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The Lawful Mind. 214 

In the Good Old Days. 225 

O.A.C. Graduates at Home. 229 

Remembrance Day Address. 231 


Literary Notes . 233 

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HE last editorial had been written, the last “copy” 
read, and the “dummy” duly despatched to the 
printers. We settled back into the editorial 
chair with smug satisfaction to think that from 
now on a new editor-in-chief would have to 
struggle vainly to collect sixty-four pages of 
printed matter together every month. We 
glanced back over the issues of the Review for 
which we had been responsible during the past year, and then 
we re-read our last editorial. It reflected an attitude of mind 
which would have depressed the spirits of even the proverbial 
pigs in clover! 

Here we have just experienced one of the worst depressions 
in the history of civilization, and here we have had an instru¬ 
ment in our hands which, though a mere drop in the bucket, 
might at any rate have been used to spread a little cheerful 
optimism. And with what subjects had we occupied our minds? 



International disorder, unemployment, the failure of the farmer 
to solve his problems, and in this our last and supposedly 
Christmas number, we had included nothing which might in any 
shape or form tend to brighten anybody’s outlook on life. Even 
the matter of the leading articles was depressing, for with all 
due respect to Sir Robert Falconer’s scholarly analysis of the 
lawful mind, we doubt whether the reading of it will instil the 
idea of a better and brighter world. Even “old timer” thinks 
things were conducted with more circumspection in the past. It 
was left to Miss Florence Marshall to introduce the only bit of 
really Christmas atmosphere, and we feel this would have been 
a very much enjoyable number if she had had the editing of it. 

A dismal outlook on life is the worst of sins, and a sense 
of humour the best of virtues. We fear the former has been 
reflected a little too strongly in the Review during the past year, 
and we sincerely hope the new Eiditor-in-Chief will season the 
1932 volume with a goodly dose of the latter to counteract any 
unduly depressing effect the 1931 volume may have had. 

In the meantime we wish all our readers a very Merry 
Christmas and the happiest of New Years, and for ourselves 
we shall continue to sing with Hillaire Belloc: 

“From quiet homes and first beginning, 

Out to the undiscovered ends, 

There’s nothing worth the wear of winning, 

But laughter and the love of friends.” 

Sty? Umrw Staff 


A Bmj iMt'rrg 
mb A Siappy Nm ftear 

The Lawful Mind 

.. Sir Robert haiconer 

.. ..!? ... . „ 

President, University of Toronto 

W HEN I addressed the undergraduates last Jan¬ 
uary, I referred to the stormy weather in 
which the world was labouring, and urged those who heard me 
to remember that, in such a harbour as this, they were more 
fortunate than most, and therefore should be on guard lest by 
their word or behaviour they should justify criticism from those 
in less sheltered positions. When gales are carrying destruc¬ 
tion over sea and land, it behoves all except those whose duty 
calls them to face danger, to shun foolhardy adventures which 
may imperil themselves or others. Now, more than ever, sky¬ 
larking on the ragged edge of folly irritates onlookers. 

A university, moreover, is always the target of discontent 
of even reasonable attack. It is a place of privilege, and there¬ 
fore the question is earnestly asked again and again, whether 
it is not a waste and morally unprofitable for a great many of 
those who enter it, to have such large sums of money sppnt 
upon them both by their parents and by the State. The ques¬ 
tion, indeed, often may be difficult to answer, and the time 
may come when the door will be narrowed still more. Entry is 
a privilege that should be sought for with a single eye to use it 
in appreciation of the value of the treasure to which it gives 
adrriittE ;nce. 

Do our graduates make worthy citizens? They have surely 
been exhorted often enough to this end. On every school prize- 
day boys and girls have heard visitor or teacher exhorting them 
to play their part as honest and unselfish members of city or 
state; and the tale has been repeated again and agalin in the 
university; so much so indeed that one might say in the words 
of the parable of the rich man and Lazarus: “If they hear not 
Moses and the prophets they will not understand though one 

* The President’s Address at the opening of the 1931-32 session. 



were sent to them from the dead.” That a generous response 
has been made to these appeals I have no doubt, and I feel as¬ 
sured that no section of the community serves the state better 
than university graduates. But for the moment, a passing one 
to be sure, one was made sceptical when we learned that some 
at leaist of the leaders in the Beauharnois affair, which has sent 
a shock through the country, were men who had attended a 
university. Those men, both by the way in which they gobbled 
up vast sums of money and in their attempts to corrupt Parlia¬ 
ment, have done more than anything that has happened in many 
years to disintegrate the public confidence which is ai vital ele¬ 
ment in the state. If the average man loses faith in the 
honesty of those who have made great wealth, and thinks that 
they attempt to pervert those who conduct public affairs, the 
people as a\ whole soon become filled with suspicions and class 
hatreds; and cynicism will loosen the living stones of the Com¬ 
monwealth. Our modern democracy is held together by con¬ 
fidence, which is a by-product of the practice of simple, com¬ 
monplace virtues. This confidence, however, for all its strength, 
is so subtle and intangible, that it is not taken into account 
by those who would seize the governmental machine in their 
crude hands in order to work it according to their will. If they 
know they do not reck that they are destroying life, wrenching 
apart the delicate living tissue th£it holds together the provinces, 
cities, country, and the men and women in them who constitute 
this Dominion. Such persons may bluster about progress in 
terms of big business, railroads, canals, electrical power, but they 
are really destroying life. Let us make no mistake about it, the 
State will not in the long run be injured nearly so much by crude 
political theories of communism, which soon refute themselves, 
as by the deeds of men, sometimes for awhile in the public eye, 
who breed the sullen discontent on which alone communism 
could thrive, and who pervert in young minds the idea of success 
Their purposes are those of an enemy to the public good sowing 
tares in the wheat which result in a ruinous harvest. The pity 
of it all is that it is the people who suffer. Horace says, to repeat 
this quotation at no great interval, Quidquid delirant reges, plectuntur 
Achivi, which I may interpret: It matters not wh^it madness 
seizes upon the rulers, the people will get their backs scored for 
it. The kings of frenzied finance have their short day; the scar 
in the body politic remains. 



This human faith, or belief in one another which holds the 
community together, lies beneath all law. In fact, law is help¬ 
less without it. The honest citizen who lives in the spirit of 
the law is hardly ever conscious of its statutory enactments, and 
if he transgresses them it is by inadvertance or unwillingly. His 
wholesome conduct is the best antidote to the infection that 
spreads from those in any community, shrewd manipulators or 
bootleggers, high in affairs or banned by polite society, who make 
their lawless living with such cleverness as to escape the court 
or the judge. 

Recently our neighbours have been troubled by remarks of 
the President of the United States expressing his great concern 
at the prevalence of lawlessness in that country, and by the re¬ 
velations of the report of the Commission, headed by Mr. Wicker- 
sham, which he appointed to investigate the condition of affairs. 
This report is confirmed only too emphatically by the frequent 
accounts in the press of horrible crimes which make the average 
American stand aghast but helpless. The symptoms reveal a 
deepseated and widespread disease in the body politic; that too 
in a country which originated in the conviction that the people 
must have full self-expression in government. In no country, 
moreover, have men amassed such wealth, in none has progress 
been so acclaimed by reason of improvements, or at any rate 
developments, in the external mechanism of society. What, then, 
of the vaunted boast of democracy? It would ill become me to 
criticize our neighbours, nor have I the least intention or desire 
to do so; indeed, I know them well enough to be persuaded that 
in their communities there are many who are much better aware 
than any outsider can be of their condition, and are pondering 
and working as intelligently as possible for the mitigation or 
eradication of a disease, which in some degree has been trans¬ 
mitted to them from Europe, and is partly due to the rapidity 
with which their population has become congested in cities and 
on the frontier. 

But I wish to emphasize this, that the spirit of lawlessness 
will not confine itself to any one locality, but will spread. Quar¬ 
antine stations do not prevent its entry into Canada either from 
Europe or from the United States. The germs of it are in the 
air of the world and will breed disease wherever the conditions 
are favourable. Physicians tell us that deadly seeds of infection 
lie unsuspected in the nose, throat, and other parts of the sys- 



tem awaiting their chance to multiply into trouble. Their evil 
potency will be thwarted only by the resisting power of a healthy 
body. Therefore the best way to forestall active infection is 
to breathe pure air, to eat wholesome food, to wea'r reasonable 
clothing, to take exercise, to avoid over-anxiety for the morrow 
-—in general by moderation in behaviour and thought. So also 
in the. body politic. Similar ailments to those of our neighbours 
may be self-generated here; indeed the most desperate condition 
may arise from within. There are enough bad symptoms in 
our Dominion to nuke us take heed carefully to our general 
health. An ounce of prevention is worth a; pound of cure. 

Our north country was visited last summer by an unusually 
long drought; in mid-August leaves dropped thick and fast 
from withered birches and poplars, and the ground was carpeted 
with twigs and needles from hard and soft woods, which under 
foot cracked and were rubbed into powder. All was set ready 
for conflagrations, and through the carelessness or lawlessness 
of holiday-makers or farmers, there were many outbreaks. The 
fire-rangers had often to impress men of the district to help them 
in their fighting. Safety demanded that the first smoke should 
be watched, even when it curled up lazily in ai thin wreath in 
the midst of a hardwood forest on some apparently isolated 
hill. Fortunately the summer was calm until the rains came, 
but if a gale had fanned the tiny, lazy flicker, through what 
settlements might not the devouring fury have rDged? Was the 
cause as a rule lawlessness or carelessness? The one passes so 
easily into the other, both being rooted in undisciplined charact¬ 
er, that it is often difficult to decide. 

If we are to remain a law-abiding people we must all, high 
and low, practise the lFw-observing mind. That should be obvi¬ 
ous to those who have attended the university. For here we 
are taught that the whole course of human progress has con¬ 
sisted in the discovery of the range of law. We have learned 
how adumbrations of it have given way to clearer visions, so 
that civilized men to-day no longer fear the influence of evil 
spirits which were supposed to work their will capriciously upon 
mankind, and made mortals all their life subject to bondage. 
In spite of our uncertainties, alarms and distresses, progress in 
the knowledge of the range of law has lifted a great burden 
from the hearts of men. The mere fact of believing that there 
is order in the universe will at least beget a calmer frame and 



more temperate spirit in average men. Like the stoic they will 
accept what they believe to be inevitable, even when unhappily 
they have not the consolations of religion to persuade them 
th£lt a beneficent purpose lies behind the regularity of law. Those 
who win this attitude towards the universe will possess at least 
a.modicum of comfort in this mysterious world. 

Now human society is a section of the universe; man is 
part of his environment; he grows as he reacts upon it; he de¬ 
velops his character as he discerns the nature of all life and 
regulates his conduct Elceordingly. So the thoughtful person 
who is the university has learned through science and history 
and great literature that we are living in an ordered universe, 
should react more than others to this mental conviction by 
carrying into conduct a lawful mind. 

You will not, if you possess this mind, allow yourselves 
to be swept hither and thither by the mere gusts of popular 
feeling. The possession of the lawful mind does not megfn that 
the individual is never to be critical of legal enactments nor 
ever to resist them. Some legal enactments are the residue of 
former conditions which may have been always inherently un¬ 
just, but now more than ever occasion injustices, and if these 
are injurious they must be resisted until the causes of the in¬ 
justices are removed. Some modern laws also owe their exist¬ 
ence to sectional selfishness or ill-considered mob emotion. 
Resistance to these may in itself prove the law-abiding spirit. 
Just as science advances by discarding one hypothesis for a 
better, and the scientific mind is confirmed by this constant 
activity of rejection; so the law-abiding mind grows in a com¬ 
munity, not by mere acquiescence in things as they are, but 
by experimenting in the klwful spirit and rejecting such enact¬ 
ments as cramp human freedom. This may be illustrated by 
the use of the Greek words, nomos and entole. The former is 
the conception that there is in the universe and human nature 
a right way of doing things; the latter expresses this concep¬ 
tion in a definite legal decision. These decisions are confirmed 
or abrogated from time to time, but the authority of law behind 
them is not thereby challenged. 

