I. "Ruth" has become an institution this term and served as a living illustration at a meeting of the N.H.S. She's a nice old dog.
2. Was it G--- ii who took her round the playing-field with her lead attached to his new pink tie?
3. Why does P-- always smile when the word " kink " is spoken? Is it because it is associated with a plant that brings JOY to the traveller?
4. Who was it that went in search of a piece of string when it was suggested it might prove useful for tying up his " whistle" ?
5. What is the latest article of apparel undiscovered by R--- J--- ?
6. Recent improvement suggests that the same new boy must have practised the noble art of standing securely upon his feet. .
7. A wag suggested earlier in the term that he should be rechristened Rocking J---
8. The N.H.S. didn't expect two trips to Paris in one evening, but the members present were much relieved when some of the" Streets" were omitted from the second itinerary.
9. We were delighted to welcome Baker i, Field i, Scott i and others on the Leys monthly holiday in October; but why did F--- so unceremoniously dive through the window of the lower bicycle shed?
10. When a certain pair of spectacles were believed to have fallen earthwards, which small boy exclaimed, Please, Mum. they're on your head ! "
II. One has heard of the proverbial Scot, but a recent Grammar stunt has produced, at his own bidding, the adverbial Scott!
12. Who was the Lodge boy that suggested, when asked if he was ticklish, an experiment being tried under his arm?
13. Have any of the new boys been given nicknames?
14. The flint hunt provided great excitement and some remarkable results during a Nature walk. Does W--- know even now what a rostrocarinate is ?
15. Who is the best Wright-er (writer) in the School?
ON October 1st, the Daily M--- , a London paper which shall be nameless (in spite of its" largest circulation" and phoenix-like popularity on the Stock Exchange), devoted its third “leader" to the wireless message sent recently from Carnavon to Australia, a distance of 12,000 miles, or half-way round the world; and in so doing made an amusing blunder, which illustrates the wonderful, even miraculous, awe in which " wireless" is held by the public generally. The Daily M---said, .. Such is the perfection of his (i.e., Marconi's) instruments, that the message took only one-fourteenth of a second to travel half-way round the world." The rate at which the message travelled is roughly correct, as all wireless messages travel at that same rate, whatever distance they go. The true wonder of the feat was that an instrument could send a message with sufficient power behind it to be capable of detection at such a great distance, and that the receiving instrument was sufficiently sensitive to detect the message.
How, then, do these messages travel? Well, I suppose you have all thrown stones into a lake or pond, and have noticed the waves that travel from the spot where the stone enters the lake, to the shore or bank. Suppose, now, that a cork was floating on the water at some point near the shore; the waves made by the stone would cause the cork to bob up and down. In other words, the disturbance you made with the stone in one part of the pond would cause a disturbance at any point where your cork was floating.
In a similar manner, a wireless station creates a disturbance in the aether (you can call it the" air," if you wish) which disturbance causes waves to flow through the aether. These waves travel very much faster than the waves on the pond, however. They travel at the rate mentioned in the beginning of this article, and would go right round the world in one-seventh to one-eighth of a second, i.e., practically instantaneously. These waves then create a similar disturbance in a receiving instrument-just as the water waves caused the cork to be disturbed.
Now you at Caldicott are all Scouts or Cubs - at any rate you used to be. So I presume you all know that by sending dots and dashes, we can signal any letter, and therefore any word and any message. All we have to do, therefore, to send a message by" wireless" telegraphy-or radio-telegraphy, as it is more correctly called-is to make with our sending instrument a short series of disturbances in the aether to represent a dot, and a long series of disturbances to represent a dash.
And that is how we send and receive by wireless.
The instruments we use are electrical, and, like everything electrical, are very rapid. So much so that the electrical disturbances are manipulated at such a rapid rate that the regular speed of working between wireless stations is between 100 and 125 letters a minute.
When the war is over, " wireless" will develop enormously, I believe. And I hope this brief explanation will serve as a beginning of study for some Caldicottian of future fame. You are not allowed to set up a wireless station during the war, but, when it is all over, there is no reason why - subject to our Head's approval - we should not have in the reading-room a wireless instrument capable of receiving messages from any distance and any country. Then, of course, the Scouts will have to have “ pack" sets to take out on bicycle or in a knapsack. Communication between the reading-room and any Scout in the country around Hitchin will be mere "child's play," so rapid have been the strides with which the science has advanced.
O. A. S.
"Nothing To Report."
Out on the bloody field of battle,
Among the dead and the dying,
The corpse of a gallant soldier
On the desolate ground was lying.
He was one of the Empire's youngest sons,
A boy who was scarce eighteen.
He had given his life for that of his friend,
A life which was young and keen.
He had not failed when the time had come
To prove that his friendship was true.
He had saved his friend from the hand of the foe
And given his life of the two.
And those at home as they sit round their fires
With a newspaper in their hand,
Little they know what's happening
Far away in another land.
