London Normal School - Spectrum Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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MARCH March, can you bring no warmth for me? I've revelled long in gleaming fretted snowy I was akin to frosty earth and sky- Vl'inged, raptured, flying with the snow. March, can you lind no peace for me? I've been a creature long of thund'ring sound I've been a brother of the blust'ry wind- Breathing, throbbing, singing with the sound March, I need the tender breath of spring. Give me again the painted skies: Show me how streams can surge and tlow, Let me see solace in the skies! GRACE Backus. DREAM ISLAND I saw the peaks of mountains Against the purple sky, l saw the tips of tree-tops Rise up into the sky. There were no birds of thunder Plundering sights like these, For war had passed this island And left it to the seas. I hope the mews and peewits Find shelter in those boughs, For the winds that whip the island, Themselves are birds of war. The snow will cover this island As it comes drifting by: The tips of the changing tree-tops VVill blend with the indigo sky. Then spring will come in April, And summer will come in june, But always the island's a picture, At dawn, at dusk, at noon. I spent a year on the island, I saw seasons come and go, And I captured one lasting picture, Silhouettes of the peaks in the snow. lX'lARG,XRp.'l' litem.. THE AFTERMATH I-Ie woke, and the bright sun shining Cast a gleam over all the earth: He sat with his head reclining And thought of the funeral dirgeg His comrade had just been buried 'Neath the cold, black, muddy ground: He had fought, he had killed: he had fallen He had won a name renowned. Oh, when will this strife be ended, This struggle of earthly fate, The broken world be mended, And men will no longer hate? Oh, when will this world of turmoil Be a free world once again, VVith freedom of speech and religion, And good-will towards all men? IVIABEL IXTORGAN. Page Twenty-four FAITH The earth is but a dreary place, A place of woe and war, It stands upon a precipice Hemmed in by space's door. Some people laugh and others cry, Some people sing and dance, While others live in death's dark vale, These never had a chance. That's what the pious man might say When offering a speech! But me? I think this earth is good If you but work and reach. Our Fathers slaved to make this land A place of love and peace, Our attitude blots out their aim Till this returns-wars shall not cease. So gentry of this rich, clean earth Break down the fence of hates, Instead, build up a bridge of love That faith alone creates. IXIARUARET BELL APRIL April in the starlight night Danced across the grass And left a silver thread of hair Shining as she passed. April danced across the night, And kissed the birds that slept, And left amid the growing grass The teardrops that she wept. COLLEEN BYRN15 CHARGE OF THE BRIGHT BRIGADE Half a step, half a step, Half a step onward, In between classes Dawdled the half hundred. Faster in the halls! he said, So at breakneck UQ speed Moved the half hundred. Masters to right of them, Masters to left of them, Blasters in front of them Volleyed and thundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do or die, Stormed the half hundred. lVhen did their glory fade? VVhen the reports were made All the staff wondered, Honor the try they made! Honor the half hundred- A relieved half hundred! RALPH E. LUCAS

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720-ebay, THE NORMAL LIFE Why did I come to Normal School? My friends and neighbours askg And many times I'ye wondered why I tackled such a task. So many people do not know What goes to make a teacher, At Normal School they make no bout They'll make you a new creature. In Household Science, we did learn To scallop our tomatoes, And every girl did surely yearn lfor men, and peeling 'tatot-s. Science and Lit. were heaps of fun. The masters talked of beauty: Doc. I-Iolterd kept us on the spot, And Cupie did his duty. On Monday mornings, oh 'twas hard To keep our eyes propped wide, ll'hile Doctor Mark went on and on ll'e only groaned and sighed. Miss Emery had a hard, hard task To teach us how to draw, And even though she did her best Good art she never saw. In Manual Training we did learn just how to wield a hammer, Pop Hagerman was always swell, And didn't mind our grammar. Up in the gymn we stood up straight And still had lots of fun. llc wished to be agile as she. Our teacher-what a hon! The library was always full Uf laughing happy folk, Miss Gahan had her troubles, But she always saw the joke. I think the dream of all of us Is just to have a chance To teach a model lesson, And before the critics, prance, Some time we'll all be out of here, And what a joyous day, lVc-'ll teach the kids, and for a change We'll have the final say! B12'r'rv