Central Collegiate Institute - Ye Flame Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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3rd Consolation Prize Mr. McEachern, III A A pie! A Christmas pie! And nought betide+ Thatts scarce a dish for princes, nor so rare But I should ask some relish to't, but stay! That was the dish Jack Horner ate, what time He lodged upon the 'corner-seat and plucked With thumb in dish, the ever luscious plum Which he consumed thereon, to taste, to eat, To eat, perchance to choke !-Ay, there's the rub, For who can say the plum will not call up The thousand natural ills that flesh is heir to? Yet Horner ate, and having eaten, still Pronounced himself contented with himself. Thrice happy man, that thus proclaims himself No slave of conscience, but is justified In his own eyes. 4th Consolation Prize Mr. McLeod, IV A I saw a little cottage lad, ' Who in a corner sate, His happy face it made me glad- A Christmas pie he ate. What is your name, my little boy? Jack Horner, sir, said he, His face lit up with childish joy In sweet simplicity. He put his thumb Within the pie, In search of pleasant food, And said, when he had licked it dry, Kind sir, I'm very good. 5th Consolation Prize Mr. Spencer, II D You can see Jack Horner sitting in the corner of the kitchen, With his little dish of pudding on-his lap 3 If the dish you try to collar, then you bet your bottom dollar, That you'll find he aint indulging in a nap 5 For he shoves his little thumb in, when he hears a person con1in', And he picks the biggest plum that he can see: And he makes this observation, on the present situation- ' Guess you Won't find no one else as good as me! 94