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

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hKs- Breezes like gossamer wings of fay, Tenderly smoothing a leaf, Glorying in beauty of brilliant day, Spring is here. Gradually creeping o’er hill and dale, Stroking the tendrils of flow’rs, Tenderly covered with summer’s veil, Spring is gone. Jaenette Jauvoish, Room 25. DAWN Gentle lifting of a curtain Soft and light, Palest tints of gold and violet. Lovely sight. Just as if some magic wand Swiftly passed Touching dreary earth with beauty Dawn at last! Dawn as red as choicest rose E’er beheld. Faintly blushing; brighter, clearer, Earth revelled. All above was one fair garden Blue and gold. Far away the woods stood crimson To behold. Silently it came and waited Lingering by, Changed a world from gloom to glory N’er to die. Olive Dundee, Room 12. EVENTIDE The sun sinks lower in the golden west, And busy hours of day are nearly done, All living things are seeking now their rest, And thankfulness ascends from every¬ one. The cows tread homeward as the light grows dim; The little lamps have ceased their gambolling; The weary horses, tired in ev’ry limb; Will welcome rest and all that rest doth bring. The shadows close around the song¬ bird’s nest, The twitter of their young is faintly heard Upon the soft, warm breeze, and mani¬ fest Is safety, warmth, and sleep for each wee bird. And weary man, in happiness and peace, His humble rest doth seek at even¬ tide. Dear Lord, we pray our thankfulness increase, And may Thy love and blessings e’er abide. Meryl Smith, Room 35. THE ARRIVAL OF WINTER Last night Jack Frost transformed the earth Into a fairy kingdom bright. His little helpers, full of mirth, Began to work with all their might To hide the earth into a veil of white. By the light of the moon and twinkling stars, They dressed each roof and leafless branch, And some did cover the tops of the cars. But those down chimneys dropped by chance Did not have long to leap and dance. Jack Frost had just completed his task, When the sun awoke with a burst of light, And revealed the earth in its newest mask, A lovely, pure, and fairylike sight Made by the elves in the shades of night. Margaret Williams, Room 14. 14

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SECOND PRIZE THE DREAMER WlNNIFRED POLSON, Room 22 He knows the sprites that populate the dells; The naiads and the mermaids of the fells; He sees the wild Valkyries on their steeds, And ghostly Knights who joust on ghastly meads. He finds small . beauties in unlovely places; See’s God’s sweet handicraft in children’s faces; The whispering of the Universe fills those ears, That hearken to the music of the spheres; And through Man’s petty bickering and strife, His soul soars past the pinnacles of life. So dream all poets, and in words of gold They write their songs of things both new and old, That we, whose souls are cast of coarser clay, May walk with them along their shining way. THIRD PRIZE THOUGHTS ON THE SKY Sheila Barbour, Room 14 When the sky to me seems lovely, On a blue, dark night; And I lift my face up to it, To its lordly height; Do I see the mighty Mars? Or, just little, twinkling stars? When I lift my face to heaven ’Tis my heaven that I see, Not so cast, or great, or reaching As in truth the sky must be, The stars are stars that peep At some little infant’s sleep. Must I see the planets twirling In their vast, encircling space, Must that tiny star be greater Than the sun that lights this space? That for scientists may be, But it spoils romance for me. For the moon that shines for lovers To be filled with mountains wide, To detail its fast rotating As its crescents change and glide; Its silver beauty takes away, Leaves a world hard, cold, and grey. Ever when the sky seems lovely, On a blue, dark night; It will seem a sky created— For this our world’s delight— Wrought for us by God, Just to grace our mortal sod. HONORABLE MENTION MY HOUSE Herein, the sweetest joy shall reign supreme, That ever through the many years between When youth has passed, and old age creepeth on My life will still be, but a happy song. Some days may come that will be sad and blue, Within my house, I win ne lonely too, But, as the sun comes out, when goes the rain, My heart next day shall be at peace again. And ever in my house of happiness Created by the soul which I possess, My children, in their turn, shall come to own The place I’ve always loved to call my home. Peggy Coleman, Room 37. SPRING Silent as nightfall comes stealing on, Soft as a blanket of down, Gracefully tripping with gayness of fawn, The spring comes.

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hKs TO A CROW Unholy demon from the fiery land Of bubbling brimstone, writhing, damned souls, What evil deeds are by you being planned. As hopping slowly ’bout the grassy knolls, You turn to look at me with beady eyes Which rove about with blinking, glassy stare? With eyes too cold for man, for bird too wise, You chill me with your evil, icy glare. I think upon the lonely, bloody nest That hangs on yonder, whisp’ring poplar tree, Which droops at sight of gory, feath¬ ered breast Of mother of those tiny, missing three. —But should I question, who am but a man, That you’re but part of that prime¬ val plan? Clarence Blundell, Room 26. WINNIPEG, THE BEAUTIFUL The Frost-Elves and the Mist Maid¬ ens visited us the other night and gave to us a glimpse of glorious beauty, as shall remain in our memory to cheer us for many days. Describe it? Glory cannot be de¬ scribed. It is felt and known to the heart only. But look at the beauty with us—down the street, as far as the eye can reach, trees and shrubs are covered with a dazzling splendor. Hanging from every branch and twig, delicate tracery in frost-work may be seen, all so soft and white. As we look, the trees and shrubs assume a different shape, and lo! Vestal Virgins walk two by two, watched over by gracious matrons, dignified, tall, and stately. The trees on the river bank, so lately holding out bare, brown arms, are now smiling and clasping each other’s hands, softly clad in shimmering white mantles, which the gentle Mist-Maidens had given them. They had been so cold standing there, on the bank, so stark and bare, but now in their new mantles they were warm. They smiled at us as we passed and whispered, “Stay,” and nodded graciously. Reluctantly we hurried on and the beauty that our eyes had seen in the morning lived with us all the day, lightening our labour and making us eager to get out again to feast our eyes on such wonder. Marguerite Rowe, Room 12. 15