OUTDOOR SKETCHING IN THE ROCKIES

got immersed in the business of paint-
ing. The place I think I liked the very
best of all was at the head of the val-
ley near the edge of the uplands where
vegetation stops and snow begins, where
the flowers grow in tressil fashion,
spreading round carpets of leaves close
to the stony ground, or with bright
flowers dotted on mossy cushions, like
the moss campion. One could see there
the shapes of the snow on the moraine,
the thick green ice of the glacier hang
ing above the cliffs,and it was so per-
fectly silent except for the occasional
falling stones,or sometimes the whistle
of a marmot.

One of the delights of an Alpine
Club camp is the people whom one mects
there, who may have travelled in search
of adventure inall parts and places,
One of those at Mount Assiniboine was
Mr. Binnie, who spoke of climbing in
Norway, another was Pelmore Brown, an
Armenian artist and traveller, who told
about climbing Mt, McKinley in Alaska
and about the earthquake that overtook
them there; another was Erling Strom,
a Norwegian skier, who told us of all
sorts of adventures in the most engag«
ing stutter that can be imagined,
Mr, F.H.Brigden, the water-colour pain-
ter from Toronto, was there, and he
painted most lovely things in the tra-
ditional English style, which he was
kind enough to exhibit before leaving
camp. He spoke to us one evening about
outdoor sketching, and advised everyone
to try it, to see what fun it is.

Towards the end of camp we had some
bad weather when climbing was impossi-
ble and snow fell around us. The camp
was at 7200 feet which is, of course,
fairly high, The number had grown much
smaller by that time, but what fun we
had, crowded in the tea tent where there
were stove-stories from the Swiss
Guides, and tall ones from the packers,
who brought the horses in each day with
Supplies and mail, in spite of the wea-
ther, Then there were Alpine songs, and
dressings-up, and impromptu plays ,until
really the bad weather was almost nicer
than the fine.

On our way out to Banff,we turned as
we were climbing the slopes of Og Pass
for the last view of Mount Assiniboine.

There it was all shining inthe glory of
fresh snow,looking more lovely and aloof
than ever,and so beautiful that it made
me think "When and how shall I manage
to see you again?" ees Dorothy Bell
THE THIRD YEAR DIARY (Continued) ~~

Pottery has opened a new enjoyable
field for many of us, and the delighted
cries and gurgling noises wafted on the
"Attic Air" bear witness to the fact.
One gets such primitive urges while
one's hands are plunged into a pail of
slippery "sauce-like" clay. However we
seem to be controlling ourselves fairly
well and there have been no casualties
as yet. I believe the painting contin-
gent of 3rd year are holding their own
in the welter of paints, palettes and
turps. As long as they remain recogni-
zable, I think all will be well.

Sept. 23-27

This week we find we really must set
tle right down and finish up our work,
This year we can all do practically any
thing we wish =~ our course being arran-
ged so well to allow us to do so and we
hope the work will show our much=hidden
enthusiasm,

The holidays are now definitely left
behind and I have even heard a few dis
tant mumblings of "Christmas" with the
weather as hot as it is in the summer -
phew! it mightbe cooler bythen, though.

Well, this seems to be all for this
month, but no doubt you will hear from
us in the next issue. We wish everyone
good luck and hope the first year will
make themselves at home inthe slightly-
mad crowd, in the common room, as they
are most welcome. «es Joan Breun.

ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL GRADUATE ...

We've lost Miss Rowena McNair, but
lo and behold up pops Mrs. Morrell,still
our demure and charming Rowena, though,
and not the least bit snooty to us poor
gals what ain't got no hubbies (yet) We
are sure that everyone wishes Mr, & Mrs
the best-of everything, sai
GRADUATE NEWS... a)

Hi there, pals! Coming to the Barn
Dance on the 25th? It will be in the
attic (we always thought it looked like
a barn) and there'll be moosic and the -
draaahma (blood curdling and horrible),
so don your motley and join the fun,