Of the gallant deed of a faithful friend,
Little they knew or thought
As swiftly their eyes glanced over the words,
"There is nothing to report."
The Autobiography Of A Chess King.
I AM a White Chess King, of the Staunton pattern. Soon afterI was made, I, with my wife, the Queen, two Bishops with cracked heads, two Rooks who always were annoying everybody by crowing at the wrong moment, two Knights, who kept pretty quiet, and eight servants, commonly called Pawns, were sent to G---‘s, a big shop in L--- . Also there were my opponents, the Black King and Queen, with their Court in the same box. I had not been at G--- 's very long before someone opened the box and showed me and some of the others to a lady, who decided to have us for her son, a boy of twelve. I was replaced in the box, and went to sleep.
When I awoke I found myself being placed on a board with sixty-four squares on it. When we were drawn up in battle array I found that it was my master playing his father. My master, who was no good at chess, moved all the pawns up two squares. Many men were taken, and I was soon mated. However, my master improved rapidly, and often used to beat his father. One day, after a game in which my side had won, I heard my master's father say that we were going to be used in the final game of a chess tournament. Immediately the Rooks' tongues began to wag, the Bishops began to shake their cracked heads and suggest an intercession service. The next day this exciting game was played: it lasted three-quarters of an hour, and with my aid my wife put the Black King's struggles to an end. That night the chessmen made a tremendous noise; the White men were rejoicing over their victory and the Black men were using language unfit for publication, against" that fogy who had lost for them the victory."
Many times since then we have been used in famous games. Sometimes my master used to get Black to play with, and sometimes White. For winning a tournament he was presented with a lovely inlaid mahogany chess-board, beautifully polished. At last my master became engaged to a very nice girl and was married.
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I now live with my master and his wife and children, in a house in the heart of the country, and I am still used quite as much as in the days of my master's youth.
A. C. K
Salvete.- R. Blackman, J. Brock, H. Drake, E. Firmin, ]. Mosgrove, H. Page, G. Phillips, H. Rocyn-]ones.
Valete.- E. Lock, R MoreL
The lakes are looming in the sunrise,
And the mountain air is clear.
And streaks of orange in the dark skies
Show that dawn is coming near.
But soon the heather on the hillside
Shows up purple in the day,
The lake that glitters deep and miles wide,
Sprays and ripples in the bay.
While gorse and heather 'mongst the boulders
Clothe the bracken-covered hill,
And over there by rocky shoulders
Lies a tarn quite calm and still.
But soon the sunset in its glory
Looms the sky with purple streaks,
And then the mountains black and gory
Shadow on the rocks and creeks.
At last the hills are dark and domy,
And lakes beneath the moonlight,
Like glass arc glimmering in the gloamy,
While the mountains lost in night.
X. Y. Z.
A Rhyme Of The Months.
March its many weathers,
April smiles again;
May its flowery meadows,
June its roses red,
July scent of clover,
August cornfields spread;
September fruit all ripened,
October wind and rain,
November damp and foggy,
December frost again!
W. PERCIVAL WESTELL, F.L.S.
The Term's Scouting.
THE progress of the Scout Troop this term has been very good. Lock, Corderoy, and Jones were made Patrol Leaders, with Pearman, Terry, and Lockwood as their seconds, of the Lions, Otters, and Foxes respectively. Several boys came up from the Wolf Cubs at the beginning of the term; they are, Field, Jenkins i, Baker, and Bazeley. All of them, especially Baker, gained many badges in the Cubs, and we look forward to them winning more in the Scouts. We congratulate Corderoy on gaining the Horsemanship badge; Lock, the Cyclist; and Lock, Pearman, and Field, their fifty days of three hours each War Service badges.
On Wednesday, October 23rd, the Troop accomplished the first night march it had done for a long time, by going to the Wesleyan Chapel, Letchworth, to hear Brig.-GeneraI Rev. J. H. Bateson deliver a splendid address on " My visit to the Grand Fleet." He expressed how beautiful the Fleet looked when the battleships, cruisers, destroyers, submarines, and every other craft were together in the North Sea. After the address he inspected the Scout Troop and spoke to them about a French boy scout who was shot by the Germans for not telling them where the British were situated.
On Tuesday, November 12th, the Troop was entertained to an excellent Supper, given by Mrs Morel. During the supper the toasts of the" King and Nation," the" Old Boys," and .. Mrs. Morel " were drunk.
Under the careful supervision of Miss Ingram and Nurse Woods the Wolf Cubs are still going strong. Clapham, Green, and Sutcliffe are sixers, with Vick, Dempsey, and Gurteen ii as their seconds.
We will be sorry to miss our senior Patrol Leader, Lock, this term; but hope that next term more badges will be gained, and that by next summer several boys will have gained their first classes.
Dec. 14th. - Soldiers' Party.
Dec. 17th. - Scenes from Dickens and "Patriotic Pence" at Hobley's Restaurant.
Dec. 18th.- Exeunt omnes.
Jan. 16th, 19I9.- Redeunt omnes.