But some one will say, echoing the note of despair, so com¬ 
mon in modern democracy, that the individual counts for noth¬ 
ing, that the mob of big interests have their way according 



to the swing of the pendulum, now these, now those. What, 
therefore, is the use of entering public life? I counsel you not 
to give way hastily to this opinion. In the first place there are 
many men just as good as, perhaps better than you, in our 
public life. The have a difficult battle to fight and they need 
strong support. Do not deal out to them mere criticism, that 
by-product of a type of the academic mind. If public affairs are 
in a mess the remnant of the high-minded public should take 
a hand in trying to clean up the mess. Of course, running for 
parliament is not the only means of doing so. Individual in¬ 
fluence goes a long way. 

Prom a brilliant book on “Australia,” by Professor Hancock, 
of Adelaide, I take these sentences: “Tocqueville’s theory of the 
perpetual mediocrity of democratic society is interwoven with 
his theory of the tyranny of the majority; but under every form 
of society, it is always a minority which holds power. A minority 
which recognizes true standards will know how to make them 
respected. If necessary, it will make them respected by over¬ 
throwing the majority.” That is true, and Professor Hancock 
has put his finger on the secret of power. If the minority 
“recognises true standards,” and “wants them desperately en¬ 
ough it will get them.” Are we sure that our standards are 
true? And, have we more than a languid interest in seeing 
them prevail? We might surely be as earnest in well-doing for 
Canada as are the Bolsheviks for their ideals. They have a 
passion for their country whatever we think of their methods. 

John Quincy Adams, the sixth President of the United States, 
was probably the most unpopular man in the country when he 
was defeated for the presidency, a second term, by Andrew Jack- 
son. With remarkable resolution, though an old man, he allow¬ 
ed the State of Massachusetts to send him to Congress, where 
for years he remained, dying in old alge on the floor of the 
House at Washington. At first and for long he was a voice cry¬ 
ing in a wilderness in which soon raging opponents gathered. 
He protested for the right of petition against slavery, but was 
howled down and threatened even with impeachment. “Year 
by year he continued to present the rejected petitions alnd move 
for the rescinding of the ‘gag’ rule. The hostile majorities 
slowly declined in size. Ultimate victory seemed to be coming 
if his life held out. Finally, on December 3, 1845, when the old 
man was seventy-eight, the vote on rescinding the ‘gag’ showed 



108 votes in favour against 80 opposed. Adams had won. 
‘Blessed, forever blessed, be the name of God’ were the words 
with which he closed his diary for that day.” (J. T. Adams, 
“The Adams Family,” p. 223 f.) Adams “recognized true stand¬ 
ards,” and “wanted them desperately.”' Fifteen years afterwards 
Lincoln’s day came. 

As I enter on my twenty-fifth year in this university, f 
have confidence that there always have been and are among 
our students very many who hold true standards, and who hold 
them desperately enough to guarantee my faith that the lawful 
and law-abiding mind, as it has been promoted by the university 
in the past, will by graduates and undergraduates be made to 
prevail increasingly in the time that is upon us. 

Let me close with a parable: You may have, in an idle 
moment, watched a withered leaf, fashioned by nature into a 
tiny skiff, floating on the ripples of a summer lake. It is dainty, 
fairy-like, full of life it would appear, as it darts hither and 
thither on its erratic way under the lightest of zephrys. For a 
time it sails along without let or hindrance so as to seem guided 
bv some invisible steersman, then of a sudden round it veers 
on another course and then back again. In full flight if may 
rush upon the peak of a submerged rock, till a change of current 
or the wash of al ripple may urge it off again, now this way 
now that; but at last it becomes waterlogged or is driven ashore, 
a dead thing, its beauty vanished. Possibly not far off was a 
canoe rigged with a small sail and steered by one who could 
handle it. That too went hither aind thither on the same sur¬ 
face, wafted by the same zephry, but for it the currents of air 
were used and it was driven whithersoever the helmsman listed. 

Exercise yourselves, I beseech you, unto the lawful mind. 


In the Good Old Days 

An “Old-timer ” 

T HE abolition of “farm labor” must have 
aroused mixed feelings. There can be no 
doubt about the soundness of the principle originally behind 
the idea of having it and, besides, there are many men to-day, 
your subscriber amongst the number, who will testify that their 
courses were largely made possible by the assistance to their 
expenses rendered in that way—at eight cents per hour. In¬ 
deed, we call to mind one august member of the present staff 
whose home paper announced shortly after some of his family 
had visited him at school that he was “foreman of the milking 
department.” He was, at four every morning, seven days a 
week. And his crew consisted of himself. On the other hand 
“one man may lead a horse to water, but ten couldn’t make him 
drink.” In the same way, the late and highly efficient though 
commonly misunderstood William Rennie might assign a student 
at farm labor but ten bosses couldn’t extract from him even a 
fair apology for actual results. Probably the farm is better ad¬ 
ministered by a regular organization as things now are. What 
the boys learned would be of questionable value beyond a doubt. 

In earlier times the boys divided into three classes: 

1. Those who understood farm work and didn’t need in¬ 
struction. These sub-divided into the fellows who needed the 
credit notes and those who did not. 

2. Those who didn’t understand farm work and didn’t 
want to. 

3. Those, otherwise in Class 2, anxious to learn—at the 
start. This would include the Old Country chaps. 

In general, it may with safety be granted the abolition of 
the practice worked no disadvantage to the college farm nor to 
agriculture as a vocation. More boys learned how to avoid 
work than ever learned how to really do anything. This, be it 
said, was in no way the fault of the directing heads. Both Dr. 
Mills and Mr. Rennie were men of the intense sort. They never 
spared themselvs and they expected concentration from others, 



quite apart from their natural desire to see the institution get 
value for money spent. 

Still, farm labor was a great diversion at that. We have 
said that Mr. Rennie, who was a most practical farmer, was an 
intense person, a Scot. His own record amply proves it. He 
came to Guelph on retiring with a competence from his own 
business, at $1,200 a year and a house Things needed “jacking 
up” and he started in. Naturally there were men under him 
who resented this and changes came. Amongst the new ap¬ 
pointees was one Muirhead, as farm foreman and director of 
student farm labor. Muirhead, also an intense person, had 
formerly been where his order was law. Soon after October 
first, on a keen Saturday morning, a large gang made up of both 
first and second year men, and containing a goodly percentage 
what we call Class 2,were located picking up and pitting potatoes 
about midway between where the dairy and veterinary buildings 
now are. Muirhead did not spare himself. In a few minutes a 
potato was thrown. That called for a reply in kind, and it came, 
with interest. The new director stood up and loudly announced 
that anyone caught repeating the performance would be docked. 
At the same instance a very large potato caught him right back 
of the ear (the left ear, I think) and, a madder man has not 
been seen around there since. His services were presently re¬ 
quired at some distant point from Guelph. It was thought that 
his language might corrupt the students! 

And, then, there was “shop”—heavenly experience—the 
same directed by one James McIntosh, a canny auld Scot, rather 
under average build and always to be met wearing a hard hat 
well down on his ears. Long experience had taught him how 
to steer a course between the president and the boys. “Old Mac” 
was a term of endearment, even if the suspicion existed that he 
sometimes played favorites. And any boy likes tools. Here 
was a shed full. And the work was usually light and apt to be 
lightened if amongst the day’s assignment could be found one 
chap who could lead the old gentleman into a dissertation on the 
r-r-rip saw, and the logarithm scale or, mayhap, to reminisce of 
other days. He had a rare vein of humor. One day as we had 
complied with the “Go ye down and put your name in the book,” 
(and one hopes that the book still exists, for it is entitled to 
perpetuation) we found him rubbing his shoulder. On his way 
back at noon he had tripped on a loose board in the sidewalk 



that ran from Chumpy Moore’s to his home. After telling of 
picking himself up, with a wink: “What think ye was the first 
thing I did?” Reply. “Probably you swore.” J. M-, “Na, Na, 
lad, I looked to see if anyone had watched me!” 

And then there was William Squirrell, father of the Profes¬ 
sor to-day, and outside foreman in horticulture. Mayhap hav¬ 
ing a son at home had taught him things about boys. William 
was an artist, both in dealing with the boys and in handling his 
work. When he edged a drive or set a row of shrubs, or lined 
a bed, it was done right. Much of the present day lush-grown 
lay-out was his work, and any old boy who thinks things looked 
better in his day will always add: “They miss Billy Squirrell.” 
Seldom anything very serious was “pulled” on him. He was 
in the boys’ book as “square.” That saved him a lot. 

An older brother, in no way related to the main topic be¬ 
fore us, was John Squirrell, the janitor of residence. How long 
John had been there no one seemed to know. He handled the 
gong and carried the keys. He played no favorites, yet every¬ 
one liked and trushed John. Sunday morning was his bad time. 
He searched the rooms to see that all had gone to church, for 
without a presidential “excused,” and that wasn’t easy to get, to 
church all had to go each sabbath morning in the gay nineties. 
Reams of yarns could be written of John, but space forbids. In 
my scrap book is an undated letter of quite recent years from 
which I quote: “Dropped off at Guelph last Tuesday to have 
a look round, and was saddened, yet pleased, to know I had con¬ 
nected with the funeral of John Squirrell, which, of course, I 
attended, as, indeed, seemed also everyone else about the place. 
It was ‘lights out’ for old John at last.” Old boys will readily 
mark that sentence as a classic. 

Then there was McGillivray, foreman at the dairy barn, a 
member of the Salvation Army, always natty and with carefully 
waxed moustache. What the artful hard-shells could do to him 
in the course of an afternoon would constitute one damning 
indictment for student labor. A gentle soul, wrongly placed. 
On his staff was one James Boyle, presently with his sons 
operating a hotel 1 at Regina, Sask., engineer during the winter 
and roustabout during summer. In those days Hydro had never 
been dreamed of, and the dairy plant was run with a Wheelock 
engine. The sewage of the whole was led to a cesspool, which 



had regularly to he pumped by hand into a tank cart and hauled 
over the adjacent meadows. James was certainly no Salvation¬ 
ist. When he was an engineer he was a martinet (as he had 
need to be) and when he was a farm hand he could out-loaf the 
laziest boy on the place. Withal, he had wit. One day, driving out 
from the town, he met Teeven coming from one of the horticultur¬ 
al horse barns, bound down with plums or something of the sort. 
Neither man was strikingly handsome. Says James: “Pick them 
yourself?” “Yes.” “You’d make good time. Yez would work steady 
for ye’d whisk the flies off your face with your ears.” But 
Teeven wasn’t lost, for he came back with: “And if I had a beak 
like yours I could hang over a limb on it and pick wid both 
hands.” Having thus evened up the score both men passed on 
their way, these being merely expressions of mutual regard. 

Any old boy can amplify the list of such unsung heroes of 
the earlier times. Most of them were “sea-lawyers.” In private 
they’d tell you they could run things much better than those 
actually in charge were doing. That, of course, may be doubted. 
The measure of their final success was whether they could man¬ 
age boys or not. Most boys might have learned from each of 
them. Very few did. 

And that brings in another vein of thought. Even to-day 
there is too much of the demonstration without the actual prac¬ 
tice. It may truly be argued that there is not time, but if there 
were some continuous adaption of the College Royal it would 
help a lot. The boys and girls are presumed to have had the 
advance practical ground work before commencing their course. 
Hence, their attitude of mind towards the farm is rather de¬ 
tached. Yet, if the medals, in addition to what they stand for, 
were allotted also by reason of ability to properly follow a walk¬ 
ing plow or, as to the girls, to keep their dormitories ship-shape, 
it would make a difference in the class lists. 

