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44 A L B E R T A WOMEN'S INSTITUTES
the home nest for homes of their own. It has meant a great deal to me,
more than you may know, as has the fine co- operation with Mrs. Stewart and
Mrs. Wood.
In leaving the work, I will give you the message of—
THE TORCH OF LIFE
There's a breathless hush in close tonight,
Ten to make and a match to win,
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not the thought of a ribboned coat,
Nor the selfish hope of a season's fame;
But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote
" Play up, play up and play the game.
The sands of the desert are sodden red,
Red with the wreck of a square that broke,
The Gatling's jammed, and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blinded with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed its banks,
And England is far, and honor, a name,
But the voice of a school boy rallies the ranks,
" Play up, play up and play the game."
This is the word that year by year
While in its place her schools are set
Every one of her sons must hear
And none who hears it dare forget.
This they all, with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame
And falling, fling to the host behind:
" Play up, play up and play the game."
Compliments of
MORTON'S LIMITED
103rd Street and Jasper Avenue
EDMONTON
Object Description
| Rating | |
| Title | 1939 - Convention Report |
| Subject | Convention; Report; AWI |
| Description | Report of the Twenty-first Provincial Convention - 1939 |
| Language | en |
| Format | application/pdf |
| Type | text |
| Source | Alberta Women's Institutes |
| Identifier | awi0811102 |
| Date | 1939 |
| Collection | Alberta Women's Institutes - Collective Memory |
| Repository | AU Digital Library |
| Copyright | For Private Study and Research Use Only |
Description
| Title | Page 46 |
| Format | application/pdf |
| Source | AWI Collection |
| Collection | Alberta Women's Institutes - Collective Memory |
| Repository | AU Digital Library |
| Copyright | For Private Study and Research Use Only |
| Transcript | 44 A L B E R T A WOMEN'S INSTITUTES the home nest for homes of their own. It has meant a great deal to me, more than you may know, as has the fine co- operation with Mrs. Stewart and Mrs. Wood. In leaving the work, I will give you the message of— THE TORCH OF LIFE There's a breathless hush in close tonight, Ten to make and a match to win, A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not the thought of a ribboned coat, Nor the selfish hope of a season's fame; But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote " Play up, play up and play the game. The sands of the desert are sodden red, Red with the wreck of a square that broke, The Gatling's jammed, and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blinded with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed its banks, And England is far, and honor, a name, But the voice of a school boy rallies the ranks, " Play up, play up and play the game." This is the word that year by year While in its place her schools are set Every one of her sons must hear And none who hears it dare forget. This they all, with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame And falling, fling to the host behind: " Play up, play up and play the game." Compliments of MORTON'S LIMITED 103rd Street and Jasper Avenue EDMONTON |
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