A GIRL Tall she stood and fair Like a Grecian goddess of old, With her pale golden hair Tumbling softly about in folds. Deep in her eyes there glowed An unquenchable fire That leaped and flowed And clambered higher and higher. Stately and proud she carried herself Down the long, straight road; Onward she moved, nor tarried, And soon she reached her goal. BOB GREEN. On My Future When I consider how r my days are spent In this large structure that is called a school, I wonder if, some day, I will resent These days spent under very lenient rule. For when I leave to face the big wide world, Where life is cruel and taxes often high, I’ll think of all the joy I saw unfurled And all the friends I sadly bade good¬ bye. I will not think my knowledge useless then, As I do now while I am writing this; For who know? I may not, like the rest, Complete my life in a state of wedded bliss. And if, in years, I am a real success, I’ll thank this school for so much happiness. RACHEL CORNETT Travel in The Orient The best and only way to enjoy a trip to the Orient is to be prepared for an entirely different life. For example, a Canadian must not forget that he is liv¬ ing in a modern century and travel back to the past. There are many things for which he must prepare himself. Oriental modes of travel are an educ¬ ation in themselves. Passengers disem¬ barking from fast luxury liners at Port Said are humbled at once by being driv¬ en to their trains in open springless Page Twenty-nine