Delta Secondary School - Lampadion Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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oL ife r t School The exams are fast approaching; The fatal day is near. Fine brows are being wrinkled To learn what we heard here. The ta sk looks quite impossible; The end is ne ' er in sight. But still we try, ' cause try we must And work into the night. Each day we study harder, As the dead-line fast appears, To learn the French, that, we regret, Has travelled past our ears. Now soon the struggle ' s over, And into class we go So put down unto paper The things that we should know. The exams are now completed; And results will soon come through. So the agonies are over ' Till they show them to you. You wonder if it ' s worth it, All this study, all this pain; But when the final score is in. Your opinion is the same. So when you stroll along the hall And your class-mates yell to you, How much d ' you get on your exam? Then you can tell them true. ' I got as much as I deserved: The same applies to you, And if you ' d studied like I did You would have ' flunked ' them, too. Bernie Heinze 11 G 5 rJLife Life is like a pathway in the night, Some grope on blindly - tripping or falling; Others seem sure they know .the way, Then come to a fork in the road and say, Which way am I to go? I saw one man rush by me swiftly, Worries showing on his wrinkled brow, But he found out when he rounded the bend That the path came to an abrupt end. A group came by me following closely At the heels of one who led, But the leader didn ' t know That ahead of them was an unseen foe. The only ones who find the way Along this dark and dangerous path Are those who carry a glowing light That shows them the difference twixt wrong and right. itlodern -Arrt Our pictures which are done in art Are really nice indeed. We all agree they are quite smart; Folks say we don ' t succeed. We hang them up upon the wall; The public come and see. The people can ' t make any sense; They look and say Oh, gee . Others stand upon their heads To see what we have done. They puzzle out the blues and reds, But they find only fun. We try to make our art look real, To please and not offend. We work so hard with lots of zeal, Alas! Abstract it ends. Ted Walker XI G 5 Betsv Coleman Class 9D6.

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Jsn -Jhe Ljardt The newly arisen sun gave light to a scene of horror. The airplanes had gone now but the shattered ruin of earth and man remained. The bombing had occurred during the night without warning and without reason, for this village made no reputation of its factories or munitions plants. In the middle of the small town stood the largest building — an orphanage, formerly a tribute to love and brotherhood. Now there remained but a mass of brick and wood. From the early morning fog came a man, old and bearded, his apparel giving indication of much misery, his face a look of much sadness. He walked, gazing with watery eyes at the ruin on either side, yet with slow determination pushing himself to the orphanage. As he stopped before the sideless structure his observant gaze found a naked body carelessly and cruelly thrown amid the cold stone. Slowly his hands removed the rubble from the lifeless form, uncovering a crushed and broken child. Delicately he picked up the child and started to walk past weeping mothers, past ruined homes, past fallen trees, past the heavens. There appeared before him a garden and they entered. He came to a rock and he laid the child there, falling down himself hands upon his face. That morning bold leaders spoke of conquests, and that morning rifles gleamed, and that morning the sun shone. And that morning .... Jesus wept. Jim Strecker 12 G 6 I dreamed that I was made a king, And I watched the eager world try To bring me joy, in everything — And every attempt quickly die. Although I ruled o ' er many lands I felt empty and alone, As my heart sighed its warm demands, Demands which I could not disown Oh, but now I know that nightmare Was a blessing in disguise: For though I long ' d to wake from there, It aided me to realize: Even if I had command o ' er the earth Without you near, my life would have no worth. Leonard Martin 12 G 5

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AJhu S tudenti -jo Ljreu -3a iJ faction {Jf r finite You ' re awakened rudely by the clang of a bell; Again there ' s that feeling you know so well. You sink into the pillow, pull the sheets o ' er your head, Wishing to sleep; but you hear instead Your mother yelling You ' re going to be late; You ' ve less than an hour. School starts at eight. You get out of your bed that ' s so warm and nice. And step onto a floor that feels like ice. You wash, and dress, and then get your books: Comb your hair, and see how it looks. You head for the door and without a doubt It ' s Eat your breakfast; don ' t go without. Finally you leave; seems like 20 below; The wind is howling. It ' s starting to snow. You enter the school and remove your things. Just then the warning bell rings. You slam your locker and run down the hall; If you ' re lucky, no books will fall. Open your books. Now, class will start. Your chemistry formulas, know them by heart. Onto the next class; it really is fiendish, You get a detention for not knowing English. Then to Algebra - those teachers of math! If you don ' t do your homework, they ' re on the warpath. Into the French class - no time to gab. Open your text books, learn your vocab. Now for P.T.; it ' s time to relax!! Feet on the floor; lie flat on your backs; Twenty turns at the bicycle ride; Roll your hips from side to side. Your knees are weak, your back out of joint; Oh well! That ' s beside the point. Your hair is grey, not because you are old, But the text books of high sch ool have taken their hold. Pat Wilkins 12 G 6 Costing nothing. But creating much, It enriches those who receive it, Without impoverishing those who give; Yet, happening in a flash, Its memory often lasts forever. None are so rich That they can get along without it, And none so poor But are richer for its benefits; Yet, it is but A small thing in itself. Creating happiness In the home, it fosters Good will in business, and completes The circle of friendship everywhere; Yet, it cannot be bought, Begged, borrowed, or stolen, Though it is rest To the weary, daylight To the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, And nature ' s antidote for trouble, Yet, it is something which is Of no earthly good until given away. And if it should happen That someone you know Should be too tired to give you a smile, Why not leave one of yours? For no one needs a smile so much As those who have none left to give. Len Woodward 12 G 5 y r W in terwonderland The boy ' s gym was very bare; But Delta students have talent ' s rare. Many have the artistic flair And others have a lot of dare. Proceeding downward, equipment in arms, They were ready and eager to work their charms. Hard at work some began the drive, As more with the same began to arrive. Blue and silver icicles were all around the door. And tables and chairs were scattered over the floor. We covered the ceiling with big balloons, And on the walls were silver moons. So, with the help of all the fairies and elves, All the supplies from familiar shelves, And the music from the dreamy band, We transformed the gym to a Winterwonderland. Judy Munce 11 G 5.