A. vaar! MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M.

SECOND YEAR PRINCE OF WALES COLLEGE

After teaching for a year in Wood Islands West school and working in a shook mill in Belle River, I pinched enough pennies that, along with some help from home, I was able to go to second year Prince of Wales College. Things had changed; the old Prince of Wales College had burned down during the year in which I taught, and one advantage was that, along with losing the building, they lost my records of 1St year and I was put in the top division, where I had a lot of competition, which paid off well in the end.

During the first half of the year, our division was placed in the old Queen Square school, but we lacked all laboratories and modern equipment, until the new Prince of Wales College opened at Christmas. What a beautiful college it was, with all its spic and span and shiny, new labs; only those who went there that year could appreciate its grandiose. Dr. Robinson, the Principal, who taught me Latin that year, seemed to remember only two names in the class, Mr. MacDonald and Mr. Bradley; we were asked all the questions. I was either the most stupid student he ever taught in his 40 plus years at the college, or I was the smartest, and should be an example for the rest in the class. No doubt, I had to put extra time in Latin which resulted in it being my best mark for the year. I read over Cicero every night and could repeat it word for word.

When the college opened, Dr. Robinson was sick and Billy Archie, later Lieutenant— Governor MacDonald, came into our room and stated that Dr. Robinson wanted Mr. MacDonald and Mr. Bradley to escort the VIP’s around the college at the opening, which caused snickers in the

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