In Cap and Gown student journal

Western University Geography Examinations [all underlined] Answers by Freshmen. Locate the following telling where possible for what each is noted. 1. Black Horse [all underlined] - a small lake near Kincardine where Prof. Burgess shot a large eagle. 2. Kingston [underlined] - a city in Ontario where the afor[?] said Professor shot the same eagle. 3. Brussels [underlined] - a town considerably north of London where the ladies behave very badly on the streets. 4. Walter's Falls [all underlined] - a village in the Frigid Zone which expects in a year or two to export a tropical fruit - a Lemon. 5. Birr [underlined] - a village ten miles north of London a beautiful drive for a fine afternoon returning at night. 6. Point Edward [all underlined] - town near Sarnia which it is reported, is destined to send out a missionary contingent to Africa.

7. Bath [underlined] - a town in New York where the small men have large hearts [struck out] voices and larger hearts 8. Comber [underlined] - a place south-west where the ladies are all bewitching - but "a fellow can't fall in love with every girl he meets." 9. Port Rowan [underlined] - a village on the lake from which three distinct calls home failed to restore a summer visitor. [drawn line]

Comical Candences. There was a fair maiden named Vic Down whose throat sherbet disappeared quick When we said "Is it cold?" She replied "Don't be bold" I'm seeing how much I can hold!"

weather.

In the forenoon Cal Brown, in a single garment and pair of shoes did the "drum major act with the light and heavy hammers which Hick-son and some other sons tried to imitate with varying success while a few others demonstrated their willingness to learn. With the exception of Frank the Quiet and that other Frank, the Theologues were content to be spectators. The quiet Frank took a try. The other Frank took a throw fully worthy of our notice. I cannot describe the dignity with which he walked to the hammer. I only say he was dignified. But when this Frank begins to work his dignity goes with his coat. The spectators stood expectant. Slowly the hammer began to circle round his head. With the third time round the twist got into his body, two more, his legs were affected, and in an instant feet, hands, head and sh[?]

were whirling about in an indistinguishable mass, from which the hammer appeared sailing down the field in the direction of the spot it subsequently hit. There was silence for a moment, then a voice - "Powell 5 feet 4 3/4 inches." The wrestling match followed when Thompson in short, sharp order succeeded in screwing the shoulders of two opponents to the ground. After 2 P.M. large crowds quickly gathered. One wondering small boy was heard to ask "Who is that big man with the note book and hat on the back of his head?" - " Why that's Mr. Frank Powell, Secretary of the W.U.A.A. Just watch him for when he speaks the fun will begin." And so it was. Presently the note book waved its fluttering leaves high above all heads and a voice roared "This way ladies and gentlement. The broad jump will take place over here."

Some jumped the broad jump, some hopped, stepped and jumped, some high jumped, some vaulted, some sprinted, some kicked, some threw. Some pulled while many others and Raspberry[overstrike] Walker tried to do various things. A good-natured happy crowd drifted from campus to lawn, from lawn to road and back again in obedience to a wave of a note book and a long strong call. About the middle of the afternoon the name of Jack Wood began to be frequently heard. He was an unknown Arts man who gradually proved to all who watched his ability, that he could do things required on a Field Day a shade better than any other, and by 5 o'clock he had the medal well in hand and shortly afterwards had won it.

The event of the day was however pulled off in the centre of the campus where a spot of level land is now historic as the scene of m[?]

a strenuous tuge-of-war. The teams looked fit as they quietly listened to the instructions of the referee but it did not need a practiced eye to see that the Meds had 10 poundds per head of an advantage. What strappers they were and how they strained! One foot of rope went their way at the start. For a moments their opponents were staggered and in the fierce pull which followed 3 inches more went slowly to the Meds as the preachers swung out of line under the strain. Another three and the pull would be lost but it was not to be. The divines steadied and held fast and solid during the desperate efforts of the Meds to end it quickly, and settled down to a long, steady pull to recover 2 1/2 feet of rope and register another win. Perhaps it was because preachers are longer-winded than professional men, or because Shore ground a layer of teeth to powder, or because the Resident Tutor squirmed

nobody would be convinced. Nobody ever is convinced by a debate. The debaters themselves often wonder and doubt at the sound of their own beautiful voices. "Can this be it?" "No this is none it." But yes! Or is it a devil that wag[?] my tongue?"

Our sweet enemy from Guelph cam on their own private train and with a loud voice landed here in the dark about 7 o'clock. Guided by Bishop Jo they marched up Richmond St., with bugles blowing and many agricultural cheers. Coming west on St. James St. the column had a fierce gale blowing in their teeth, everybody pulled up closer behind Bishop Jo. The phalanx gave one more awful shout, the electric lights all went out and the west wind recoiled a moment. It was blind work for the visitors but big Jo steered them through. Again the people yelled, having great confidence in their shepherd - a thud on the grass - a little woman, frightened at the

oncoming tramp, caught up between the wind of sound and the Zephyr, was thrown from the side-walk. As she got up and cut across the road. The army swept on. They gave a rouse to Bishop Williams, walked through the college, noticing in a respectful manner the works or art, the university owls & cages, the broken windows, and them bursting forth with a mighty whoop made tracks for the city.

In the mean time two ex-auctioneers, Messrs. Horton & Millar had been following the band at a little distance, full of fears. Somebody told them however that ladies also had come & had gone down town to look at the shop windows and the pretty lights. Then they heard the roar of the men marching down St. George St. Did they return guilty to college? I saw them hail a southbound car, & later on they reported having had a good time on one front street. They reported that the Guelph

men also had enjoyed themselves around the stores and hotels and policemen, and for divinity men they seemed to have learned a lot in a short time about the MacDonald Institute.

Eight-thirty came and found the O.A.C. with many others crowding the University assembly room into the hall outsides. It was a very decent, law-abiding assembly. In the reception room the debaters were trying to get agreed on the rules; in the provost's room the three judges were sizing one another up and pretending to be friendly. From president Grass came on to pacify the crowd. He was well dressed and spoke briefly - so far so good. Mr. Meek sang a rousing song in good voice. Then Ah! here they are - the three judges , solemn and time-worn, took their places, strange to say on the platform. Perhaps they feared the multitude. The debaters were received with yells and counter-cheers.

Why describe the debate itself? The champions did well. Their words are engraved on our minds and hearts. They became immortal in speech. The little [?]ap, especially will bear away marks of that night's fray, will tell the story in the Land of Flowers, and perhaps an army will come, sometime, to avenge misrepresentation and cram harsh words back down the throats of Canadian farmers.

The little bunch of Western students laboured loyally to support their men by hand and mouth. A lady told me that she did not see Mr. Hamilton present, but that she heard his voice - once heard, always known. The yell of the Guelph contingent was overmastering, insistent, dominant - and yet not tyranically exerted. It was sturdy, steady & sturdy, impressive. It must really have decided the judges against our men. Vox populi, vox judicum.