O.A.C. Graduates at Home 

No. 4. Mr. J. M. Roxburgh , '24 
of Simcoe, Ontario. 


O NE associates turkeys with Christmas and 
Thanksgiving as naturally as bacon with 
eggs, though doubtless the efforts of such men as J. M. Rox- 
borough will have us eating them in September before very long. 
But more of turkeys anon. 

Mr. Roxborough and his wife were sitting under a tree 
when a Review Representative arrived to interview them one 
hot day last summer. The son and heir showed unmistakable 
signs of developing into as good a rugby player as his father, 
as he bucked imaginary “lines” on the grass not far away. A 
cherry tree gave convenient shade, and as luck would have it 
the fruit was dead ripe. Why work, when you can sit under 
a cherry tree on a hot summer’s afternoon and reminisce to 
your heart’s content? It speaks well for the efficiency of Mr. 
and Mrs. Roxborough, graduates of O.A.C. and Macdonald In¬ 
stitute respectively, that they can afford the time and have the 
inclination to “pass the gentle hours in harmless talk” without 
having to bother about the thousand and one little operations 
which keep the average farmer perpetually busy. 

Having added considerably to the pile of cherry stones on 
the grass, and discussed all and sundry in connection with the 
O.A.C. and “Mac.”, it suddenly occurred to us that this was the 
Donburgh Turkey Ranch, and that we were supposed to find 
out all about it. “Green thoughts in a green shade” induced by 
country air, cherry trees and pleasant conversation, are not 
compatible with that unpleasantly practical business of making 
a living, but we had to force ourselves into action, and in half 
an hour had learnt a great deal about turkeys and how to 
manage them. 

Sloping gently to the south-east, the fifty acres, which com¬ 
prise the ranch, give a very good idea of what the Norfolk 



County sands are like; and incidentally what can be done with 
them. Ten acres of orchard looked in splendid condition, and 
the rest had been given up to turkeys, and the growing of such 
crops as would tempt their fastidious palates and not injure their 
delicate digestive systems. 

Only four years ago three toms and twenty-five hens com¬ 
prised the total stock. On the occasion of this visit a thousand 

was nearer the mark. Giant 
bronze and mammoth white 
Hollands are the two breeds 
used to a large extent, and they 
are brought to maturity along 
the lines of what is known as 
“the four acre system.” 

A four-acre pen is divided 
into four blocks of an acre 
apiece, and the turkeys rotate 
weekly from acre to acre. 
This insures freedom from dis¬ 
ease by keeping the ground 
sweet and clean. 

Similar sanitary measures 
are put into practice when the 
poults are in the colony houses, 
and the feed and water troughs 
are moved daily without fail. 

After they are ten weeks 
Christmas Dinners fo r Somebody old the turkeys are never in¬ 
doors, but sleep on raised roosts in the open field. They are fed 
dry mash, including powdered buttermilk, until the last three 
weeks, when they get wet mash as well. 

Such in brief is the system by which turkeys are raised to 
dress as high as 25 lbs. in November, and if improvement in 
management methods continues it is probable that the public 
will be eating them in September before very long. 

The Donburgh turkey ranch is one among 'several in 
Ontario which is trying to raise the standard of turkey breed- 

(Continued on page 274) 

Remembrance Day Address 

Prof D. H. Jones. 

[A month ago Prof. Jones of the Department of Bacteriology ad¬ 
dressed a large gathering from the steps of Memorial Hall on the oc¬ 
casion of the Remembrance Day Service. The address was deeply 
moving and we are glad to be able to record it here. The cause of dis¬ 
armament still lies in the balance and' only addresses such as these will- 
drive an apathetic public to take the desired action. Remember the 
Disarmament Conference in February. — Ed.~\ 

S EVERAL months ago it was enacted by our 
Dominion Parliament that the 11th day of 
November each year shall be recognized throughout the Dom¬ 
inion as “The Day of Remembrance.” For the past thirteen 
years this date has been known as Armistice Day. Evidently 
our Government thought that a little more significance should 
be attached to the occasion, and so they declared it a holiday 
to be known hereafter as the Day of Remembrance. 

What is it that we should remember? Thirteen years ago. 
on the 11th day of November, 1918, there was brought to a 
close the most stupendous, the most awful tragedy ever ex¬ 
perienced by humanity. For the four years immediately pre¬ 
ceding that date, four long, interminable years, several millions 
of civilized men, the pick of their time, were engaged in slaught¬ 
ering one another. To aid them they utilized every means and 
agency that human ingenuity directed by science, could devise. 
They not only stabbed one another to death with bayonets, but 
they riddled each others bodies with machine gun bullets; they 
blew each other to bits with high explosives; they poisoned 
each other with poisoned gas, the effects of which were such 
agonizing torture that death came as a welcome and happy re¬ 
lease. In this carnage were our friends and comrades, our kith 
and kin, our nearest and dearest. 

What was the cause of this unbelievable, unthinkable state 
of affairs in this day and generation, this era of human pro¬ 
gress? Simply this, that a great and powerful nation became 



obsessed by and enamoured of the idea of military dominance. 
For years they nourished and fed and developed the spirit of 
militarism until eventually the entire nation with all its re¬ 
sources became established as a great, monster military mach¬ 
ine. In July, 1914, the time was deemed ripe for testing the 
machine. Accordingly, it was set going, to grind into the dust 
those nations that were not inclined to submit to its dominance. 

Great Britain, just for a “scrap of paper,” and for its own 
safety, deemed it necessary to take issue with the monster. 
Immediately that decision of the mother of parliaments was 
made known, our own Government flashed the message across 
the ocean, “We are with you to the finish.” Australia, New 
Zealand, South Africa, India, and other parts, both large and 
small, of the British Empire, sent messages of similar import. 
Immediately these messages were despatched steps were taken 
to fulfil the promises. Every part of our broad Dominion sent 
its quota of men. From the college here, our revered and well 
beloved alma mater, over six hundred men went to fight for their 
country, for civilization, for you and for me. Many of these 
were wounded by shot and shell and poison gas. Over twenty 
per cent, of the number made the supreme sacrifice. They died 
that we might live in freedom and peacefulness. 

In order that the memory of their loyalty, their brave deeds 
and self-sacrifice may be held in everlasting remembrance, this 
War Memorial Hall was built. In the front section of the Hall 
is a little shrine or chapel, as a special feature of remembrance. 
In it is placed the Book of Remembrance, on the pages of which 
are inscribed the names of all those who went forth on our be¬ 
half. On the opposite wall is hung a tablet in imperishable 
bronze, on which are embossed the names of those who fell. 
They fought not simply to stop or check the monster of militar¬ 
ism, but that it might be slain and laid forever low. In 1918 
it was generally thought that this aim had been accomplished. 
In the intervening years, however, there has been evidence that 
the spirit of militarism was not killed, but only stupified. The 
hydra headed monster has, on a number of occasions, shown 
some signs of life. From time to time the League of Nations 
has made efforts to prevent this recovery, but not with entire 
success. In February next, there is to be another Disarmament 
Conference at which the representatives of many nations will 
be gathered in an attempt to solve this difficult and complex 
problem. Some great minds are rather dubious of the outcome. 

(Continued on page 274) 



Literary Notes 


From time to time I have received letters from graduates 
who have been so good as to refer appreciatively to the “English” 
section of the Review. To these and other graduates who may 
glance at 'these pages, I should like to send the season’s greet¬ 
ings. You will observe, one and all, that we are still trying to 
hammer it into the minds of successive classes of students that 
the use of good English in speech and writing is a first essential 
for a college graduate, and that a love of good literature, art, 
and music adds to the enjoyment of that best portion of life, our 
leisure hours; and with this ever-present task still before us 
we begin the year 1932. 

“I pray that the life of this year may ever lie fair in my 
memory. May I dare as I have never done. May I persevere 
as I have never done. May I purify myself anew with fire and 
water, soul and body. May my melody not be wanting to the 
season. May I gird myself to be a hunter of the beautiful, that 
naught may escape me.” 


I was chairman recently at a Musical Festival in Welland, 
in which children from the rural schools in three Inspectorates 
took part. I had accepted the invitation reluctantly, for I did 
not look forward with pleasure to a bus ride and train journey 
and the discomforts of the hotel. But it proved a very happy 
evening for me. There was an audience of over a thousand 
people, with some hundreds of eager boys and girls taking part. 
I was most interested in the children of the new Canadians from 
Eastern Europe, with unpronounceable names, who danced in 
native costume to the accompaniment of all sorts of instruments, 
from the bagpipes played by a brawny Highlander in kilts to 
the accordion of the musical Pole whose children carried off 
most of the first prizes. There was one orchestra of twenty-five 
children, and a trio of handsome young Austrians, who played 
with a finish that even the members of our College orchestra 
might envy. 




This is a new development in rural education, and I ven¬ 
ture to say that it makes the drab country school a happier place 
than it was in the days when I wielded the pointer and played 
“sheep-pen down” at recess with the whole school of sixty boys 
and girls. I shall go back to Welland again some day,—if they 
ask me. 

There are among our students quite a number who will be 
Agricultural Representatives and who will have to organize and 
carry on Musical Festivals. If you are to do your work well 
you should, while at College, neglect no opportunity to develop 
your musical taste and gain some knowledge of the elements of 
music. The Glee Club, the orchestra, and the band, and music 
in the class-room, are all means to this end. 


In the early 1920’s we used to bring to the College every 
year some Canadian speaker who was eminent in arts or letters. 
Our series began in 1919 with a familiar talk by the late Peter 
McArthur. This was, I think, one of the happiest evenings of 
his life, for our student body filled Massey Hall to overflowing, 
and they gave themselves up wholly to his infectious humour, 
and for McArthur himself, the occasion was made doubly happy 
from the fact that two of his boys, Dan and McKellar, were 
students at the College. 

The following winter Bliss Carman began his series of Can¬ 
adian recitals with two unforgettable evenings at the College. A 
year later we had Charles G. D. Roberts, newly returned from 
his long residence in England. Archdeacon F. G. Scott came 
next with his lecture on “Some Poems of Peace and War and 
How I Wrote Them,” which moved his audience alternately to 
kughter and tears. The next speaker was the very eminent 
sculptor, Dr. R. Tait McKenzie, who gave one of the most de¬ 
lightful addresses that we have had at this College. 

Early the next fall I called on Stephen Leacock at his 
summer home in Orillia to try to persuade him to come to the 
O. A. C. to lecture. At first he refused point-blank, but as we 
sat by his fire and chatted about classmates in our college days, 
he suddenly broke in with the question, “When do you want me 



to go to Guelph? I’ll .not charge you a cent, and I’ll not even 
let you pay my railway fare.” He was as good as his word, and 
next year he gave the Year ’26 lecture. 

I was ill that year, and because of this and other reasons, 
we discontinued these yearly Canadian lectures and recitals; but 
now again, after an interval we propose to resume them. In 
January Captain Theodore Goodridge Roberts, D. Litt., will give 
a lecture-recital in Memorial Hall. Captain Roberts is scarcely 
less distinguished as an author than his brother Charles. His 
poetry appeals even more directly to the average reader, and 
through his magazine stories of wild life in the New Brunswick 
forest, he has established a reputation as a short story writer, 
both in the United States and in England. His lecture-recital 
will be one of the memorable events of the college year. The 
probable date is Thursday evening, January 14th. 


What constitutes a satisfying play? The Irish dramatist, 
J. M. Synge, has summed up his answer to the question in these 
few words: “On the stage one must have reality and one must 
have joy.” 

This is the dramatist’s way of saying that a play must not 
portray characters or scenes that are too far removed from the 
actual experiences of life and that it must give utterance to 
the fundamental emotions of human life. If there is nothing 
in the play that moves the audience or gives them the “rich joy” 
that Synge speaks about, it is not worth while. “That,” he adds, 
“is why the intellectual drama has failed and why people have 
grown sick of the false joy of the musical comedy.” 

