Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine THE TELEPHONE FIEND. Picture I. Little you know, when you answer my cal You speak to a mighty king ' ; Little you know that the nations all Come forth at my powerful ring, That I can more than an empire sway As I sit on my puny throne — For many a million men obey The Fiend of the Telephone. f]

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Havergal College Magazine Ah ! up the stair was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale which but an hour ago Were flushed and warm in slumber ' s rosiness. And there were sudden shriekings, such as press From lips hysteric, and the choking sighs Of those who need the cold sponge and the dress Unloosened, while ammonia salts the wise Provide, and sal volatile with feathers burnt advise. And there was robing in hot haste. The need So urgent, and the monster still afar, Vocal in class-rooms now, impel to speed. The chieftain fallen erst in ranks of war ; And up she springs to loosen bolt and bar, And drive Grimalkin forth from alien floor, By force or cunning ere the morning star, (Thirty below outside) she props the door And whispers with white lips: Shoo! shoo! now haste afar! But who shall sing the windings of pursuit Round desks and platforms, and the mortal fray, Back stairs, front stairs, kitchen and furnace smoke, Pursuer and pursued in devious way Joined by a third, in martial scarlet cloak, (Battle ' s magnificently stern array!) The air meanwhile with feline clamour rent — Till, baffled and dismayed, at break of day, Forth into outer gloom the foiled invader went. There sped the greatest, nor the worst of Cats Whose judgment, antithetically mixed, Suggested four a.m. in neighbouring flats For morning calls — the time and place not fixed — Extreme in all things ! hadst thou been betwixt, Thy call had ne ' er been heard, or never been, Thy challenge unreturned, thy presence missed, Thy footsteps unpursued, thy form unseen, This song had ne ' er been sung, thou Thunderer of the scene ! FAMILIAR PROVERBS. (Culled from the General Knowledge Papei Spare the good and spoil the bad. Spare the poor and spoil the rich. Spare the fault and spoil the child. Never too old to work. Never too old to live. A young ant gathers no moss. 40

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Havergal College Magazine Picture II. Sometimes I chuckle, and plot, and jeer, A nen some message you expect, And are list ' ning rapt with straining ear, To which I most object. Why, then, I tinkle, soft as can be (The words come to me alone), And you listen on, while I dance with glee- The Fiend of the Telephone. - — , 1 fc m L «% I 1 1 V 42