Oakwood Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (Toronto Ontario, Canada)

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THE PRESIDENT ' S REPORT (continued from page 13) to Oakwood students this year. Are we succeeding? Yes, quite definitely! If it were not so, the members should not so soundly have supported a motion to extend the franchise for electing the Caput executive to grade 10. In- deed it is generally conceded, that the lower grade knows more about Caput than ever before. (I must confess here, that this effort is not a particular result of any carefully wrought policy, but is a re- sult of the dynamic leadership, the junior grades are getting from their elected representatives, whose speeches and vote-getting influence has magnified the authority of the junior school to an unprecedented level.) I said earlier that this year ' s record was incon- gruous and have attempted to justify this state of affairs by explaining the developing attitudes and circumstances which have made it so. Perhaps such rationalization, in all fairness should be bal- anced by my paying homage to the individuals who make Caput, and without whose service I should have nothing to write about. Publicly I wish to ex- press my heartfelt thanks to Mr. W.V. Tovell and Mr. A.E. Hobbs whose doorways were always ac- cessible when Caput required their views or co- operation. I wish to thank Staff members who ser- ved as sponsors or who were generous in their ad- vice, and also the office staff, who handled our correspondence and patiently attended to each re- quest. The committees functioned adequately as they always do. Caput members generally showed themselves to be alert and to exercise good judg- ment in their voting. As the leaders of our rela- tively young body, the veterans, whose services are lost this year due to graduation (I think par- ticularly of Ernie Weinrib and Don Rogers) should not pass unheralded. Not that these, however should be the only persons upon whose foreheads laurels should be placed; we should be aWare of the high calibre of those individuals in the remain- ing grades who are too numerous to mention, yet who constitute a copious reservoir of talent. Tal- ent, which should be of maximum advantage in building Caput into a more prestigious, more useful and better equipped organization. Next September a new Caput will reconvene. We hope that the unsolved dilemmas held over from the present session will not be many, and we are confident that it will deal successfully with the new problems confronting it. The love of demo- cratic ideals, which spurred the creators of the Oakwood Collegiate Institute Caput, the love of our country which spurred this year ' s Caput to in- itiate the playing of 0 Canada , and the respect for tradition, which equally spurred Caput to main- tain the playing of God Save the Queen , these are strong concepts, Oakwoodites. Be proud of them and protect them! There ' s a future for young men with matriculation standing In Canada ' s largest bank. New jobs and new opportunities are opening up all the time. If you ' d like to know more about a career with the ' Royal ' , ask for a copy of our booklet Your Future in Banking . Any of our managers would be glad to talk the matter over with you at your convenience. THE ROYAL BANK OF CANADA St. Clair Oakwood Branch G. J. Bailey, Manager LORRI ' S DRESSES ' SPORTSWEAR - LINGERIE COATS - SUITS AND ACCESSORIES 1068 ST. CLAIR AVE. WEST Telephone LE. 3-3660 10% DISCOUNT FOR STUDENTS 95

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m EfiCAPING fiLAVE My hands are red from the brick and stone, I ache in every joint and bone, My back is tired, my feet are sore. How much more, how much more, how much more. They whip me if just once I slip. Yea, I shall die by the crack of the whip. To think of escaping, you have to be brave. But I ' d rather be dead than a laboring slave. As soon as the morning ' s work was begun Towards the forest I started to run. Yes! - they saw me in my dash And the hounds were on me as quick as a flash. I raced and raced with burning feet I could heor their barks through the torrid heat. If caught, I knew my fate, A whipping - then those Pearly Gates. Just a hundred yards where the water falls. There ' s a deep dark canyon with sheer rock wails. I set my goal to reach it ' s slope On it ' s cliff was held my only hope. My master was near in sight. But too late, for I had ended my flight. On the edge of this cliff I trembling stand With no place to go, and death on hand. Sandwiched between two ugly deaths. To go over the cliff or to be unmercifully slew OH LORD! - My fate I leave to You! Ted Miller CITY RAIN Grey rain pearls on slate streets, Dull beads sliding down sooty city walls. Mud-ringed puddles, trickling gutters and Rain-wind spattered greasy window panes, Water-sodden news, a papier-mache mess. Cowering damp-breasted pigeons high on rain-swept fifth avenue ledges. Itinerant bum, wine-ridden, a black blotch on o grey satin street. Trailing a writhing reflected and forlorn shadow. Dripping undrained tenements, dripping sterile steel- and-glass offices. Drips. Kingsize drips, fliptop drips, grey three-button madison avenue drips. Fizzling faulty lurid neons, lightships in the dismal murk. Times square neons, bowery neons, new york neons whose Serpentine reflections have danced for aeons In the water-washed streets. Jon McKee AMBER The crisp sharp smoke of burning leaves that starts the mind And wreathes the trees in sombre hues of greys and blues ignores The small boys taxiing along concrete leaf-spattered sidewalks With both lungs at full revs, so that the dusty stillness Shatters with their shrill exhausts. And a pigeon here, too lazy to fly, saunters along with his feather collar Turned up, watching a scampering juvenile breeze Catch the leaf-smoke and wind it tight round that staid old oak On the corner lot, and jerk it once As the shrieking scrape of a rake Signifies its tortured progress over a cement sidewalk when its master For the soke Of cleanliness sacrifices more senile wrinkled leaves to the gaping maw Of the plump spark-spitting fire-god in the gutter. Finally, utter desolate Silence arrives, disguised as Night Too late, alas, to stop one lone escapist leaf Which rolls, slides, bounces, bowls and glides Happily down the street. Jon McKee 94

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THE ONTARIO SCHOLARSHIPWINNERS EDITORIALS Mr. W. A. Jackson For thousands of students and former students Mr. Jackson provides the proof of the proposition that, although some angles are easier to work than others, where X=a good student and Y = a good teacher, their sum is not simply X+Y, but an insight into mathematical truth. He also de- monstrated successfully that the product of two squares need not be a blockheadJ Mr. Jackson ' s logical and lucid explanations, his quick perception of students ' difficulties, his patience with honest slowness, his insistence on high standards, and his quiet sense of humour have made him admired as a teacher and loved as a man. We are going to miss him at Oakwood and we hope that he will find time to remember us. Zip! Zip! Thank You! The Editors of the Oracle would like to thank all those whose pictures appear opposite page eight and the ' dozens of other Oakwoodites who have helped make this Oracle. We thank also our Staff Sponsors, who showed us the way, and our advertisers, who helped finance it. %