Besides these two essentials Synge insists on a third one. 
“In a good play,” he adds, “every speech should be as fully 
flavoured as a nut or apple, and such speeches cannot be written 
by anyone who works among people who have shut their lips 
on poetry. Perhaps we should not insist too rigidly upon this 
requirement; but it is an ideal which it is well for us to bear in 
mind. Taken all in all, 'the play that is most satisfying is one 
which possesses some beauty of form or phrase, such unforget¬ 
table lines that make it worth memorizing and worth remember¬ 

Reality, joy, speech that is “fully flavoured!” A play that 
is not trashy; a play that stirs an audience; a play that pos¬ 
sesses some beauty of thought and language,—these three es¬ 
sentials should not be impossible of realization. 




Some years ago when in England, I wrote to John Mase¬ 
field, now the poet laureate, asking him to give me some in¬ 
formation regarding his Little Theatre at his home in Boar’s 
Hill, near Oxford. The following is the letter he sent me in 

Dear Sir: — 

I thank you for your letter of July 25. 

The system on which we run our plays is this. 

First, we choose a good play, admittedly one of the world’s 

Then, we go round from house to house, asking people to 
act in it. 

When we have a full cast, we start rehearsals. 

Before the day of performance we borrow what costumes we 
cannot make or do not happen to have, and then give the per¬ 
formance in a neighboring village-hall. We try to make the 
costumes gay, and whatever the acting may prove to be, the 
play is a first-rate one. Each production takes about three or 
four weeks of preparation. We try to do six or seven plays a 
year. Yours sincerely, 

J. Masefield. 

‘‘Choose a good play.” That is the best possible ideal for 
any Dramatic Society. “Whatever the acting may prove to be,” 
the audience must get something from the entertainment when 
“the play is a first-rate one.” 


In the volume entitled “Father and Son,” in which Sir 
Edmund Gosse tells the story of his boyhood, he calls to mind 
one evening in particular in which his father sat with him in 
the growing dusk, and repeated to him some lines from Virgil; 
and to quote his own memorable words, “The magic of it took 
hold of me and entered into my heart forever.” Into this sent¬ 
ence of his is gathered the whole aim and purpose of our study 
of poetry. If you are not moved by some of the great soliloquies 
of Hamlet or the inexpressibly lovely lines from Lycidas, if you 
can never feel their magic, there is little else that is worth while 
for you in the study of literature. Poetry has been defined as 
“thought touched with emotion,” and if the boy or girl who 
studies poetry is not deeply moved by it, if it does not “take hold 
of him and enter into his heart forever,” it is worth little more 
to him than barren prose. O. J. Stevenson. 



Here and There 


Three Ontario Agricultural College teams won the first 
three places in the intercollegiate competition for the Acme- 
Farmers Dairy, Limited, trophy, at the Royal Winter Fair, To¬ 

The award is made to the Agricultural College whose team 
of five students makes the highest aggregate score in judging 
classes of heavy horses, beef and dairy cattle, sheep, and swine. 
The "A” team of the O.A.C. won the trophy by a margin of 57 
points, scoring 8,465 out of a possible 10,000; the “B” team 
had 8,408 points, and the “C” team 7,942 points. E. N. Needham 
won the gold medal awarded by the dairy to the contestant hav¬ 
ing the highest aggregate score in all classes of stock. Needham 
scored 1,758 out of a possible 2,000. 

M. D. Shearer, with a score of 382 out of a possible 400, won 
the E. H. Stonehouse memorial trophy, awarded to the contest¬ 
ant in the intercollege and intercounty judging competition 
having the highest score in judging dairy cattle. 


Making this annual trip to Chicago to compete in the judg¬ 
ing contests at the International Livestock Exposition, repre¬ 
sentatives of the O.A.C. made a very good showing when they 
finished in sixth place out of twenty-three competing teams. 

Gourlay obtained the highest standing of the team, and tied 
for second place in beef cattle; while Dunsmore was seventh in 
sheep, and ninth in hogs. 

The team was made up of Messrs. Needham, Douglas, Duns¬ 
more, Pettit and Shearer, and was under the direction of Pro¬ 
fessor R. G. Knox. 

In addition to Chicago the party visited Michigan State 
College, Purdue University and the University of Illinois. 


In the inter-year judging competition, held at the Winter 
Fair on December 7th, the third year, with a lead of 39 points 
over the fourth year, won the George E. Day Trophy. The 
standing of the various years was as follows. 3rd year, 5,181 
points; 4th year, 5,142 points; 2nd year, 4,774 points; and the 
Is t year, 4,628 points. 




The exhibit of the Ontario Agricultural College at the National 
Hay and Grain Show in connection with the International Livestock 
Exposition in Chicago, attracted wide attention, and many favourable 
comments have been made on it by visitors from all parts of the world. 

The exhibit consisted of a surrounding arch carrying the title and 
ihe College crest, and within the arch the following features: 

A mechanical central construction showed the practice of grading 
hogs on foot, by the use of models carried on a series of belts. Thes? 
hog models passed through labelled doors and were apparently directed 
by an automatic man, who pointed to a particular doorway through 
which each hog should pass. On either side of this central structure 
were show cases, one on the left containing cuts of cured meat from 
the desirable grades of hogs, and one on the right containing cuts 
from the undesirable grades. 

In front of the mechanical grader, and between the two show¬ 
cases, was a cutout picture (life-size) of a housewife cooking bacon 
on a stove, and her little son handing up his plate for more bacon as 
lie pointed to the case containing the desirable cuts and says, “More 
cf this kind, please, Mom.” 

To the left of the left-hand show-case was a mechanical device 
showing a continuous stream of mixed grains running into a grinder 
from which a spout ran into a hog feeding pen, while a continuous 
procession of hog models came out of this pen and walked aroun : 
through a doorway leading to market. 

To the right of the right-hand show-case, on a table, was a model 
of a field containing a number of hog models, including the four 
marked grades in the numerical proportion in which they are now 
being produced in Ontario. 

At the ends of the show-cases are show-cards, the one to the leA 
bearing the legend “Top Grade Makes Trade. Let’s Make Top 
Grade”, the one to the right bearing the legend “Low Grade Spoils 
Trade. N.G. Low Grade.” 

We were pleased to receive the two following accounts of visits- 
to Ontario from Bower F. Forward, of Class ’25. Mr. Forward is now 
Supervising Analyst of the Seed Branch, Department of Agriculture. 


Possibly the most interesting area on a Trans-Continental train 
trip is Northern Ontario. This vast stretch of land requires two full- 
days to pass by train. Rather than become monotonous as one might 
expect, its rugged beauty is most fascinating. 

Northern Ontario is noted throughout the world for its vast min¬ 
eral wealth especially silver, copper, nickel and gold. However, its 
outstanding asset is its natural beaut} r . For miles and miles, we 
admired the ever changing panorama of beautiful small lakes, rocky 
promontories, covered by millions of towering evergreen trees. We 
saAV an occasional farm. These are in a more fertile area as proved 
by the fine growth of crops. Red clover is one of the principal hay 

The towns are small, but many are very attractive. Some are 
railroad centres and some are pretty summer resorts, their rustic log 
cabins clustering along the lake shores. Fishing and boating seem 
to be favourite pastimes during the summer, while deer, moose and 
bird hunting is popular in the fall. 

We made a stop-over between trains at Sioux Lookout. This is 
one of the railroad centres on a lovely woodland lake. Brick build 
ings have replaced many of the old frame ones. There is one roaa 
outside the town itself. It is fourteen miles long. At one end of this 



road on a lake front is a lovely artistic log cabin, “Moberley Inn” 
It attracts big game hunters each fall. 

There are four seaplane stations here. One is commercial, one 
forestry reserve and two are prospecting. On the highest hill is a fire 
lookout tower. The Sioux Indians used this hill years ago to watch 
for enemies, hence the name Sioux Lookout. 

On our motor boat trip we passed the forest fire station with its 
bright red boat-houses and its general air of tidiness and fresh paint. 
We passed cosy log cabins and gay little motor boats. We came to 
the Indian Agricultural School financed by the Anglican Church. 
This school has a very large building for classroom and dormitory 
purposes, while a number of smaller buildings are constructed nearby 
to house the livestock, which is used for classroom purposes. 


In the early part of August, I had the privilege of visiting our 
Alma Mater for the brief space of four hours. This short period, 
however, just gave me time to acquaint myself with the many changes 
in the surroundings. 

To see new structures like the million dollar dormitory, the Horti¬ 
cultural building, with its many adjoining greenhouses, the Trent 
Baking School and a golf course for the use of the students indicates 
that our Alma Mater has made wonderful progress in the educational 
world since our graduation in 1925. 

Our party was welcomed by Dr. Harcourt in the absence of the 
President, Dr. Christie. As guests of the College, Ave Avere invited to 
lunch in Creelman Hall. 

PolloAving lunch, Ave made an inspection of the neAv buildings 
and some of the older ones. The neAv million dollar residence located 
on the same site as the former Johnson Hall, affords the undergradu¬ 
ate student all the comforts and convenience of a modern home. Its 
administraton offices, hospital, lounge rooms, guest rooms, shower* 
and cafeteria supply the students’ needs during their stay in College 

The Memorial Hall has added a lot of colour bv the addition of 




life sized portraits of many of the former Presidents. These are prac¬ 
tically all gifts from graduate classes. A very fine portrait is dis¬ 
played of Dr. Reynolds, who was President in our College days. A 
number of Americans comprised our party. They were very much 
impressed with this building. 

Mills Hall has added comfort to its lounge room by the addition 
of a radio. I observed, too, that the graduate classes were reverting 
to the old style of group pictures. 

The new Trent Baking School is of red brick structure. It is 

located to the rear and left side of the New dormitory. The location 
of the new Horticulture Building is ideal. By tearing down the old 
building and the greenhouses, we will have a clear view from the Api¬ 
culture Building to Macdonald Hall. The new Horticulture Building is 
similar to the Apiculture Building in style, although larger. I should 
judge it as fine a buildng as at any Canadian or American University. 

The Cutten Golf Course is located to the north east of Macdonald 
Hall. It is possibly one of the finest golf courses in Western Ontario 

Bower F. Forward. 


Dr. Christie recently received a letter from Mr. C. H. Curran, 
Assistant Curator of the American Museum of Natural History, i;i 
Avhich he mentions having forwarded, at the request of Prof. A. W. 
Baker, copies of a number of his papers on Entomology to the College 
Library. In concluding the letter he makes the following statement 
which deserves a good deal of consideration: 


U I do not know whether any effort has been made by the College 
to secure copies of all papers, etc., published by graduates but I imag¬ 
ine that such a collection would prove quite valuable and would make 
a most impressive showing.” 

It is to be hoped that all graduates of the College will take the 
hint and adopt Mr. Curran’s suggestion. 




A. M. Shaw, ’00, dean of agriculture at the University of 
Saskatchewan, was the principal speaker at the Annual Banquet 
of the Canadian Society of Technical Agriculturists, held in 
Toronto on Saturday, November 21st, at which a number of 
O.A.C. Alumni were present. 

Making reference to the competition that Canada had to 
face, Dean Shaw asserted: “I stated that we had to sell on the 
markets of the world—we have to compete with the countries of 
the world regardless of the form the competition takes. Will 
Russia be a great competitor of Canada is a question that has 
interested a good many people in recent months, and quite a 
few statements have been made from various sources that she 
will cease to be a competitor comparatively soon. However, I 
think in the long run there is some reason to believe she will not 
be as great a competitor as we expect.” 

