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

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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

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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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BLUE AND WHITE cars. These small, dusty trains may be going to Cairo, Alexandria or Palestine. They consist of a series of small com¬ partments, each accommodating six or eight persons. Four unfortunates must ride backwards while the remainder put up with the results of the engine smoke pouring through the window. Woe to the thoughtless tourist who has appeared in spotless white linen. In Ceylon one has not even the con¬ venience of a train. Europeans who visit Colombo and who wish to visit the tea plantations at Kandy are driven out in long black hearse-like cars, which almost turn over at every corner. If one wishes to see the city only, there are rickshaws in abundance, waiting to be hired. These vehicles are drawn by thin brown Ind¬ ians who do not appear strong enough to pull a toy wagon, much less a rick¬ shaw containing a well-fed Englishman! They are, however, anxious to be hired and because of this the tourist forgives himself for his apparent cruelty. After being jostled and bumped about the countryside in such novel ways, one is pleasantly surprised to find modern hotels, refreshing, cool and clean, in most Oriental cities. Weary travellers are met at the door of a Cairo hotel by a swarm of coolies who seize all the bag¬ gage in sight and carry it triumphantly to the tourist’s rooms. The b°drooms and sitting rooms are decorated in nale, cool colours and. during the heat of the day, the shutters are closed. A few mo¬ ments after arrival one is surprised to hear a knock at the door and to see a coolie entering with a tray bearing tink¬ ling glasses of ice cold lime juice. What a reward for a day busily spent! Hotels of Palestine and Svria stand out in contrast to those of Egvot. Es¬ pecially in Syria, as one climbs the Leb¬ anon mountains in late afternoon, a gra¬ dual coolness is felt. Mt. Hermon in the distance shows its can of snow to make travellers forget the heat of the valley. The inns are small, res°mbl’ng over¬ sized cottages more than hotels. Tour¬ ists must find their own way in, look a- round for the manager, and secure rooms. No lime juice is offered, nor is it necessary, as the temperature has fallen considerably. There are no shutt¬ ers or even screens on the windows, but the beds are heavily draped with mos¬ quito netting. Women who live in these fascinating lands have ideas about clothing which would make a European lady’s hair stand on end. Whereas the latter arrive in the Orient with fashionable, expens¬ ive dresses, presumably to impress the natives, the former are oblivious to fa¬ shion and often even to cleanliness. The higher the temperature the more cloth¬ ing they wear, until they almost resem¬ ble small mountains moving slowly along. Their faces are covered with thin, flowered veils so that their faces may not be seen by the public. The men are just as picturesque as the ladies are drab. Arabs from the country wear long, white robes, sandals and flowing white headgear, held on bv a black rope, wound around the head. Underneath the head-dress is a piece of red flannel which seems to protect the wearer from sun stroke. Men of the towns wear either grey or roddish trousers, with coats to match. Many of them try to imitate the Engl¬ ish, though their own dress is more practical. Their heads are covered bv tar-booshes, which are brimless, red felt cans, with silk tassels at the side. To compensate for the heat of the Or¬ ient, its charm is breath-taking. Day dawns soon after 4 a.m. and, from a train one can make a shadowy camel caravan crossing the sand in the dim¬ ness. The heat of the dav is made gay with th cries of the street-vendors call¬ ing out thei wares in many tongues; or one mav enioy a quiet hour of siesta in a darkened room. The night is a time of enchantment. Stillness reigns and palm trees silhou¬ ette thpmselves against a sky more beautiful than any one can imagine. La¬ zy fishermen loll against their graceful boats, wh’le from somewhere across the 1 •ater a deep-toned bell tolls a call to i prayer. W{ er so ex on th at a al is st 2C tl dl ri w v b; ir a y t d V a c fi n t e c t 8 C i t 1 ( I Page Thirty