Collingwood District Collegiate Institute - Gleaner Yearbook (Collingwood, Ontario Canada)

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The Cat She sat amidst the fresh spring blooms That graced the tidy flower bedg Her silver fur gave richness to The rainbow of green, mauve and red. She held her graceful crown erect With perfect poise and dignity, And gazed upon all pasaers-by With quiet curiosity. Then all at once she chanced to see A member of the canine clan. 350 35004 UD - cautious and erect, While up across the lawn he ran. With trembling limbs she shrank in fear,- Her back was arched, her tail held high. She fussed and spit as he drew near, And fury burned within her eye. DISCOVERY It has been said by a geographical society that all big discoverie I turned aside and wondered then, Was this the creature I had seen,- So calm and beautiful before? But non- so ruffled, wud, and man 'hw I Slanced back the dog was gon., And there beside the flower bed sat A creature wondrously transformedg- Once more she was a peaceful gat. She sat sedately as a queen And held erect her graceful head, Above the rainbow-coloured blooms That sraoed the tidy newer bed. Walter Morris XIQA lst in Intermediate Poetry. s have there are no more continents to discover. Therefore let us been made, since start discovering the wonders of the countryside that we sometimes hardly ' ' - E r field notice. A would-be naturalist should start at his door step. ve y has its own character. In spring, an exploration of a nearby woods never fails to produce di- fferent sights than it did the year before. The small, delicate wild fl- owers like Violets, Wild Columbine and Dogtooth Violet form a different patter in Mother Nature's patchwork quilt, that they have for years back. The fields are like small kingdoms, in summer, with the tall, graceful grasses as sovereigns and the small clovers as servants. In another field the tall but dainty Queen Anne's Lace is in power, while in a shady corner the Bla k-E ed Susan presides c y . l l ed leaves! Autumn is here. This beautiful Look at the gorgeous y co our array would attract the eye of any wanderer. In this season the goldenrod and wood aster are the main rulers. The next season, although there are no flowers or leaves to observe, has a distinctive beauty. Small dainty snow flakes make a covering to protect the delicate roots of the plants from the cold. Tracks made by animals, as they search for food can be observed in the fresh snow. h ld re ret that the continents of the earth are all discovered No one s ou g because life may still be rich in the discovery of nature in the meadows and woods. Joan Marie Aikins IX D lst in Junior Essay. Starkle, Starkle, tittle twink Yh0 the heck you are you think? m no under the alcofl f Though some thinkle peepu?ngi,o inkelhol' I fool so feelish I don't know who I are, But the drunker I sit here The longer I get, l Il

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THEIIEH' There is sometimes an event to which people look forward all year. Such is the Canadian Junior Team and Individual Ski Championships. Boys and girls from all over Canada eagerly await this meet. This year there was an Ontario team of two boys from Toronto and three from Sudbury, who had proven thasselves outstanding in the Ontario meets, sent to Lac Beauport, Quebec, Jim Georges of Owen Sound flew down to coach the Ontario team. Even days before the race there is an almost unbelievable tension in the air. So much can depend upon the conditions of the snow and the type of wax each racer puts on hi! Bnle The cross-country race was scheduled for nine o'clock Saturday morning. In this type of competition rlqthm, stamina, and waxing are what count. It was a bitter cold morning with a wind blowing that cut your face with razor blasts. I braved the weather to watch the boys come through the finish gate. For the Ontario team much depended upon this race because this was their best event. When they came in for first place and the second man to count placed third, this was well proved. This racked up many points to get an excellent lead over the other teams. In this meet, the time and position of the first two men in each competition brought points for thB11' team. T.hen followed a rush back to our lodgings, a quick lunch and on to the all-important wax job for the downhill tint afternoon. le tested and tested, trying to find the right kind of wax for the fast, cold snow. I can remember rubbing it into my skis with up bare hands until they burned like fire. Finally the skis seemed satisfactory and we started out to-the ski-hills. All the competitors tramped the course until it was in perfect condition. The wind was still blowing, a miniature hurricane. Up at the top of the course we were all Joking, trying to relieve the tension that was working up to a higher pitch. Although our team had a good lead, it had to place well in each race to keep ahead. The girls were racing first, and I was surprisingly calm. The first girl started off. Soon I found nqself in the starting gate. Beady! Three! Two! One! Go! The hill was a fast one and work on my skis paid off. I had reached the finish line over two seconds ahead of the next competitor. Then the boys started down. The times were good. With nearly the last number was one of our team members from Sudbury. lhen he came through the finish gate there was a hush as the timers consulted their watches. Suddenly there was a real war-whoop! The time in which he had speeded down the course was a new hill record. 'Huis meant more points for Ontario. Sunday morning brougmt the slalom competitions. As the snow conditions were still the same, few of the racers put new wax on their skis. Outside it was twenty below zero, and that same icy wind was blowing mdly. The slalom course was a use of flags and the cold so intense that it was hard to stem still long enough to study where the pairs of poles with coloured flags were placed. Finally we got started and the racers left the starting gate :Ln rapid succession. I picked W way down throxgh the sets of flags, detemined not to be disqualified, something wich seven boys and two girls did in the triclq course. Too determined to do well, manbers of our team fell, some missing gates, giving other teams a chance to gain on them. The Jumping on Sunday afternoon was the last event. As girls do not indulge in this thrilling sport, I had the pleasure of watching. The two boys from Tomato were the main Jumpers on the team and if one of them fell, the huge Pepsi-Cola trophy would be lost. The suspense ran high as the meet commmced. In this competitim there are three Jumps, one a trial which does not count and the two which are judged for style and measured for distance. Both boys made nice jumps, placing fifth and sixth with few team competitors in better positions. It was a day of rejoicing for all of us. Ontario had cleaned up in nearly all events. Home came the honour and tha silverware! Helen Weider, Xc First :Ln Intemediate Essay

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A Promise The window The The The The She And And The And blazed with dazzling lightg thunder rolled across the roofg sharp rain stabbed the trembling old dog cowered beneath the steps. woman clenched her hands, as if clutched the fury of the storm, shut her eyes with each new flash, trembled 'till the thunder came. old man gazed out at the night saw the golden fields flare up walls, With every fork that split the sky. His grey head sank onto his breast, He knew his wife was thinking, too, nOn such a night he went away.n But morning brought another day, And tho' the night still haunted them with memories The sun shone of another night, sparkling on the grass Despite some clouds still hanging low, As if there never could have been That door held wide to sheets of rain. A boy, so young, white-lipped with rage Had stepped into a storm-lashed world. Behind him closed more doors than one. She dropped her broom, ran to the door. A knock had come that she knew well. She held it wide to morning light-- And there he stood--her son come home. The boy she'd taught to say his prayers, nGod bless each one and make me good.n The lad who'd That had been The son she'd The boy grown With thoughts romped with his first pup, shot when it killed sheep. bandaged, scolded, loved-- up into a man, they could not understand. Now here he was--tall, bronzed and brave, Come home at last to them. He smiled. Behind his head a rainbow glowed. Rosemary Ruppert. XIIA First in Senior Poetry Competition THE TWENTY THIRD PSALM Miss Clark is my teacher, I shall not want for work. She disturbs my laziness: she leads me in the paths of geometry, for she is the teacher. She maketh me expose mine ignorance before the class: she assigneth hard lessons. She prepareth a figure on the board from a proposition: she anointeth mine head with wordsgher knowledge passeth understanding. lea, though I walk to the board with the hope of success, I fear some evil, for her text book, it bothers me. Surely planes and lines shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in Geometry ll forever.