The main difficulty Canada had had in the past two years 
was that countries which formerly took Western grain, such as 
Italy, Germany and France, had erected tariff barriers so high 
that it had been impossible for their people to buy Canadian 

wheat. Directing attention to the standard of living in Russia, 
Dean Shaw declared that it was increasing at a remarkable rate, 
probably at a greater rate than that of the countries of the 
Western world. As a consequence, she would consume a much 
higher proportion of her own products, and, in that way, not 
be as great a competitor as she was today. 

At another point Dean Shaw made the statement: “Farmers 
of Western Canada are not Reds, although sometimes we see 
reports in Eastern and Western papers to that effect. But it is 
not so.” 

Those seated at the head table included: H. L. Trueman, Secretary 
C.S.T.A., Ottawa; Dr. G. H. Barton, President, Macdonald College, St. Anne 
dc Bellevue; Dr. G. I. Christie, President O.A.C., Guelph; W. A. Weir. P r esi- 
dcnt Toronto Local; H. S. Arkell, Dominion President C.S.T.A.. Ottawa, 
who presided; Professor Kirk, Ottawa; J. A. Lavoie, representative Depart¬ 
ment of Agriculture, Quebec; Dr. W. V. Langley, Provincial Agriculturist, 
N.B.; J. B. Fairbairn, Deputy Minister of Agriculture, Province of Ontario; 
Dr. Macount, Dean of Horticulture, Ottawa; Dr. Grobell, Perdue University, 
Indiana; and Mr. Lafevre, French Secretary. C.S.C.A., Montreal. 


YEAR ’33 

presents the 


February 5th, 1932 

Ex-Students wishing Invitations, should write 







The “Conversat,” the dance of the year, the largest formal 
dance of the Ontario Agricultural College, will take place on 
the evening of February the Fifth. The third year extend a 
cordial invitation to the faculty, the alumni, the undergraduates 
and all those associated with the O.A.C., to come to this joyous 
reunion, our conversazione. 

That your entertainment may be complete, even the smallest 

• t r •* ** • 

details are receiving the most attentive consideration. It is 
the ambition of Year ’33 to create and bring to a successful con¬ 
clusion the best dance ever held on the campus. Soft music that 
takes your cares away; a smooth floor where rhythm is trans¬ 
lated into a poetry of motion; low glimmering lights to complete 
the picture. 

The Wright Brothers Orchestra needs no introduction. It 
is considered by all dance lovers as one of the best dance orches¬ 
tras in Ontario. Having recently concluded a very successful 
season at Brant Inn they are in a position to furnish music of 
the highest calibre. 

Regarding the decorations,—the committee in charge pro¬ 
mises something new and original. Already plans are under 
way which will ensure the decorative scheme being one of the 
best yet staged at the Conversat. The lighting technicians have 
arranged an effect which will accentuate the delightful harmony 
of color. 

The committee in charge consists of: Convener, R. Ainslie; 
Mac Hall Representative, Miss M. Smith; Treasurer, E. A. 
Banting; Secretary, W. H. Minshall; Decorations, N. D. Hogg; 
Assistant to decorations, W. L. Whyte; Refreshments, E. K. 
Patterson; Invitations, E. A. Manning; Programmes, C. A. 
Wood; Music, J. Wishart; Reception, R. W. Greenwood; Lights. 
A. Burrell; Assistant to Lights, A. A. McNeil; Floor, E. G. 
Kellough; Checking, G. A. Wright. 

May we again remind you of the date, February the fifth. 
Plan to attend. Year ’33 extends to all a cordial invitation. 




Do F. Hassard, Editor. 

Come let us go while we are in our prime, 

And take the harmless folly of the time; 

We shall grow old apace and die, 

Before we know our liberty. 



From the very start when new and old students assembled 
at the college way back in the sunny days of September the term 
has been one of unequalled activity. 

The initiation of the Freshmen, the Flag Fight—what 
memories do they recall? The Freshmen’s Prom, when many 
met for the first time, the girl of their dreams, the old boys’ 
game, followed by a re-union dance in Mac Hall, where we met 
again the many graduates of yesterday. And then to give Sep¬ 
tember a final send-off, the Seniors held one of those bacon roasts 
we read about, but seldom see—it was a wow! 

October was ushered in with rumours of a new social 
schedule, new rules, and even one cynic went as far as to sug¬ 
gest bars for the windows. When the misunderstandings were 
finally settled we got down to the old grind once more. Every¬ 
where on the campus some form of sport was under way. Weiner 
Roasts, Dances, and other parties filled the Social Programme. 
Thanksgiving gave us a short holiday, and also for those who 
stayed one of those glorious turkey dinners. And then came the 
Hallowe’en Dance, and what a success it was! Graduates, under¬ 
graduates and faculty all turned out to fill Creelman Hall to the 
doors, not to mention the many who were entertained at Mac. 
Hall. To provide the necessary variety in our programme the 
Union Literary Society and the Students Christian Movement 
brought in interesting speakers. For the athletes, Field Day 
gave them an opportunity to display their best. Another month 
gone with little academic work done. 

November was just as interesting as the previous month. 



Perhaps the most outstanding event was the invasion of the 
Royal Alexandra at Toronto when some four bus loads of stud¬ 
ents and co-eds saw the “Barretts of Wimpole Street.” The 
Royal Winter Fair was the reason for another invasion of To¬ 
ronto, where reunions of all kinds and descriptions were in 
order. Then the I. O. D. E. dance to the melodious strains of 
Jeans’ orchestra. Programme “hops” were introduced with 
varying opinions—and still not much more academic work ^ac- 

With December comes a feeling of responsibility, and every¬ 
where is seen signs of concentrated studying. Even the Seniors 
are ambitious trying to get the necessary work done on a thesis. 
Even December has its store of social events that have not yet 
been held at the date of writing. 

College life is always the same in its infinite variety and 
ordered chaos. Depressions may come and go, markets may 
crash, but youth will have its day. 

‘ A Merry Xmas and may 1932 see you sitting on top of the 


Following a combined programme presented by the Union 
Xdterary Society and the Philharmonic Society, in which the 
outstanding selections were a dance, “Alice Blue Gown,” by the 
Misses Rutland and Harrison, with Miss Lorna Snow singing in 
accompaniment, a solo by Angus Banting, “The Ragged Vaga¬ 
bond,” and a short play entitled “The Playgoers,” the Union 
Literary Society Executive were able to persuade the Hart House 
String Quartet to play in Memorial Hall the following Tuesday 

We are grateful for the opportunity to hear good music at 
the College, and the programme, which was short, but excellent, 
was much appreciated. 


programme was 

as follows: — 



.Quartet in D Major, Opus 76, No. 5 



Tchaikowsky . . 

. Andante Cantabile 


Boccherini .... 



.Molly on the Shore 




Bridge . 


Arr. by Pochon. 

.Drink to Me only with Thine Eyes 



.To Saint Malo 

(French-Canadian Folk Song) 




Criticizing an amateur performance that has been put on 
with practically two weeks of rehearsals, a performance that 
has been initiated and acted by students, who spend the majority 
of the day in class-rooms, is a problem that presents consider¬ 
ably more difficulty than is at first apparent. 

It would be easy to call attention to the faults in the pro¬ 
duction, for there were faults, easy to criticize the acting individ¬ 
ually and collectively did one not stop to consider the circum¬ 
stance under which it was produced. To say that it was a poor 
show would neither be just nor true, but to say that it was one 
of the best shows produced here would certainly be an exagger¬ 
ation. Perhaps it can best be summarized in the classic doggerel: 

“When it was good it was very, very good, 

But when it was bad it was ’orrid.” 

The first act was rather unbalanced, the Rajah and the 
Pligh Priest played superbly, Major Crespin was very much over¬ 
acted, while Traherne was unconvincing. Lucilla was good—in 
fact Lucilla was good all through the play—at no time was she 
very good, but at no time was she poor. Also in this act the 
difficulty of producing a large set on a small stage was apparent 
—the whole scene gave one rather an impression of being crowd¬ 
ed when the suggestion of the book is of space. 

Both the second and third acts were an immense improve¬ 
ment—the setting fitted the size of the stage and was extremely 
good. Major Crespin played well and convincingly and Treherne 
was very much improved. The Rajah again was excellent, and 
Watkin—who was very stiff in the first act—gave us possibly 
the finest bit of character work of the whole play. 

The last act was very much the poorest part of the perfor¬ 
mance—the stage was again too crowded, particularly by the 
statue which seemed to get in the way very effectively. 

Lucilla and Traherne failed to give a very convincing im¬ 
pression of lovers about to be executed, and the Rajah was a 
little too sincere for his part. The climatical arrival of the 
aeroplane was very weak—the assembled company greeting their 
ai rival with about as much excitement as they would have shown 
ii they had spent their lives at Hendon or Camp Borden. The 



lieutenant was rather apologetic and deferential, and the con¬ 
demned took their release with remarkable stoicism. 

The whole performance showed rather less finish than we 
have been accustomed to. The dancing was mechanical and re¬ 
minded one of the precision of a parade squad rather than the 
abandon of the Orient. Credit is certainly due to Mrs. Maclean 
for her supervision of the production, but she has done much 
better things with a smaller cast—her genius is certainly for 
coaching character plays rather than for those productions that 
depend so much on the gorgeous for their effect. 


We were a little disappointed to receive only five entries for 
the competition, but fear we are partly to blame for not being 
more specific as to what was wanted. 

To choose between two poems, a drawing and a descriptive 
article, is not only hard for the judges, but rather unfair to the 

The judges were unanimous, however, in awarding first 
prize to the poem, “Darkness,” by C. Castell. “Reverie” is good 
and has a splendid swing, but does not quite come up to the 
standard of the former poem. 

The drawing of the moose is commendable, and the article 
on South Africa is excellent descriptive writing. The fifth entry 
dealing with Junior Livestock Club work had some interesting 
material which was presented in rather dry form. 

In view of the small number of entries it was decided not 
to award a second prize. 


Just in the quiet moments, of the night 
When other folks are far away in sleep, 

Out of the darkness great processions creep, 

And ’round my bed they take their silent flight: 

The faces that I’ve seen throughout the day, 

The children’s smile, the old man’s quiet gaze, 

And some forgotten long from other days, 

Come thronging by, and slowly fade away. 

And there are times when I can faintly hear 
The patter nf a thousand little feet, 

At midnight, when the elves and fairies meet 
To dance awhile; then they, too, disappear. 

And still more vivid comes the airy fleet C. Tucker, ’34 
Of little hopes and joys that through the day 
Have lodged with me a while, and flown away; 

And I relive all those sensations sweet. 

Oh lovely night, when I am all my own, 

And all the world is mine, and worlds beyond; 

When at a word, the farthest stars respond, 

And we are each a King upon a throne! 

C. Castell, ’32. 


There’s a call of utter longing in the sighing of the wind 
As it whistles through the spruces past my room, 

And it beckons me from studies, from my daily toilsome grind, 

To the hills and woods, the freedom of my home. 

There’s a sparkle in the diamonds of the snowflakes as they soar, 

As they gently swing to rest out of the sky, 

How I long to go and gather all the wealth they have in store, 

Break the bonds that hold me helpless here, and fly. 

But while I’m idly dreaming of the things I dare not do 
I am gathering a courage from my dreams, 

I am building up a fortitude to see this business through, 

As well as gaining rest-or so it seems. “E. A.” 

South Africa—Distance and Solitude. 

The Valley of a Thousand Hills 

Forty Thousand Natives in Mourning 

H. Doris Nathan, 34. 

T HE picturesque Valley of a Thousand Hills in 
Natal, known the length and breadth of South 
Africa, as one of the Union’s most beautiful scenic spots, is to¬ 
day a valley of sorrow and mourning—a valley of silent grief. 

Forty thousand natives of the Mdhuli tribe, who for centur¬ 
ies have lived in the secluded and peaceful surroundings of the 
valley, are lamenting the death of their chief, Mgangizive, who 
died on January 10th at the age of 100 years. 

