Kelvin High School - Kelvin Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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THE COMING OF THE WHITE MAN” T HIS year our book features a copy of the beautiful picture “The Coming of the White Man” by Chester Eldridge. This picture was painted by one of Kelvin’s students under the direction of Mr. Fanshaw. , The competition called for a suitable poem, story, or article on this topic. The winning poems are printed below. Others deserving honorable mention were written by Gordon Pim and Winnie McKinnon. FIRST PRIZE THE COMING OF THE WHITE MAN Tibby Fordyce, Room 30 Bold warriors of a brave and mighty race Why sit you there so silent, so alone Gazing, as one, from dark impassive face On these intruders, since to nation grown? Oh, had you then no haunting sense of danger, No warning word, no sign of things to be When this same interloping pale-faced stranger Would take the birthright God alone gave thee? A birthright of unending rolling prairie, Of clear blue skies, of forests vast and free And rivers deep whose every tributary A highway for your people used to be. They took them all, this cold and ruthless nation Giving small holdings when you did rebel And in return left waste and desolation In lands where peace and beauty used to dwell. SECOND PRIZE THE COMING OF THE WHITE MAN Thelma Falardeau, Room 30 Full many days have passed since they set sail From distant lands,—and now along the trail Their caravans are winding in a train O’er rugged mountain slope and fertile plain. They come to build a nation,—pioneers Who know of untold hardships, hopes, and fears. Two indian braves in hatred and despair, On hillside far above, are watching there; For know they not what means this coming change, 9