Glebe Collegiate Institute - Lux Glebana Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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UX GLEBANAGXZBAQ QAHDALERE FLAMMAM THE GAHIDIIAEEQU HILLS HE woonLANn in Autumn is a garden of massive oaks and great pale birches stretching like a Colossus or a drowsy giant towards thc crystal-clear blue of the sky. But if the common wood is a garden, then that which garbs the ancient, purple Laurentian Hills is an Eden, an Eden of wild life abounding in a play- ground of Nature's best. In the foreground of this breath-taking panorama, one glimpses a winding, needle-like thread, a dusty road, which fades as it ascends into the Autumn mist. It grips one with an urge to follow, to probe every nook and cranny of the woods' vastness, to attain the topmost peak and scent the pure air, untainted by the gloomy city. Our heavy shoes crush lifeless twigs under- foot, and a tiny squirrel scoots to a nearby tree where, balancing precariously on an overhang- ing limb, he scolds, his rusty and bushy tail arched stiffly as if to accentuate his stern dis- approval. The mid-day sun sifting through a leafy tree gives a dappled effect to the patch- work quilt at our feet. As we wander over a sloping ridge, we come upon a tiny lake sur- rounded by overhanging willows whose reflec- tions point the lake,s edges like some great hand-tinted saucer. Water laps placidly against an occasional trunk from which, in years gone by, the shore-line has slowly retreated. White r WARREN LANGFORD 4-A wisps of smoke curl idly from some concealed camp-fire. Drifting aimlessly, we reach the water's edge and pause to contemplate the myriads of tiny, gaudy leaves that have toppled from shore maples and are now forming tiny barges for the numerous aquatic insects. As we proceed along the shore, our footsteps rouse a grouse and she scutters a short distance, finally soaring to the security of a thinly-clad elm. A groundhog stares beadily from his earthy home, until losing courage, he turns, flaunts his abbreviated tail, and disappears, only to re- appear, perhaps, on the farther side of the ridge. Incessantly, the leaves fall like garlands in some great ball-room. The sun grows old and in the western sky there appears a ruddy glow, dark- ening continually. As darkness comes all too soon in these brief Autumn days, we reluct- antly turn our steps, and reaching the summit, stop to gaze once more at the friendly little lake whose waters are being slowly dyed a muddy indigo by the swiftly leadening sky. Feeling like convicts who have been granted one day of freedom, we return with drawn faces to our prosaic everyday life. -l-Q-.gi THE LION HEARTED KING u by SHIRLEY JACKSON, 1-A My storyis of a gallant knight, King Richard was his name, VV ho gained by sword and brafuery The laurels of his fame. Due to the teaching of Peter The ardent, loving, Priest, Richard left on the third Crusade, In the far and dangerous East. He left the shores of England, To sail the seas afar, And on the Isle of Sicily, U7 ed the Princess of Navarre. He warred on Emperor Saladin, In a battle for the cross, He besieged the Holy City, And many suffered loss. Deserted by treacherous companions, His hopes were growing low,' The Saracens gained a victory, And Richard home did go. IfVhile he rode en route for England He was captured by the foe, And placed within a castle, In a dungeon foul and low. 'Twas then his faithful nzinstrel, 'W hom many called Blondell, By a song did rescue him, Or so, the legends tell. And would you not pay tribute, To him whose fame still rings? This lion hearted warrior, The bravest of the Kings! il38l '

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UX GLEBANAGXQQAQ- THE STORM Tnuw Pnuze by Jouoors Cook, 5-is Daunrless the tree stood quite alone, Aloof, abofve the wind-tossed sea. Its base, a precipice of stone, lVould last until eternity. F orked light flashed bright from tnrb'lent cloud Revealing rain-swept leafless lirnbs. The thickening niist, a phantorn shroud, Swirled to the gale's ternpestuous whinis. A rifoen cloud set free a blast Of light, and arrow-like it sped To rend the 151726. It fell from sight Far down to nieet a watery bed. And so with nian who travels on, Alone, aloof from hurnan ken. H elll rneet sonietirne a bitter dawn, And wishld he'd known his fellow rnen. MQPALERE FLAMMAM LADY MOON SECOND moz: by lllniuzaiun' OCilI,X'll'I, 3-F Like a silver boat upon a raging sea, The nioon is tossed within the wind-swept cloud, IV hose fingers grasp its edges greedily And seek to dint its light as in a shroud. Sir North Wind wakes and puffs his icy blast, Before which breath the clouds all flee away. Sweet Lady Moon in triuniph rides at last O'er heaven and earth, to hold her queenly sway. And now she pours her glory o'er the sky And sheds upon us all her radiant light, And oftirnes as we look we heafue a sigh That rnen can never keep their souls so bright. .-it T l . frm- ,5- ' Q0 x x x',f 1, 4 - T i 4 I 'QI .,-I' ' . I FOR ALL THAT by WINNI1flil'ZlJ DUNNING, 3-o Qllfith apologies to R. Burns? A man may be as poor as sand And yet be rich-for all that, If he can stand and face the world, He's called a man-for all that. If he can work away each day And ne'er complain-for all that, His friends will see the work he's done And like him more-for all that. The marquis, duke, the lord, and prince Are oft real men-for all that, But many are not kindly to The poorer folks-for all that. But still I'm sure that some day we lfVill brothers be-for all that, And live long days of friendliness With joyous times-for all that. THE GLEBITE by jack I-IAR15, 3-c Piece of toast and cup of tC2l, Brush my teeth and turn the key, Forgot my books, I must go back, And while l'm here is there nothing I lack? Out again and on my route And there's the shoe-lace of my boot Tangled around and under my legs, I ought to pin it with clothes-pegs. At last the building hoves in sight, And on my brain there comes a light, Of quicker thoughts and visions new, Of languages and Algebra, and X's:z. And so the dreary grind goes on just like a six-day marathon, But when exams do come around, I, in my greatest glory crown'd, Come home with honours to the T. Now dou't you all wish you were mc? f-lsslt