For more than a year, he had battled with death. In October, 
1929, he knew that he had not long to live, but he lingered on, 
guarded by six women and twelve men, who watched day and 
night to keep away the “evil spirits.” 

The funeral will long be remembered for its amazing dis¬ 
play of the loyalty of his people, and the strict adherence to 
the traditional burial rites which are observed when a chief of 
-royal rank dies. These ceremonies have been handed down 
through the ages, dating back to the years long before the reign 
of Chaka. 



According to these traditions, M’gangizive was not dead 
until his body was buried, so that the morning following his 
death, the tribe assembled en masse for a great merrymaking 
and feasting. 

A moilntain-stream, which forms a small waterfall close to 
the royal kraal, and hitherto unpolluted by bathers, was the 
scene of the opening cermonies of the burial rites; here, every 
member of the tribe, obeying an unwritten law, stripped and 
bathed before climbing back up the rock-strewn hill to the 
cattle-kraal laager. 

Then the great gorging 
of food began. Beasts, which 
had been specially fattened 
for the occasion, were skin¬ 
ned and roasted practically 
whole over the huge open 
fires, and large quantities of 
native beer were consumed. 

There was no stinting or 
economizing since every 
member of the tribe ate and 
drank as much as he, could*: 

C '• /, i -iK*.’ y v' 

in preparation for the sad 
hours that were to follow. 

The hillsides were black 
with crowds of natives when 
the funeral ceremonies be¬ 
gan. The body of the chief 
was wrapped in the skin of 
one of the oxen that had 
been slaughtered, and after 
it had been placed in the 
coffin, made from grasses, 
which was really only a large 
basket, the chief indunas and 
members Of the high impis Waterfall—South Coast of Natal. 

liied past, slowly, to view their chief for the last time and to 
satisfy themselves that he was really dead. 

At the spot chosen by the royal family for the burial, the 
heir to the chieftainship, Umgazini, marked out the grave site 
and broke the soil with his spear. Digging operations were 



continued by other tribal indunas, headsmen and captains of 
the three royal impis; the heir, who is fifty years old, standing 
at the head of the grave, held his father’s weapons of defence in 
his right hand. The chief was buried in an upright position, so 
that he would not become cramped and stiff, and his personal 
belongings such as his pipes, clothes, spears and sticks were 
placed in the grave beside him. 

The funeral over, the whole tribe immediately started on 
what is known as “the grief of two moons.” Men and women 
went back to their kraals and shaved all their hair off. During 
these two months, the men and women will live in separate 
huts, and there will be no dancing or feasting in the valley. 
Meanwhile eight principal indunas of the tribe will stay with 
the bereaved family. 

As soon as this period is over another great feast will take 
place, and the men will dress as if they are going to hunt, and 
there will be another bathe, dance, feast and a mimic hunt. 

One year hence the mysterious “spirit” dance, a dance never 
understood by European races, will take place. Rituals passed 
down through the years, from witchdoctor to witchdoctor, will 
be observed. Native costume orders this as a welcome to the 
spirit of the departed chief who has returned to enter the body 
of his successor, so that he might be a good and wise ruler. 

Old M’gangizive is dead, but his memory will live for long 
in the minds of his people, and many a song of his greatness, 
bravery and wisdom will be sung around the kraal fires, and in 
time, his name will become legendary. 


Editor, Mabel A. Aewberry, ’32. 


Christmas is in tile air! 

How do you know? 

Well first of all the Sewing Labs, are just simply crowded 
every Saturday morning, and the sudden and extreme interest 
displayed in this domestic art is ample proof that the end of 
the term is drawing nigh. Then, too, Juniors and Seniors, alike, 
are busily engaged in catching up with the chemistry notes, 
missed on the odd day when they indulged in restful slumber. 
Already post mortems have been held over last year’s exams, 
leaving the Juniors weak and trembling, and the Seniors full 
of wonder at their inability to keep last year’s resolution, “If 
ever I get through this time, I’ll never let my work slide again.” 

But thinking of pleasanter things—the excursions down 


town grow more interesting weekly because, you know, tinsel 
and evergreen and colored lights are to be seen in the windows, 
and all sorts of Christmassy things inside. And once again we 
have those delightfully bewildering decisions to make about 
“just what shall I give?”—coupled with which, of course, are 
the, “Now I wish someone would give me” thoughts. 

Somehow or other, it may be a habit we Mac. girls have 
developed, but we do like people to think we work frightfully 
hard. And it’s the most aggravating thing in the world to 
have someone say, “How well you look!”—because immediately 
you think of those extra pounds you didn’t have last September. 
Well, if you happen to be going by the Gym late at night and 
hear the most mysterious thumps—don’t be alarmed, the Hall 
is not haunted, it’s just a handful of our number determined not 
to be greeted when they go home for the vacation, with, “How 
well you look—your work can’t, be hard!” 

And now, because it’s almost the end of the year, and almost 
Christmas, here’s wishing every member of the Staff, every 
graduate, and every student the very happiest and best Christ¬ 
mas yet; and here’s hoping that next year has just as many 
pleasures in store as this year did, so that when December, 1932, 
rolls around we can look back with the same feeling of happi¬ 
ness as we have in December, 1931. 

Christmas on the Prairies 

Florence Marshall 

W HENEVER the Spirit of Christmas Past calls 
lip a train of happy memories, I see first of 
all, tiny little figures scampering across the floor in the early 
morning darkness with their arms laden with bulging stockings 
and interesting looking parcels, then I hear excited little squeals 
of delight and murmurs of satisfaction—and yes, I can still taste 
those big “gooey” gum-drops and feel the nutshells sticking into 
me which somehow or other were dropped in the bed in the 
moment of great excitement. Even yet I remember too, “life’s 
darkest moment,” when the playmats across the street in their 
over-zealous wisdom, acquainted me with the cruel news, “There 
is no Santa Claus!” There were other Christmases, whose 
parties, sleigli-riding, and skating left fun and laughter in their 
wake, but the Christmas which I’ll remember longest, with the 
happiest associations, is the Christmas of “my first Christmas 

Of course there had been Christmas Trees at home, at 
school, ait Sunday School, and I had duly taken my turn in drills 
and dances and plays; had sat in the front seat just as shiny- 
eyed as the rest, and had experienced that same little squirm of 
pleasure when jolly old Saint Nick came stamping in to distribute 
all the mysterious little bundles to an appreciative little aud¬ 
ience. But this Christmas Tree was different—you see I was 
responsible for it, I planned the drills and plays, and I actually 
knew beforehand what every last parcel contained. “What fun 
would there be in that ? you say—ah, but wait and I’ll tell you. 

You see it all happened in a little one-roomed school, situ¬ 
ated in the centre of one hundred and sixty acres of virgin 
prairie in Southern Satkatchewan. It was a new district and 
the people who were building it up had come for many miles 
to do it—the Chowanics hailed from Poland, £<s did a great many 
of their neighbors; the older Kots had grown up in Hungary; 
Nick Seitz was very proud of the fact that he belonged to the 
German stock, coming from Southern Russia, a country endowed 
with every blessing a bounteous nature could bestow, but as he 



himself said it had, “vun very poor rule”—that’s why he was 
in Saskatchewan. Millekers were German, and Literskys came 
from Northern Russia, and could tell spell-binding tales of 
Siberia—but there, I almost forgot how the Mahaffeys left Erin 
many years ago, paused in old Ontario for a time, and finally 
found their “little gray home in the West.” 

Now the greatest social event of the seafeon in such dis¬ 
tricts as these is the Annual Christmas Tree, and every school 
has a two-fold ambition at this time of year, first, to have a 
“bigger and better concert” than last year’s, and secondly, to 
have a bigger ahd better concert than any adjoining district. 
When these two aims had been duly presented by the student 
body in the light of their true importance we began to practise— 
about the seventh of November. I never like to dwell too long 
on the struggle which fell to my lot, of convincing my charge 
that no matter how attractive a programme we might have, that 
was not the paramount reason for their attendance at school. 

It was while practising the Christmas Carols that I first 
noticed a lack of expression, as it were, and undue emphasis in 
the wrong place. Finally, after persistently singing, “The 
Cattle are Loafing,” instead of “The Cattle are Lowing,” the 
practise came to a halt, and I began to explain certain words, the 
realization having just dawned upon me that the only place they 
heard English spoken was at school, and doubtless some of the 
words were confusing. The process of explanation brought this 
stalrtling discovery to light—only one, only one in that whole 
school, knew the story of the first Christmas. 

Practices went on apace during recesses and noon hours 
in the schoolroom, in the cloakroom, and in the basement. The 
pupils went home and sang their songs and said their “pieces” 
to other members of the family, who listened with open-eyed 
wonder at their cleverness. And I—well I began to burn the 
midnight oil long past the witching hour as I laboriously fash¬ 
ioned sixteen pastel colored fairy dresses from Dennison’s Crepe 
paper, and eight Brownie Costumes from sateen. (Now that my 
fourth term in Sewing is nearly over and I have learned the 
intricacies of making a little boy’s suit, I turn pale at the 
thoughts of those Brownie costumes and wonder how my pupils 
ever got into them. Fortunately they were not critically in¬ 
clined and my handiwork was looked upon as being quite clever.) 



Other costumes were fashioned; little green and red bags made 
and filled with candies, nuts and oranges; presents and prizes 
wrapped and hidden away because you see—I lived at the same 
home as four of my pupils rind their faith in Santa was still 

It was an unusual year—so far no snow had fallen and the 
weather had remained quite mild, there was no doubt about it— 
we were to have “a green Christmas.” This caused the tinier 
tots a great deal of uneasiness because I had always vividly 
pictured Santa sitting m a sleigh, piled high with parcels, and 
dashing across the snow in the moonlight behind six speedy 
reindeer. Some of the customs which their parents had brought 
from the old land knew not the jolly old Saint in this guise, 
and it had been my particular joy to tell how he had even been 
known to climb down chimneys and leave presents! As day 
a fter day passed, bringing no snow, I was stormed with questions 
and finally made the little fellows happy by assuring them that 
Santa would find some way. Well do I remember a bigger 
problem though, that I had to solve one noon hour. Jack, he 
of Irish parentage, and Bernard, were having a heated discussion 
over in the corner, ending like this, “Well, go and ask her!”-— 
“Alright, go on and see.” I waited, wondering just what it 
would be this time. Bernard put the first question, his black 
eyes blacker than ever in the intense excitement of the moment, 
“There is a Santa Clatis, isn’t there Teacher, there is one?”— 
his voice rose, carrying in its inflection all the faith and hope 
and trust which his little being possessed for the Christmas 
Saint. And then Jack, with his roguish blue eyes, laiighed, and 
with an ever so knowing look said, “No there isn’t, now you 
know there isn’t.” What could I do? I couldn’t watch the light 
of happiness die out in Bernard’s eyes, nor did I wish to con¬ 
tradict Jack’s statement, so trying to convey the look of we- 
won’t-spoil-things for Bernard, I said, “Well, Jack, I’ve always 
hung up my stocking and had it filled.” The argument was 
ended, but the little Irishman had the last word. With the 
parting shot of, “Well Santa doesn’t fill it,”—he resumed his 

The continued mild weather was very conducive to illnesses, 
and a series of colds swept through the district, followed bv the 
odd case of chicken-pox, and then a particularly persistent 
variety of “flu” seemed to find a foothold. In spite of all the 



medical advice I could offer the daily attendance dwindled, and 
we began to wonder if our long-looked-forward-to concert would 
have to be abandoned. But they were courageous little souls, 
and after recovering from chicken-pox, back they came, deter¬ 
mined to make up for lost time—and have a Christmas Tree. 

