Elmira District Secondary School - Oracle Yearbook (Elmira, Ontario Canada)

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18 THE ORACLE THE STORY OF DORISE NEILSEN, M. P. During the last Great War, among the thousands of Londoners who ran to seek shelter from the air raids, was a fourteen-year-old girl, who to-day occupies a promin- ent place in Canadian politics. She is Mrs. Peter Nielsen, Canada's only woman representative in the House of Commons. Dorise Webber was born and edu- cated in England. She became a teacher and taught for three years in the elementary schools of Lon- don. Miss Webber wanted a change so she came to Canada. She se- cured her first permanent school at Norbury, Saskatchewan, but six months later she married Peter Nielsen, a western homesteader. After her marriage Dorise Niel- sen's problems increased by leaps and bounds. She knew absolutely nothing about farming, but through her husband she became interested in Saskatchewan farm- ers' movements. Then came the de- pression and the horrible drought years. The Niels-ens with their family of three, were forced to go on relief for three years. Slowly Mrs. Nielsen came to the conclusion that political action was her only hope. In 1930 she supported a Far- mer-Labor candidate and later she joined the 'C.C.F. Today, however, she stand-s for a Unity platform and remains a completely indepen- dent and free member. In 1939, Mrs. Nielsen was nominated as the Unity candidate, and, although' there was no money to carry on the campaign and no publicity, Dorise Nielsen won a seat in the House of Commons. Mrs. Nielsen is now living in Ot- tawa with her three children, while her husband continues to farm the land. She feels that she has been sent to Ottawa to bring to the at- tention of the public the condition of the poverty-stricken people in our great west. In Mrs. Nielsen's first speech in the House, she vividly illustrated the relief conditions as they exist at present. She feels that the people of the west are not being given the opportunity of becoming refined and cultured. How can young Can- adians, who are gifted in science and arts, make a name for them- selves, if they are not able to se- cure the proper training? Mrs. Nielsen is certainly a coura- geous woman to stand up and. voice her opinions against so much oppo- sition. She is very much against the new budget, which, she thinks, does not provide enough funds for domestic relief, and she did not he- sitate to state plainly her views against it. Her interest lies constantly in the western provinces and she never forgets the farmer and his problems. It was the farmer who sent her to Ottawa and- she will never forget that. Because of her many years of actual experience, Mrs. Nielsen speaks with firm con- viction and confidence about the problems of the west. , Possibly the most memorable words of Mrs. Nielsen are these, made in her speech against the Mobilization Act: ' Democracy is a living thing. If you seek to bind and chain demo- cracy, if you seek to keep it for awhile without letting it live, and without permitting it to exercise itself, democracy will wither, it will die. A T-GLADYS HOLLINGER, GRADE XIII.

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THE ORACLE Miss Elma Brent's poe1n, uSnowdrops was accepted for inclusion in the World's Fair Exposi- tion Press, New York City. SNOWDROPS fWinner of First Prize, Senior Poetryj P Soft green shoots pierce dark, brown earth To peer about ami then give birth To pure white blossoms, so wa-xy, and pale, Which brighten the soil of hill, valley and dale. The bright, spring sun shines smilingly down, To help the snowdrop brighten the brown, W The balmy March breezes sway the bright bell, Whose tinkle resounds thro' a fairy dell. At break of day, the feathery folk sing To the melodious music of the snowdrop's ring. But alas! the white bell slowly fades and then sinks To be buried 'mongst tulips, daffodils, pinks. Farewell, frail snowdrops, so beautifully sweet, We hope that next spring again we may meet. -ELMA R. BRENT A MOTHER'S PRAYER fWinner Second Prize, Senior Poetryf lt's not for mel pray-itis forlmy son g You see, there're just we two down here alone. His daddy? . . . well, you know his daddy's gone, He left us, long ago, to carry on. My son? Why, dearest God, he's just a boy Playing with all his little friends, it seems, He hasn't even conquered all his teens, Oh, please don't take away his boyhood joy. Dear God, it isn't he who's meant to die, He never had the heart to hurt a thing, He was so free, just like a bird on wing, And now he, too, is flying in the sky. lust see' the curls that o'er his forehead fall, He might be contemplating something bad The way his eyes are twinkling - just a lad, For all that he's so big, and strong and tall. His is a world that's torn with bloody strife, Because of greed and selfishness and pride, It was because of these his father died. And now he, too, will gladly give his life. And so I come before You, kindest Lord, To ask protection for him, day by day, That he'll be guarded on his dangerous wayg May You be pleased that this, my prayer, be heard. -V. O.