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

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THE ORACLE Harry and George, John, Bill and Don, Captured more points as our total soared on. Billis running as usual was really superb, And at least in the relay, we had the last word. Dear students and pupils, we have not forgot The honours to us that Bruce might have brought, His speed that's so brilliant fit comes from a sail,J But he tucked in his shirt. That's the end of that tail. There was Marie and Eleanor and Evelyn B., Who added more points for our victory, They ran, and they jumped, and they took part in throws, In all these events they were up on their toes. In the Girls' Relay we always take pride, A first or a second we're never denied. The Junior and Senior, we won both with great ease, The Inter' we lost, but it was a tight squeeze. We were undecided to this or to that, Some went to the game. Some just chewed the fat. Then off down the road with a grind of a tire, The bus had its nose on the way to Elmira. We picked up two airmen, those poor lads in blue Were all smiles and giggles when their ride was through, Their ears were both ringing, their heads were both splitting, For the terrible noise we never thought quitting. The ride on that bus-no one will forget, They still knew next week where the pins they had met, The ones in the back seat, and some others, too, Were feeling like sieves where the pins, they went through. Mr. Hardyis' hat, rain soaked, and all dripping, drooped, While around its black ribbon a huge feather was looped, As we strolled down the streets of Kitchener fair, One look at that hat made everyone stare. Then off to the show where we lost a few pair- They didn't want us to know they were there- And after the show we went to the Grill, For Harry and George it was quite a thrill. The last treat of all was a trip through the store, The fives and the tens and a little bit more. John and Bev, in a generous mood, Bought gifts that were funny, if just a bid rude. Away on the bus, and as we neared home, The noise was terrific and Mr. K. groaned, The trip was successful, I'm sure you'll agree, And when there are more that's where we'll all be. -B. VICE AND B. SHURLY

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40 THE ORACLE Girls' Events - Juniors Evelyn Doherty, third Broad ump-Marie Simmons, first, Mary Ruth, second. Baseball throw--Audrey Burnett, first 75 yard dash-Ruth Klinck, first, Vera Napoleon,third. 100 ard dash-Ruth Klinck first' Y t ' Mary Ruth, third. , , Veralllapoleontsecond Basketball throw-Audrey Burnett, High jump-Bfuth Ilgllnclf, first ' d Second. era apo eon, t rr . - - - Broad jump-Ruth Klinck, Hrstg Intermediate Champion Mary Ruth. Marie Zinger, third. Seniors Baseball throw-Vera NaP0le0I1, 75 yard dash-Eleanor Arnold, first, SCC0I1d5 Evelyn Brubacher, second. Marie Zingef, third- 100 yard dash-Eleanor Arnold, first, Basketball throw-Vera Napoleon, Evelyn Brubacher, Secgnd, first- High jump-Eleanor Arnold, first. Junior Champion-Ruth Klinck- Broad jump-Eleanor Arnold, first. . Baseball throw-Eleanor Arnold, I ntermedtates Second. 75 yard dash-Evelyn Doherty, iirstg Basketball throw-Eleanor Arnold, Mary Ruth, second. second. 100 yard dash-Mary Ruth, second, Senior Champion-Eleanor Arnold. W.O.S.S.A. B MEET On a Saturday morning at seven o'clock We should have started-but that we did not. The alarm clock by Eleanor should not have been kept, For when it went off-the Arnolds they slept. 'Twas one quarter to eight when we finally started, From singing and shouting we never were parted. The time slipped along as though it had wings As we sang about peanuts, and horses, and things. At last the towers of Western appeared, With shouts of Elmira our colours we reared, Then off for our numbers, and programmes, and pins, And ready to iight for our losses and wins. The rain came in trickles, then torrents and sheets, fThis is never unusual for W.O.S.S.A. B meets.l Then Ruth got us off to a Hying good start With a win and a record that would cheer up your heart. Vera Napoleon would not be outdone, Had Ruth not been first then she would have won. So we started off at an outstanding rate, A The number of points now totalling eight. Evelyn and Mary were up on the line, With these two light-footers our chances were fine, But fate stepped in with a terrific thud, Alas! our good runners were left in the mud!

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U f Xf ff! ' l b 1 It X I ,a. '-I J 5 e f Wg, 1 nit X es fe Wilt 'Sr M Zi rg THE KEYS OF THE KINGDOM The Keys of the Kingdom written by Dr. A. J. Cronin is undoubtedly the most important novel of 1941. It takes its title from Christ's words to St. Peter and I will give thee the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven . The central figure is Francis Chis- holm, a Scotch Catholic priest. It tells of his Tweedside youth, of his education, and how a tragic event urged him to become a priest. He is possessed with the great virtues of endurance, humility and unselfishness. When his idealism makes him a failure in the eyes of his superiors, a bishop who understood him, gives him a vicarate in China where he spends thirty-six years, a thousand miles inland from Tientsin. There he succeeds in establishing a mission where he struggles against civil war, famine, dis- couragements, hatred and plague. How- ever, he creates warm friendships not only with the poor Chinese converts and their children, but with the nuns who come to his mission, a heathen Chinese merchant, an American Protestant mis- sionary, and an atheist doctor, a com- rade of his childhood. The Keys of the Kingdom has the power to stir our feelings to such an ex- tent that it would be justified as a novel on this merit alone. However as we glance through the pages, reading Fa- ther Chisholm's philosophies, we con- sider it a really wonderful book. Here are a few passages well worth remembering: There is one thing most of us forget, Christ taught it, the church teaches it- though you wouldn't think so to hear a great many of us today. No one in good faith can ever be lostg no one- Buddhists, Mohammedans, Taoists, the blackest Cannibals who ever devoured a missionary! If they are sincere accord- ing to their own lights, they will be saved. Another : 'There is no Caesar nowadays-only financiers and statesmen who want diamond mines in Africa and rubber in the slave-driven Congo. Christ preached everlasting love. He preached the brotherhood of man. He did not climb the mountain and shout, Kill, kill, Go forth in hatred and plunge a bayonet into thy brother. -BETTY SCHUMMER MY FRIEND FLICKA A new and very interesting novel about companionship between man and animal is My Friend Flickaw. Written by Mary O'Hara it is modern in every sense o-f the word and has been praised highly by critics. The story c-entres around a family of four who live on a ranch. Ken, the hero, is a dreamy lad with a delicate consti- tution. His stalwart brother, Howard, received a great deal of admiration from his father. Since Howard had a colt,' Ken too wanted one but because of his poor grades at school his father hesitated to grant his son's request. Then Ken's mo- lContinued on Page 771