St Michaels University School - Black Red and Blue Yearbook (Victoria, British Columbia Canada)

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EXPRESSIGNS

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or these two gentlemen in the welfare of this school continued right up i we rngrfie-itil ot THEN DEISSWQA l fi'ifECiVi'i!iy' will miss the frequent visits and the wise advice which I received tfem during the last live years. Vile will honour their memory at this School. Peter A. Caleb Headmaster N X X ae c c 3 4 'qv wfsrwi - ,1 .t In K . 1- ,' ' ' ' . ' ' f v - ' ,-, -. 1, J ' -'.j,' 5 ' 253153. iz, -.rs .i,.,. -...,.,,g-..:',K-Y' 1 . ,A ' 4 . - , 'K - - .- .-. 3' ,' ex. xt hfjlr. i.14::kCj!j:,:fK ggi i 7' ' .NEG 1 'Q h I 1 . '- hffi K' ' .J :Z 1--J - H ns' .- I ' -': A . .. . ' , - .',- ' '1' 45' 4 -...'-'---, . ' -r IZ,-.,--1,. 5 1-.-4,g:,,.-q La . E 4 . g . I J ,A V v.. x ' ,r 5'-.C -Y 6:'f17'7fLfJ E , -I 4' - ' . H ' - '-'..' xx: ,f3A3,3,'7 ..'Y.'- ,E . 4. .kwa ..fua1..v:-1-:vlvf.-,'--- Q A '-.:-.4'c.4,d33':.. 1 , A .Z - i - 1 X.-.he -ere..-.-f.a. Prefects Standing: R Wilson, B, Chui. J, Ellis, VV, lvlcAlpine, M. Endean, I. Burchett, K, Battersoy, C. Gareau. I Graeme. Gi Reader. Seated: l-l. Cunningham, K, Jones, lvl Locke, R Osvvaldlvl Cottrell.C l3lackstock.Trl-losie.MJavvI,Bllvloore,J.l-lumphrey.D.Kirk,W Fiansford. Bi Peers, X, Aorioux, Tom Hosie ll-lead Boyl and Mike Jawl lDeputy l-lead Boyj, 28

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LINES WRITTEN IN SCHOOL ON A GARBLED TUESDAY You do not know why you are here. You do not know who you are. You do not know. Why? The guestion is, why? An insurmountable dream. The pinnacle of insanity. One who knows not, Does not Know why. For he is an eternal shadow. A silver spoon in The mouth of society. Skin without pockets, individuality without isolation, Togetherness without trauma, Reason without purpose, Purpose without logic. insanity is the answer. You do not have to exp lain. POEM Death lay beside me, waiting day by day, LHVDSAY GILES 77-3 l-lis cold breath l could feel chilling my old bones. Chances, beauty and youth he stole from me. l-le stared at me one day, asking quietly: A'Come, play in yonder fields, though tarry not long. His hand he offered, but l answered him nay. Temptations of delight he showed me. Dear God, take from me this grievous soul! Take me, as l am - my Fathers forces Took the sting of death away. Courage was mine. God, Protector, Defender, my inner self. ln the company of l-lim, l walk without fear, For l-le is the hope in my darkest hour. He shall always be answered, Yea. DAWD CQUSINS 77-2