Balfour Technical School - Beacon Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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Miss Meta A. Nervick In memory of Miss Mela Nervick, who lost her life in a motor accident, July, 1946. Jl it Melodty There is a melody no longer ours— Sweet graces, lightly running steps Of merry music, laughing notes, And gay cadenzas underscored With diapasons of a reverent life, Brightening the narrow corridors of sense, And lifting hearts in gladness to the skies. Skilled, moving hands no longer touch the keys To bid the sleeping harmonies awake; The symphony, of song and work and prayer, And all that makes a life serene and fair, We cannot hear, and yet we surely know Its music swells to sweeter, grander heights Of sun and stars to reach the heart of God. The melody that only memory hears Becomes the rolling anthem of the spheres. Page 10 Balfour Beacon ’47

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% Sia{f Students Today it seems incredible that I am penning a word of farewell on my retire¬ ment from the principalship of Balfour Technical School. It is a source of great satisfaction to me that no one in school or out of it has suggested this step to me, but that, on the contrary, many have expressed regret at my so doing. However, one must have respect for advancing years and seek to find a field of labour which will be less exacting and less onerous. Hence my word of farewell. At the end of one’s professional career it is only natural to ask “What has been the source of greatest satisfaction?” Most assuredly it has been that all down the years one has striven to give the best and the most unselfish service of which one has been capable. Herein is life’s reward. There is no other. George Eliot put it very simply when she said, “The reward of one duty is the power to fulfil another.” Balfour Technical School continues its career, building into its classrooms and corridors, human experiences, failure and success, comedy and tragedy, joy and sorrow, living and dying. The end, no one now living can foresee. The urgent duty that is upon all of us alike is to follow the gleam which is always vouchsafed to each one of us. After all, constancy of purpose is the secret of all worthwhile achievement. In this way we reach our destined goal. —A. HODGKINS. A. Hodgkins, M.A., B. Com. Principal 7o- J. He does not sit alone, who treasures fast The timeless tapestries of golden days, Singling the strands of once familiar ways To seek the silken substance of the past. He does not dream alone who needs must share The pattern of his vision with Ins friends, Tracing the woven brightness till it lends hustre to lives dark-hued with doubt and care. He does not live alone who points the Truth Beneath a tangled iveb of hates and fears, Teaching the path of Faith throughout the years, Weaving the time-fast tones in hearts of youth. Who fabrics Friendship with threads true and tried Measures his motif million-multi plied. —F.S.R. Balfour Beacon ’4? Page 9

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