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

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The Forge at Night At noon The Forge is dusty in the sun's warm light A grimy darkness lowering in the field. At night When in the West the blood-red clouds have healed And only stars are left to stab the sky The forge's fiery mouth roars lustily Its song of heat and clang of beaten steel. Men's shadows flit like bats before its flame, These are slaves, who serve the fire with zeal, Respect its ire yet see it grows not tame. But darkness leads proportion far astray. Already in the East the stars grow dim. The Forge, that loomed so savage and so grim l Will shrink to slight significance with day. F. NAYLOR. Ik Pk if Gentlemen: The King In Maytime when the snow has gone and melted all away 5 When people feel all bright and new, when birds have come to stay, Across the broad Atlantic, the King and Queen will start, To see the great new western land, of which , we are a part. When he has reached this shore, the King, will have much work to do, Opening this, unveiling that, and being put on VIBW. But, let us hope with all the pomp, that is on every hand, That he will see behind it all, the pepole of the land. The French, who speak a different tongue, but still are loyal too, - The hardy seamen of the east, with noses we call blue, The British stock right from the isles, the farmers of the west, Who though through storm and drought have come, are loyal with the rest. Here's to the health of good King George, and may his visit bring New loyalty within our hearts to him who is our King, And may our empire e'er unite, and grow from day to day, To form Man's Parliament on earth, forever to hold sway. DOUG. CREIGHTON-10A LUX GLEBANA What Shall l Write I must write some poetry, CMy soul I can't abuse For inspiration fills itj What subject shall I choose? Every poet writes of spring, Original I must be. Summer? Winter? Pussy-cats? What is left for me? Love and hate and pastured cows? Green and leafy trees? Every other poet Must have touched on these. Storms and seas and sweet songs sung? Tales of deeds and daring? Birds and beasts and cherry pie? How I am despairing? Alas, what can I write about That no one yet has written. For now, with the desire To write I find I'm badly smitten. Ah! now the light begins to dawn, An idea comes to me. All other topics have been used, Not this one as you see. fkvkiif To a Garbage Can Dear garbage can, unpraised, unsung, Rudely outside the door you're flung, Without complaint your work you do While wind and storm do buffet you, O patient garbage can! RUTH AGULNIK-4H Bk Pk at at 7' me X059 x' , 5. I. V. ' r 2 .T Z 'Wiz' .1'- KF -.En .fomf GLEBITET '-Uffc, lkgrdnnxgfzfp . rf-0 U ro sc: jnrfl- Urfi'-'51 'A KifwLy 47'1'5,vDED auf 7lM : Q,.onf::,L-Av, Peay N6 K 73A'ffCf7'3'? '- Parc THPE' GLEBQ- GPJPDS' '--' Page 35

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Which M ilton held,-In everything we are sprung Of Ecmfhfs jirst blood, have titles manifold. lncligestion Notes by Lenore Newman ERE IS the diary of a stomach as it might be penned during a school day. 9 a.rn.-Oh, dear, another hot day. 'Wonder if I'll be abused as I was yesterday. If I am, I am going to strike. Just disposed of a half-chewed breakfast. We ran for the bus which meant that I was so jiggled about and so tired that it took me twice as long to do my work. Hope she gives me an hour or two of complete rest before anything more comes my way. 9.55 a.m.-A great drink of ice Water has just arrived. It will take all the energy I can pump up in the next hour to warm me up to normal again. 10.30 a.m.-As the half-chewed breakfast didn't satisfy her, she has bought some pea- nuts and started eating them. 12 noon-Peanuts have dribbled along steadily every minute since last entry. I think she has finally finished them. 12.30 p.m.-Decided she wasn't hungry and instead of a good solid dinner sent me down a cold eggnog, heavy with chocolate. Could have managed it all right if it had not been so cold but as it is I find it very hard to deal with. 1.10 p.m.-More ice water. 1.40 p.m.-Was mistaken about the pea- nuts. She found another handful in the bottom of the bag, and now I have to attend to them. 2.15 p.m.-More ice water. 3.20 p.m.1Someone has given her a box of caramels, and she has started on them. 4.00 p.m.-Have received nearly half a pound of caramels since last entry. By this time she is saying, Oh, dear, I don't feel a bit well. I know the milk in that eggnog must have been sour. 4.30 p.rn.-We were invited out to have a soda before going home. Had a lemon phosphate and then ran for the bus. Page 31, 6.30 p.m.-We played a set of tennis before dinner, and here I am, all tired out and a dinner to handle. 7.00 p.m.-French fried potatoes, green corn, veal, and blueberries. What do you know about that? 7.45 p.m.-We are going down town for a Chocolate Walnut College Ice! ! 8.20 p.m.-Got home and found someone had made lemonade. She drank two glasses. Thait on top of the College Ice settled it. I stri e. 8.30 p.m.-Have sent back the College Ice and lemonade. 8.40 p.m.-Returned the blueberries. 8.50 p.m.-And the veal. 9.10 p.m.-She has sent for the doctor! She says that the College ice must have had something the matter with it. Her Mother says it is probably the weak stomach which she inherited from her father. 9.30 p.m.-Doctor says its just a little upset due to the hot weather. Good-night. .rf S xi, 2 1 if? g . . 1--lg' Ii 4-1-S- Pkfkvk Evening . The sun withdrew into its cup of gold, The robin stepped into its downy nest. The young their twilight tales were told The whole world peaceful lay at rest. The moon ascended slowly in the sky, The kstgrs came singly from their daylight e . And later two of Cupid's friends went by, As night on its mysterious paths still oped. R. L. LUX GLEBANA

