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

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ART WORK - LANDSCAPE

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Does not the white man covet that vast range Where roam the elk, the buffalo, and deer? Does he not come the redskin’s land to clear, To build a mighty nation in a land Where Indian teepee and long house stand? No more will redskins roam the plains so green, Nor on the lakes their swift canoes be seen. No more will night winds bring a ghostly song, The beating tom-toms and the shrieking throng, Nor Indian mother chant a lullaby To tiny babe rocked by a breeze’s sigh. Forgotten, they will lose their rightful place, A noble people and a noble race. THIRD PRIZE THE COMING OF THE WHITE MAN George Low, Room 26 The sky is blue above, The air around is still. The creaking covered wagons Come winding up the hill. Beneath a grove of birches Two tall bronze warriors stand, And watch the white man’s wagons Creep slowly o’er the land. They know that these two wagons Mean countless others more. They see the great migration. The future holds in store. Where nature reigns supreme Shall myriad cities rise. The Indian no more shall roam The prairie paradise, The land that was their fathers,’ The plains they loved to roam, The land that was their birthright, The land that they called home.

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POETRY CONTEST hKs JUDGE’S REMARKS T HERE is no more excellent poetic discipline than the attempt to write a sonnet, and it is interesting to find the first prize-winning poem a Shakespearian sonnet, correct in form, pleasing in diction, and with a definite arresting thought. The second prize poem, although not a sonnet, is also written in well-handled Iambic Pentameter. The third, quite different in form, moves more rapidly and the rhyming couplet ending each stanza is effective. In each of these three poems one feels that the writer has a very definite thought to express. H. E. Ross. FIRST PRIZE: “Youth” —Barbara Hannessen, Room 37. SECOND PRIZE: “The Dreamer” —Winnifred Polson, Room 22. THIRD PRIZE: “Thougts On the Sky” — Sheila Barbour, Room 14. HONORABLE MENTION: “My House” —Peggy Coleman, Room 37. “Spring” —Jeanette Jauvoish, Room 25. “Dawn” —Olive Dundee, Room 12. “Eventide”- —Meryl Smith, Room 35. “The Arrival of Winter” —Margaret Williams, Room 14. “To a Crow” — Clarence Blundell, Room 26. FIRST PRIZE YOUTH Barbara Hannesson, Room 37 The avid hours, like birds, may wing their way And cares, as shadows, cast a gloom uncouth, The year returns to songs of joyous May, And cares are lightened by the sun of Youth. As from the Past whence all things seem to flow, The tides of time come straining at the shore, An urge and hope in life would seem to show, A fount of Youth that wells forevermore. Alluring Future in the distance gleams To fade in drabness that the Present brings. Quiescent age reseeks in fitful dreams, The splendour born of Youth’s imaginings. Philosopher and sage should Know in truth The only everlasting things is—Youth. 12