XVI-II'l'li. A Being on the Year Book Staff corrects dawdling habits. See them producing during the eleventh hour ! BEFORE AND AFTER That certain day on the twelfth of September Bring back memories dear, Because that was the day if I can remember That I arrived right here. There weren't the stately limousines Nor handsome guards bellowing calls, lfor all I saw, it apparently seems, lYere red bricks, shiny floors and empty halls. All has changed, and not by chances, Because we worked hardamid bloodand sweat . But to keep up morale we had some dances. Where the girl with a dragnet' was met. Many moons have Hoated by Since we were just ordinary creatures. But now the time is drawing nigh When we will be fullslledged Teachers. Picture Picture Picture Picture Picture Picture Picture Picture JACK Nl1AI.li, JUST PICTURE Ralph Lucas without those hlushes, Barry Moore without those crushes: jack Neale not teasing girls. Bruce Sitler with long blonde curls, Don Squire playing a church organ, Bill Speake without Mabel Morgan: Bob Reid speaking loud enough, the whole bunch, not thinking they're tough. Put them together and what have you got? 1945 teachers-the men of the lot. IRNA Ctfuxmt TO LYN I love the birds that sing at dawn, I love the soft cool breeze, I love all Nature's tiny folk That scamper o'er the leas. I love the sun high up above, I love the sky of blue: But best of all things I love It's you, my dear, just you. RALPH E. Lctpxs. A GIRL I think that I shall never see A girl refuse a meal that's free: A girl who doesn't turn an eye At every male that's passing by: A girl who doesn't like to wear An ox-eye-daisy in her hair, But girls are loved by fools like me, For who the heck would smooch a tree? BILL SPEAKIQ. Page Twenly-lliree

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jvkw NORMAL SCHOOL BONERS Mr. Roberts: XYhat is a polygon? Mr. Sirler: A polygon is a dead parrot. :F If at Mr. McEachern: Where did Shakespeare live? Miss Knox: Shakespeare lived at Wind- sor with his merry wives. 41 P11 if Dr. Holferd: What is a magnet? Miss Chandler: A magnet is a thing you find in a bad apple. PF 151 F14 Mr. Roberts: How is our school ventil- ated? Miss Lee: Our school is ventilated by hot currantsf' Pk if PK Miss Conover: 'ADQ-scribe respiration. Miss Loft: Respiration is composed of two acts, first inspiration then expectora- tion. X if IF Dr. Hofferd: How can you keep milk from souring? Miss Poag: To keep milk from turning sour, you should keep it in the cow. BF 25 41 Mr. McEachern: lVhat is the plural of ox? Miss Scott: The plural of ox is oxygen. ii if IK Dr. Hofferd: How can you tell a good dairy cow? Miss XYalsh: A good milk cow can lie told hy her rudder. Miss Conover: Describe the circulation of the blood. Miss Stonehouse: It fiows down one leg and up the other. If if ,F Mr. XYheeler: How do you find the core ect key to a piece of music? Mr. Lucas: Use a pitch-fork. Bk 41 26 Mrs. Partlow: Name instruments used in an orchestra. Miss Gatfield: They are viles, cellars, trumpets, hornets, baboons, hobbo and bubble basses. Miss Emery: I like the painting of the two fish lying by the bowl. It is called Still Life, to show that fish had just been caught and were still alive. Dr. Mark: What is heredity? Miss Deer: Heredity is a bad thing and il ought to be prevented. at ii JF Dr. Hofferd: XVhat is the Zodiac? Mr. Neale: It is the zoo of the sky where lions, goats, virgins, and the other animals go lifter they are dead. BY if X Miss Emery: W'hat are posters? Miss Backus: Posters are sheets of paper pasted on blackguardsf' X if if Mr. Hagerman: lVhat does Geometry teach you? ' Miss Crich: Geometry teaches us to bisex angels. if Sf if Mr. Sitler: W'hat is in the punch for the banquet? Miss Conover: Baboons' legs and cuckoos' ankles. 1 if Pk Dr. Mark: How did the life of Socrates end? Mr. Speake: Socrates died from an over- dose of wedlock. if if 37 Miss Conover: How do you time boiled eggs? Miss W'hite: Look out the window at the traffic light, give them one red and two greens and they're done. X X if Dr. Mark: Could you in a few brief words tell me what you think our biggest post-war problem will be. Miss Bell? Miss Bell: XYho goes back to the kitchen? X If 3 Miss Gahan: Well now, I think you would be wise to stick to teaching for a while, at any rate, Mr. Squire, because you know that there is one 'very serious impediment to marriage nowadays. Mr. Squire: Yeah, to support the govern- ment and a wife on one income. if if if Mr. Roberts: The Wioman has Seven Ages-the infant, the little girl, the junior miss, the young woman, the young woman, the young woman, and the young woman. IF il BY Miss Cunningham, now a rural teacher: Now tell me Ionah,why I punished you? That's fine, blubbered Jonah, first you pound the tar out of me and now you ask me why you did it. Page Twenty-five