The High School MagazineMontreal, Canada . so far away from every one and every-thing that makes Christmas the happiest timeof all the year. Mr. Nesbitt did not speak long. But dur-ing the few minutes he spoke, he gave us amessage from home; a message from you ofwhom we think so often now when memoriesare all we have. A message from \ ou; a mes-sage of love and pride and confidence. .Andthe three ringing cheers we gave when he haddone conveyed to him more eloquently thanwords could ever do. our appreciation of thatmessage. Gave to him a message in return, amessage from Canadas sons, who will n
The High School MagazineMontreal, Canada . so far away from every one and every-thing that makes Christmas the happiest timeof all the year. Mr. Nesbitt did not speak long. But dur-ing the few minutes he spoke, he gave us amessage from home; a message from you ofwhom we think so often now when memoriesare all we have. A message from \ ou; a mes-sage of love and pride and confidence. .Andthe three ringing cheers we gave when he haddone conveyed to him more eloquently thanwords could ever do. our appreciation of thatmessage. Gave to him a message in return, amessage from Canadas sons, who will neverbetray your trust, who, when the time comes,will go forw ard determined to do as those w hohave gone before have done, to keep the nameof our Canada bright so that it w ill go down toposterity as one of the most wonderful chap-ters in the history of the British Empire, whoseintegrity and security is more to us than any-thing else in the world. The dinner was one of those dinners Dickensused to like to w rite about. There w as The Hut we now call Home. 16 THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE ham, potatoes, Brussels-sprouts, pudding,mince pie, raisins, nuts, fruit, ale, ginger ale,ginger beer, cigars and cigarettes. Our cakew as prevented from reaching us by a landslidenear Dover, but it wasnt missed. To the boys in the trenches, shouted acorporal after we had toasted the King. Soto the boys in the trenches we drank. To ourbrothers w ith whom we shall soon be, doingour little bit to keep the old flag at the top ofthe mast. And as we sang, For they arejolly good fellows, there was a sob in many avoice and the tears that would not stay backrolled down the cheeks of the few of the glor-ious old Pats who were with us. On theirbreasts lay the ribbons of China, India,Egypt, Afghanistan, South Africa. Half inanger, half in shame they brushed the tearsaside with toil-hardened hands and tried tosing. But their hearts were with their pals,lying somewhere in France. Above eachthere stands
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