The morning of the twentieth of December dawned, £fnd at 
eight o’clock the whole school had arrived—you can’t imagine 
just how full of excitement the air was that morning. Older 
brothers and sisters remained “to help,” and no one could have 
the heart to send them home, because we are all Children at 
Christmas, and Christmas is Children’s Daly. The stage and 
curtains were arranged, the 'blackboards decorated with stencils 
of holly and poinsettias; the Three Wise Men travelled across 
one board, and the Shepherds crowded around the Manger on 
another. Then came the dress rehearsal, and at the sight of 
tissue paper dresses and glittering tinsel their cup of joy was 
just about full. But too much excitement is not good for any¬ 
one, least of all for children so recently recovered from illness, 
so at two o’clock they were all packed off home and told to have 
a good sleep. 

And then my fun began! From its hiding place, over a 
it fter in the attic, the little Christmas tree was brought down, 
and from another corner in the attic the big box with the candies 
and presents, was dragged forth. It was only a tiny tree, but 
after it had been securely planted in a lard pail, its branches 
covered with icicles, tinsel and strings of colored popcorn, the 
pail hidden with cotton batting ahd ,‘snow”—well, it was the 
most beautiful tree, and even its branches seemed to quiver with 
excitement as the presents were tied to them. 

The concert was to begin at eight o’clock, but at six the 
crowd began to gather. The parents were just as excited as the 
children, and I haven’t yet decided whether parent or pupil 
thought that fairy-like tree as it stood with Cll its candles light¬ 
ed, the most beautiful. I can still hear the excited little whispers 
in a foreign language as the children explained the drawings on 
the blackboard; made conjectured as to what the parcels con¬ 
tained; half-told their wondering guests some of the great 
surprises which were in store for them, and then the important 
little way they surreptitiously placed the present for the teacher 
under the tree. 



By eight o’clock the school could not hold another soul— 
the overflow crowd was seated on the stage or “hanging-in” at 
the open windows. The curtains parted and the opening chorus 
began, the second stanza was in full swing when Jennie, beer use 
of heat, excitement and recent illness, swayed and was caught 
just before falling in a faint. For a minute I thought about the 
psychological effect—what would it be? I need not have worried. 
Those youngsters missed not a note, and the song went on. 
Angeline told me afterwards that when she noticed Jennie get 
white she felt sort of scared, but she just sang a little louder to 
make up for Jennie! 

The concert was a success from beginning to end, the fairy 
dance brought the house down; “Santa’s Workshop” made the 
little ones, too young for school, squirm with delight when the 
“nosey” little Brownie was kicked by a reindeer, and had to 
take a dose of pain-killer; the parents beamed with pride as one 
after another spoke up without a trace of nervousness or a 
trace of foreign accent. 

It was while the little playet, “The Doll’s Christmas,” was 
being enacted, that Marie walked off the strlge and whispered 
in my ear, “I think I’m going to faint, teacher.” I turned to 
administer first aid, while Rosie took the book, from which I 
had been prompting, out of my hand, and Josephine calmly 
walked on the stage to take Marie’s place. That was the finest 
piece of eo-operaltion I’ve ever seen! 

Then came “The Minuet”—four boys and four girls were to 
take part, but one little girl had not recovered from her illness. 
There were only four girls of the correct height, and what was 
I to do? I thought of the fair-haired, rosy-cheeked, versatile 
Jack, and he realizing in what dire need I was, agreed to be a 
second Ross Hamilton—he would impersonate ai girl. He wore 
his little crinoline dress of tissue paper at practices without a 
murmur, but the night of the concert “the worm turned.” He 
too, had been affected by heat and by the crowd, and had decided 
that being a girl wasn’t much fun. I had one glimpse of him, 
ready for the stage, but instead of the little white shoulders 
above the dress there aippeard a little white shirt and bow tie. I 
remonstrated with him, and he appeared a few minutes later, 
faultlessly attired as a quaint little maid of 1860 of thereabouts. 
The dance was progressing quite smoothly, and I was beginning 



to breathe freely once more, when I was startled by loud laughter 
from the audience. Now the Minuet was not supposed to be 
funny, so I took a look at the stage—or.horrors! there was Jack 
gracefully stepping about, but alas and aleck, the long trousers 
of which he was so proud, had slip—slipped—slipped until they 
showed beneath his dress. The situation was funny, and I joined 
the audience in their laughter. Afterwards when I asked Jack 
for an explanation for the persistency with which he clung to 
his man’s attire, he replied rather tearfully, “I wore a dress ’n 
a girl’s hat ’n rooge” (this in a whisper) and I’d gone as far 
as I was going to!” It was quite clear that argument was use¬ 
less so the discussion ended. 

The children were all on the stage singing a welcome to 
Santa Claus, when the dear old soul, by some strange coincid¬ 
ence, came in with a, flourish of bells. They flocked about him 
and over him, felt his face and beard, clapped their hands and 
danced. Santa told them about his long aeroplane trip, and 
all the good reports he had heard of the Connor School (sup¬ 
pressed squeals of delight) and then Edna piped up, “Santa, 
Santa, don’t you see the tree?” Well, then he did notice it, and 



with a “Bless my heart, if here aren’t some of the parcels I sent 
ahead this morning,” began to distribute the mysterious bundles, 
which didn’t remain mysterious very long. There was a present 
fbr everyone, and you should have seen Henry stroke the little 
gray horse on wheels, and Anna squeeze the tiny little doll in a 
motherly fashion. The teacher, too, received her share, and 

anyone could pick the givers out as the parcels were opened by 
the proud, important looks on their faces. The presents were 
examples of the handiwork of other lands, and one piece of carv¬ 
ing, in particular, will always be numbered as one of my trea¬ 
surers. Isn’t it strange, but, small as they were, those children 
seemed to derive just as much pleasure from being thanked for 
their gift as they did in receiving one. 

When everyone had received candy and nuts, the opening 
bars of “Oh Canada” brought the children to attention in a 
second, and & few minutes later, their elders, quick to notice, 
stood also. And as they stood, those people from many lands, 
and sang, “We Stand on Guard for Thee!” I couldn’t help but 
feel that they will only be led to a realization of the true mean¬ 
ing of “standing on guard” or citizenship, through the leader¬ 
ship of the little ones in the schools. 

Like magic the stage caime down and the floor was cleared. 
Joe Gunia, the greatest musician for miles around, led his 
orchestra to one corner of the room, and the older boys’ and 
girls’ turn had come. Until three o’clock in the morning we 
danced rounds and squares and other geometrical figures, such 
as Russian Polkas and “The Last Drop of Brandy”—so named, 
in all probability because of the extreme dizziness one experien¬ 
ces after having participated. The babies went to sleep on the 
piles of coats in the cloakroom; some of my hardier and more 
wakeful pupils made their “debut” at that dance, although they 
were careful to keep near the wall out of the way of flying heels; 
the grandfathers and grandmothers nodded happily as they 
reminisced in their own tongue about other Christmases—and 
then I joined the little ones, too happy to go to sleep, their little 
eyes poked open periodically by chubby little, sticky little fists, 
as they admired their presents and looked at their candy, and I 
heard Erma say in a sleepy voice, between yawns, “Edna, would 
you eat your pink one or your yellow one first?” 




G. B. Henry, ’34, Editor 

To some people the past season may seem to have been a disap¬ 
pointing one. No championships have come our way, nor have we 
developed any spectacular athletes. To the majority of ns, however, 
the results have been more than satisfying. It can be safely said that 
more students have taken part in athletics this Fall than ever before. 
When we can turn out three Rugby teams, two Soccer teams, a Track 
team, two Harrier teams and a Boxing and Wrestling team with almost 
no overlapping as far as individual players are concerned, we have 
nothing to be ashamed of whether we win or lose. After Christmas 
we shall be occupied with Hockey, Basketball, Boxing and Wrestling 
and Swimming. Badminton is already under wav and numbers of 
students are taking advantage of the new equipment in the gym. It 
is hoped that as many as possible of the student body will give their 
support to these teams and will take what part they can in furthering 
athletics at the College. 


Our Rugby teams this year have displayed a better brand of 
Rugby than has ever been witnessed at the O.A.C. The Senior squad 
won all their games except the last one which unfortunately put them 
out of the running. The Inter-Faculty and Junior teams have some 
real Rugby men who will be heard from in years to come. We would 
like to make special mention of four men who have done a great deal 
towards promoting a real Rugby spirit on the campus. These four 
men are in the present graduating class and will not be with us next 

Arn. Weir, known to everybody as “Machine Gun”, the red-headed 
man from Chicago who will be missed by everybody, especially by 
the Rugby team as Senior Manager next year. Arn took over the 
duties of Manager in his Third Year when Coach Baldwin joined the 
staff. For the past two seasons Arn has had his hands full of the 
many duties connected with the Rugby team, and has shown a rare 



combination of executive ability and capacity for work along with a 
personality which has won for him the respect of every member of 
the team. 

Hank Claus: Hank started to play Rugby in his Second Year and 
for the past three seasons has been one of the most reliable men on 
the team. For a year, now, he has been a “Regular”, playing the 
position of left middle and showing great ability as a line plunger, 
besides offering the resistance of a brick wall when playing on the 
defensive. Along with Rugby, Hank has a personality which has 
made him one of the most popular men on the squad and he will surely 
be missed in 1932. 

Sid Henry—The captain of the 1931 Rugby team. A born Rugby 
player,—his career started long before he first saw the portals of the 
O.A.C. In his Freshman Year he played outside wing, and since that 
time he has become famous for his remarkable plunging tactics, which 
gained yards for the team time after time when yards were needed. 

Sid’s athletic activities are not confined to Rugby alone, as his 
valued ability as defence player on the Hockey team is well known. 
In this respect we shall look forward to seeing him in action again 
this winter. 

Bob Keith, known to most of us as the “Sphinx”. One of a 
family of Rugby players; Bob was an experienced player when he 
made the first team in his Freshman Year. Since that time he has 
played different positions, but for the past two seasons has been out¬ 
standing as a backfielder. A steady player at all times, he is known 
especially for his spectacular broken-field running and for his ability 
to kick for points. 


Football is over and again Basketball comes to the fore. Prof 
Baker started his coaching early this year, and well that he did. Ac 
present there are fourteen men of almost equal ability fighting hard 
to make the first team. 

“Cap’t” Elliot is back again with his usual steady playing. We 
are backing you, “Snooks”, to bring home a championship. 



Munnie Munroe lias forgotten his weak ankle and is in the 
centre again, tipping them off higher than ever. 

Joe Brown is speeding his game lip this year and according to 
the scales, lost a pound a day for two weeks. 

“Wildcat” Gollehan will give the fans just as big a thrill this 
year as last. 

“Ab” Folland, the footballer of fame, is in perfect condition and 
is sinking them regularly. 

Out of the Freshman throng appeared two stars. Chisholm and 
Logan learned their basketball at Stamford High School, and both 
have the habit of scoring persistently from any angle or distance. 

Crane, Finbow, McGdllvray, Richardson, Buchanan and Yeates are 
hitting on all six; any of them may make the grade. 

The team is considerably stronger this year and a championship 
is in sight. 

Senior Manager “Teddy” Barton. 


Hockey is again under way and after a mediocre season last year 
we are looking forward to a winning team. Coach Baldwin, a believer 
of condition, is putting his men into mid-season form as quickly as 
possible. Several -of last year’s men are back again, together with 
some outstanding material from the Freshman aggregate. 

For the defense positions we have Sid Henry, who is well known 

for bumping them off; Milt Fries, who hails from Kitchener Seniors: 

George Elliot, of Owen Sound Greys, and Doug. McLean, of last 

vear’s team. 


In between the post there is “Tuffy” Fitzgibbon, last year's net 
guardian; Heeg, Heal and Mitchelson, any of whom may capture the 

On the forward line we have some real fast and tricky players in 



L>ill Thompson, Pat Scollie, Buck Dempsey, Bob Johnston, Bud Robin¬ 
son, Bud Stoddart, Jene Willick, and Bill Reamen. 


the 1931—32 Boxing and Wrestling team is going to be the great¬ 
est in the history of the O.A.C. 

