-3l- English in its various phases, so that our Over-all ratings ran in substantially similar channels. Only Elsie Brown consistently made a good showing in all departments. Jennie and I led in English, history, and geography; I astonished myself by becoming quite proficient in geometry; Lillian's forte was Latin; Annie's botany; Greg's mathematics.

As time slipped by, the old carefree lower grade patterns of thought faded; school life in those final years became something of a grind. Each semester brought us closer to the day of reckoning, but our confidence failed to develop in proportion. We stayed for after-school tutoring; we literally burned the midnight oil at home. We had increasingly frequent examinations, based on the Entrance sheets of earlier e None of the results were exactly comforting. our final year was a whirl of reviews, examinations, and quizzes that brought us to the end of our last! June-, and to the portals of Prince of Wales College for the great evaluation of

our debits and credits. DEES

THE ENTRANCE

Long before the hour of nine on that Monday morning, when the doors of the huge Assembly Hall would be thrown open, the college corridors were Swarming with a host of more or less hopeful youngsters like ourselves. Some were feverishly leafing through texts and notebooks in last minute efforts to pin down an elusive detail. Others were reciting litanies of facts which might by good fortune turn up on an examination paper. Still others, with blank faces, paced aimlessly about -~- probably reflecting that a last minute search for data, like last minute repentance, would matter but little in the final outcome.

When the Hall doors swung open, a member of the College staff ordered us to leave all texts and notebooks on a table just outside, after which

he waved us inside and directed us to the long rows of tables along which