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A Fire in the Forest b Keitlfliraser HE GLOWING sun dropped, inch by inch, behind the smoky hills. Purple and gold banners stretched across the daiikening sky, heralding the approach of nig it. Soon only a red glow Hooded the sky in the west, as evening dropped quietly over the woods. A cool breeze crept among the trees, rustling a dry leaf or ruffiing the downy feathers of tiny birds huddled on a branch with little round heads tucked beneath soft wings. High in the indigo heavens, a hundred million sparkling stars shone tiny lamps upon the sleeping world. The moon sailed out from its refuge behind a cloud, and flooded the quiet glades with a silver glow. Deep, mysterious shadows lay in the bushes and trees, and night fell upon the forest. A gaunt moss-covered rock lay deep in rank grass in the middle of a clearing. A shadow cast by a stately spruce fell across part of it, the rest lay bathed in the moon- g ow. A snake-like flash of brown appeared on the rock. It paused for a moment, peering about with quick jerks of its head, blood- red eyes darting fiercely in all directions. It seemed uneasy. Then, in a moment, the rock lay bare again, and the hunting weasel leaped away in search of prey. His place was soon occupied by another animal, his near-cousin, the sable marten. Larger, but not a whit more blood-thirsty, the beautiful creature poised on the rock in the moon- light. His rich smooth coat blended with his surroundings as he, too, tested the air uneasily. Then, like a Wraith, he silently followed the weasel in a graceful bound. A sharp-faced red fox slipped into the clearing, looked back a moment in the direction from whence he had come, then hurried on into the woods. Unrest pervaded the forest. A rabbit dashed from cover, and a great owl swooped and missed. Voicing a scream of rage, the great bird soared away through the trees. Another rabbit paused by the rock, then fled with long bounds as a ghostly form landed upon the rock above. The Canada lynx paid no attention. His fierce yellow eyes contin- ually glanced toward the darkness in the east-a darkness tinged with a strange red Page 36 glow. The lynx's tufted ears quivered, his sensitive nose rose high while he tested the breeze. As he bounded off on big, noiseless pads, a lordly buck leaped into the clearing. Not pausing in his stride, the buck gave a startled snort as the scent of the lynx struck him. then he rose again as if on coiled springs, and cleared the bushes on the other side of the glade. A carelessly dropped match had turned the bush to the east into a raging inferno. Fanned by a stiff breeze, the crackling flames were swept through the panic- stricken forest. The air grew hot and sultry, sparks rose in the black night and were whisked 'before the fiames into dry, inflammable timber. Flaming twigs drop- ped into the clearing and soon the dry grass, having felt no rain for a fortnight, was ablaze. Flames rushed up a dead cedar with a crackling rush, attacked the neigh- bouring trees and grimly drove the animals and birds toward the lake. Above this primeval tragedy, the moon cast a pale light through the heavy pall of smoke. From the shore of the lake, a long sand bar stretched into the deep water. Stumps and half-submerged logs lay across it, and on these were already perched countless squirrels, chipmunks, groundhogs and other small denizens of the forest who had been driven to this place of refuge by the fire. A dozen deer stood up to their Withers in the water, surveying the larger occupants of the sand bar anxiously. A bull moose plunged out of the crackling timber and splashed clumsily into the water. His great hoofs wrought unintentional havoc among the swimming rabbits. There was a splash as a fat black bear, his fur smoking in several places, reached the water. The deer, hud- dled together, watched his progress nervously but Bruin paid no attention to them. A long, sleek, gray form bounded from the shore and landed on a bobbing log. The log promptly submerged and the puma snarled angrily as he swam to a big stump and crawled out of the water. A hissing lynx held the top of the stump valiantly till the bigger cat had almost reached him, then the lynx hurriedly vacated the perch. The puma paid no attention to his neigh- bours but set to work licking himself dry. Every now and then, as a burning branch hissed when it struck the water, he lifted his head, ears laid back, and snarled. The killer's natural instincts were deadened by this common enemy. As morning came, and the fire along the shore burned itself out, the fear of the carnivora abated somewhat. The lesser LUX GLEBANA