Hamilton Teachers College - Log Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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7fne Gfzallemfe Uf 7eacfzin9 Third Prize Victor Parker The shaping of the lives of our future leaders is sometimes taken too lightly. Underlying our educational system. is the idea of the development of good attitudes by the pupil to help him make his way in our complex modern society. We, as teachers. must realize that personal problems which belong to the pupil seem. to him. to be immensely large. These problems. if left unsolved. may lead the pupil to become wrapped in a cocoon of bewilderment. It has been said in many different ways. that to teach is to love. and to love is to display the indescribable witchery of natural tenderness. Love of beauty and of all lovely and wonderful things is indispensable to our growth. Love can combine humility with pride. passion with peace. self-assertion with self-surrender and violence of feeling with tenderness. It can sublimate our strongest desires into ioy and a realization of a fuller life. It has been said that, In love one has need of being believed and in friendship of being understood . Teaching is remarkably adapted to this aesthetic truth. HOWARD WILLIAMS DIAMONDS and WATCHES SCHOOL PINS TROPHIES 20-22 MeNab Street North Hamilton. Canada LORDLY JONES CO. LIMITED O OFFICE EQUIPMENT and SUPPLIES 57 John St. S. - Phone JA. 2-I Hamilton QUALITY AND SERVICE FOR OVER 30 YEARS at SAM MANSON LTD. Sporting Goods and Luggage JEWILL BROS. BOOKSELLERS O 18 KING STREET WEST PHONE JA. 7-1394 Agents for: Q von' Rawlings. Spalding, CCM Stationery - Greeting Cards 7I-73 King St. W. JA. 7-4300 Gifts l

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Gamfua 7alenl '7fne Mackay First Prize Natalie Weir He stood back and studied it thoughtfully. Was this creation his, this farce? He saw where his brush had slipped and where the paint lay thick. He saw his despair. his disgrace. and his agony upon the canvas. his canvas. Andre flung his brush to the floor and watched the soft, yellow paint slur across the slippery surface and then ooze slowly outwards seeking the gaping cracks in the floorboards where it gradually disappeared. His body hunched suddenly in a cold shiver and he uttered a hollow laugh. What mockery! He laughed again but his eyes were sober. and the pit of his stomach lurched violently. Below the bell tower lay the estate, its magnificent grounds shaded by large and plentiful trees. The evening sunlight sparkled on the ornate windows of the mansion and east a misty haze over the rock gardens. Andre saw this through the small window from the bell tower and reminisced. He remembered and savoured the glory. the pride and the joy that was once his. He thought of all that was once his and from his window he saw the splendour of the sh-ell that remained. Andre lived againg his eyes were bright with the fever that clutched his brain, and his heart deafened him. Ecstasy surged from the depths of his being. pulsating and overwhelming in its course. He screamed with its surging power. The stableboy found him there, peacefully smiling in his everlasting slumber, his gnarled useless fingers tenderly clasping his brush. Gounlfuf Boy Second Prize Frank Faber I want my boy to grow up in the wide open spaces where the veld, the hills, the turtle doves in the trees. the farm animals and the crops will be part of his life. Now knowing what his pleasures will be. you may say that his future will be limited and his life drab. Pity him not, my friend, for nature will be his lifetime companion. He will never be lonely. Without haste, and in her own good time will nature entrust her secrets to him. He will find that science is only a poor substitute, and through nature will he discover the miracle of God. The quiet presence of life and death in plants and animals will assure him that life's end need not be feared. The animals will be his daily care. They will become his good friends who depend on him. and the joy of doing for others will be his. As a farm boy, he will learn to accept the unforeseen. To him all living things will be sacredg today a birds' nest. tomorrow, a newly hatched bird. They will teach him mercy. Each day will be an adventure in learning. The fieldmouse in the staekg the white tickbirds following in the wake of the herdg the birth of a lambg from these my boy will learn compassion. He will learn to love the sounds of the night and the peace of the space all around him. One of his pleasures will be his long rides up the mountain with his shaggy dog following. He will notice the willow saplings along the river growing bigger and bigger each year. He will come to realize that he has also grown year by year until the time for him to start his life work has arrived. A day may come when he will leave to begin another way of life, but he will remain a country boy as long as he lives. His faithg his sense of duty to othersg his compassiong this lore that faraway places gave himg all these will be his forever. 47

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70110 Zlfoufcfrfl' See eounllfly First Prize Dwight Munger Who wouldn't see the country in thc spring! With fresh-plowed fieldsg With trees in flowerg And hopes held high, When life is full as birds do sing Another season yet is nigh . . . is nigh. Who wouldn't see the country in the summer! With new-mown hayg With berries sweetg When hopes are greater yet, And life is full as birds do sing. Another season must be met . . . be met. Who wouIdn't see the country in the fall! With frosty squashg With sh-eaved wheatg And thankful hearts, And life is full as birds do sing Another season. soon it starts . . . it starts. Who wouldn't see the winter countryside! With fields laid bareg With stopped brookg When empty, foodless bins Compel the hopeful birds to sing Another season soon begins ..... begins. Spafnow Zzamily Third Prize Frank Faber The little couple built their nest, Close to the highway which ran west. And as the days came and went, The summer soon was nearly spent. Much commotion I did spy, One fine day as I went by. But no breeze stirred as I looked on. At the wee couple and their son. The game was one of follow-the-lead. As flying lesson did proceed. With much concern and tender care, They egged him on to take the air. Then all at once, away he went- Up and up and up, 'till spent He slithered to a stop for rest- Riqht up on the highway's crest- I closed my eyes and wished that l Had not this day come wandering by. 49