The quantity and quality of boxers has never been equal to this 
year. Action will speak louder than words when you see such men 
as Keown, Young, Archibald, Cruickshank, Rassmusen, Arkell and 
Credico in action. 

The wrestling team speaks for itself with such wrestlers as Web¬ 
ster, Watt, Wright, Wilson, Patterson, and Taylor. This year the 
Frosh have not come up to par and we would like more of them out. 

Senior Manager, A. Boraci. 



After a wonderful start the breaks all seemed to go the wrong 
wav and the first Soccer team had to be content with onlv one win 
against Western University. It is encouraging to learn, however, as 
we go to press that next year they will be officially represented in the 
Senior Intercollegiate Schedule. 

The second team showed a higher standard of play than has been 
the case for many a year and after twice tying with Knox College in 
the Inter-Faculty series were eliminated in the third game by a score 
of 3—1. 

The following is an analysis of the individual first team players:— 

BILL WILSON—A goalie par excellence on hot shots anywhere below 
the shoulder. Bill’s Nemesis is the drop just under the bar from 
the 30 yard line or from a corner kick. Has a good boot and is 
a sure kick when rushed for time. We shall miss Bill greath 
in 1932. 

ALEX. WATT—The official police of the full back division for dealing 
with offending opposition forwards. Alex, has a mighty foot as 



well as a granite hip, is quick to recover a loose ball, and has a 
strong tendency to play in centre field. His speed often saves 
a delicate situation. 

"MAC” MeMILLAN—His head work is his chief point of superiority. 
Mac makes 100 per cent, contact in front of the goal, the ball 
going “some place’’ usually clear of the goal. A useful man in 
any part of the field. 

BILL VAN DEIPEN—Is the busiest man on the field; speedy, accur¬ 
ate, always on the “offensive” on his “defense work” and plays 
a 100 per cent, game. Let’s hope that he will never for a moment 
forget to keep track of the opposing centre forward. 

“DAVIE" DAVIDSON—Is adopted from across the Dundas Road. 
Cool, accurate in his passes, never over-kicking the ball, always 
dangerous as a right half. He is one of our best ball handlers 
and he is capable of taking care of himself if the game becomes 

“ OSCAR” WOODS—-Is we hope on team for the next two or three 
years. He is a quiet worker, a good ball handler, and knows the 
game. Forgets neither his defence position nor his fine offensive 
tactics. Occasionally he overkicks when nearing the opponent’s 

“SCOTTY” RICE—Is small, centres his kicks beautifully and is our 
dry day expert. He hates a heavy ball or a fast right half. 
“Scotty” is always on the alert but has a slight tendency to under¬ 
estimate his opponents and occasionally forgets his “first time" 

“SPUD” SWAN—Is the whirlwind ponderoso of the line-up; now on 
the defence; now shooting a killer straight at the opposing goalie; 
now instructing the half’s throw-ins and then returning to the 
centre forward position where he is a hard man to watch and a 
master of the game. 

‘ JERRY” WALKER—Is Scotch by birth but exhibits none of it on 
the Soccer field. He gives all he has for full 90 minutes. He 
keeps at least two men busy watching him, and is “marked” b\ 
all opposing teams. Jerry’s feet and head work in harmony and 
one of the outstanding players on the field. 



BILL GARNETT—Is the prettiest ball handler on our team and prob¬ 
ably the neatest all round player on the forward line. Bill might 
be termed the scoreless wonder of the forward line except that 
ill-fortune slipped him on two occasions and his shots registered. 
'We are sorry to lose Bill next year; may his fighting spirit brood 
over next year’s bunch. 

DON KENNED!—Is just whatever lie makes up his mind to be. We 
dare not leave Don off for a minute lest he may prove the strong¬ 
est point in our offensive. Don knows what he is thinking but 
doesn t tell us about it. With a great pair of legs and a beautiful 
drop kick from corner field. He is a dangerous man at all times 
and difficult to recover when he gets away. 

BRUCE TWOMLEY—Is a human jumping jack, no man on the field 
can tell where Bruce is going to be the next moment. If Bruce 
had educated his left foot he would have been as effective as anv 
man on the team. His strong point is back checking at which 
game he is a master. 


Through the suggestion of Dr. 0. MeConkey, of the Department 
of Field Husbandry, students and staff at the College, together with 
a large crowd from the City of Guelph, were able to see demonstrated 
in Memorial Hall the internationally recognized system of “Funda¬ 
mental Gymnastics,” on November 14tli. 

Neils Bukh, Principal of the Gymnastic Folk School, at Otterup. 
Denmark, the creator of the system, became acquainted with Dr 
MeConkey during the latter’s European tour and at his suggestion 
included Canada in his world tour with the Danish team. This team 
has now visited most of the European countries, including Russie, 
and was returning from a visit to Japan at the invitation of the Jap 
anese Government when they were persuaded by Dr. MeConkey to 
give a display at the College. 

The team consisted of thrteen men and twelve women, all under 
the direction of Mr. Bukh himself. We have not space to describe the 
display in detail but it was remarkable for the rhythm of movement 
as opposed to any strained exhibition of mere strength so common in 
our own athletic exercises. The folk dancing in national costume wa* 
particularly pleasing and after seeing this we are not surprised that 
the Danes have the reputation for being one of the happiest as well 
as one of the healthiest nations in the world. 

The team spent Saturday and part of Sunday at the College before 
leaving for Hamilton. We are grateful to Mr. Bukh and Dr. McConkev 
for this opportunity. 



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The Editor of The Review. 


As a Past President of the Union Literary Society I was partier, 
larly interested in reading under the College Life section of the current 
issue of the Review the slashing criticism of the past work of the 

Far be it from me to suggest that criticism be suppressed, but 
one is entitled to expect that criticism be intelligent and informed, 
and whatever else emerges from this article one thing is quite certain, 
and that is that the writer of it is profoundly ignorant of the extremely 
difficult conditions whi h the past two Presidents in particular have 
lad to contend with. 

Fourth Year students will remember that during the College year 
1929-30 a social programme limiting social activities and functions to 
two nights in the week, viz., Tuesday and Friday, was introduced for 
the first time. Unfortunately the O.A.C. Social Committee omitted to 
take into account the “Yet” dances, always some of the most popular 
social functions of the year, and generally held on nights when the 
Literary Society were having a meeting. Now I ask you, as an average 
student, which would you rather attend: a jolly dancing party or an 
Tnter-Year Debate? 

If my memory serves me correctly the constitution of the Society 
specifically states that one of its major aims is to stimulate debating 
activities in the College. Consequently the criticism that the Society 
‘ came dangerously near degenerating into a mere debating society” 
is a piece of bombastic nonsense. 

So desirable did last year’s Executive think a “mere debating 
society” would be, that they did their best to encourage it by making 
arrangements for open diccussions to follow the prepared speeches 
in the Inter-Year Debates, an innovation by the way, which met with 
rather more success than they anticipated. 

Next we are treated to a list of the former activities of the Society 
which have been “dropped”. As I understand this use of the word 
when a thing is dropped it implies that inconvenience and indifference 
are the major motives responsible for the cessation of an activity. 
Either the writer of this article knew the real reason for the “drop¬ 
ping” of these activities or he made the assertion without having any 
knowledge of the facts. If he knew, then in saying that these things 




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were “dropped” he is guilty of, at best, gross misrepresentation. It 
he didn’t know, then surely he has * 'dropped his good manners in 
this blindly charging last year’s Executive with indifference to their 

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The Year ’26 lectureship was not “dropped”. This matter was 

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taken out of the .hands of the Executive nominated by Year ’26, by 
the President-of the College, who informed them that he would attend 

to it; 

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Inter-Collegiate Debating was not “dropped”. The O.A.C, for 
some years has been affiliated with the N.F.C.U.S., an organization 

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which it was felt would provde a more interesting programme of 
debates than was provided by the old Eastern Inter-Collegiate group. 

Last year a team representing the British Universities toured ... 
Canada and visited the O.A.C. in early November, but unfortunately 
we were not able, for various reasons, to field a team against them. a 

Later in the College year consideration was given to re-entering the ! 

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Eastern debating group. After consultation with the Department of 
English a list of possible debaters was drawn -up and the men recom- t 
mended were interviewed to find out if they would ^consider under 
taking the work which would be necessary, if they were to represeu 
the College. In the majority of instances -the students approached 

declined on the grounds of pressure of other work. ■ ■ ■ 

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Despite these two rebuffs, however, the ExecutVe felt it would 
be a pity not to have some outside team debate at the O.A.C. and they 
therefore arranged a debate with Western University. This took 
place, if my memory serves me correctly, in March. The statement 
that Inter-University debating was dropped is, therefore, obviousL 

Further on we are informed—“even the practise of arranging 
interesting programmes was dropped”. The" the programmes were 
uninteresting to the writer of the article may have been, and probably 
was, true, but when he assumes that for that reason they were uninter¬ 
esting to the majority of students he is, I think, over-estimating the 
value of his own opinion. 

Modesty forbids me to comment upon the charge of a “decline in 
Executive initiative”, but I do state emphatically that there was an 
increase in the attendance at “Lit” meetings last year. 

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One can question almost every assertion in this brief article; the 

only thing that cannot be questioned is that the writer of it feels that 

(Continued on page 274) 


27 3 

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Power The Cost Of Farming 

Here is the efficient, econ¬ 
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Farmall doing a good job of 
spring plowing. 

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Most farmers have not been con¬ 
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The great majority of them have been 
able to buy more than bare neces¬ 
sities and many of them have made 
excellent profits from their crops and 
their farming operations. The year 
1931 brought a lesson home to agri¬ 
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not so much on his selling price, 
which is usually out of his control, 
as on his production costs, which in 
large measure are in his own hands. 

There are very many factors in 
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the present Executive, like Moses of 
old, is going to lead the Society out 
of the bondage of a “mere debating 
society” into the promised land of 
aesthetic delight, as typified by To¬ 
ronto theatre parties, string quart¬ 
ettes—in fact anything that calls 
for more student money but no ac¬ 
tive student participation. 

I am, Sir, etc., 



W. G. COWIE, *31. 


(Continued from Page 230) 

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Ontario Turkey Breeders’ Association, which was formed for 
this purpose, following the world’s poultry congress in Ottawa 
in 1928, and they have achieved wonders in a short space of 

We shall loo kforward to seeing “Roxy” junior in the 1950 
rugby squad, and in the meantime we know that another O.A.C.- 
Macdonald Hall combination will continue to be as successful as 


(Contnued from Page 252) 

Others, however, consider that the chances of success are good. 
Our local member, the Honourable Hugh Guthrie, who is re¬ 
cently returned from Europe, belongs to the latter group. He 
expresses bright hopes and a firm faith that a successful issue 
will be attained. Our prayer is that his hope will be realizes, 
his faith justified, and that God will grant permanent peace to 
be established amongst the nations of the earth. 



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Electric Irons, Toasters, Percolators and Heating Pads 
Wiss Shears, Millinery Pliers and Cutlery 
Reach Sporting Goods, Slazenger Tennis Racquets 
Naphtha Gasoline, the odorless Gas for Cleaning 

PHONE 1012 

PHONE 1012 



Music and Radio Stork 



The Latest Popular Songs 
Orchestra and Band Instruments 
New Victor Records 
Radio and Radio Service 
The Bell Art Piano 



Guelph Branch - - R. H. Harvey, Manager 

For Customers who intend remitting m.oney for 
Christmas gifts, we provide at all our branches 
a special cheque in Christmas colours. 

The Royal Bank 
of Canada 

What Shall We Give ? 

11/HAT is more acceptable to a child, a relative-or an employee, 
* " than money? In the form of a Savings Account, it will 
endure from Christmas to Christmas and can be added to through' 
out the year. Give a Bank Book this Christmas. A special 
seasonal gift cover will be provided.