Isaac Newton High School - Newtonian Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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THE NEWTONIAN 19 In the Dark (Sam Donen, Room 14.) It was night time outside. In the house the lights were not on and therefore it was dark in there too. The burglar’s eyes shone with delight (how- come) when he sized up the situation. He crept stealthily up the back steps and tried the door. No need for tools here. The door was already open. Quietly he entered. “What a haul there would be,” he reflected. First he tried the kitchen. Nothing there. In the dining room a few odd silver spoons and forks met his gaze, but he was not interested. Cutlery was not in his line. The living room, a bedroom, and other rooms also were barren of worthwhile results. What if this were a set-up after all. Certainly what ha viewed so far was not at all encouraging. He went on searching, but it was hopeless. There was nothing for him, there. No use staying now. Just as stealthily as he had entered he left, cursing his luck all the while. When he got far enough away from the scene of the attempted robbery he raised his head to the moon and uttered this one word: “Meow”. (Which translated means, bah.) On Eating Spina ch (Bella Bedder, Room 8, Gr. XI.) Spinach is a great food! It has earned money for thousands of boys and girls. In making this statement, I do not mean the money is earned by them in the production of spinach. It is quite a known fact that a devoted father or mother will pay their beloved child, who otherwise does what he or she is told, at times, a nickel or a dime, depending on the generosity or wealth of the doting parents, for every helping of spinach that he or she will eat. Why is it that those beautiful green luscious leaves that would make the mouth of a horse or cow, water, are so distasteful to many people? But it must be remembered that we are neither horses nor cows. Delicious grass is spinach, that poor abused food which is scorned by nine-tenths of the popu¬ lace and hailed with delight by the remaining tenth. Spinach causes trouble the world over. When Junior refuses to eat his share of the health-giving food, which is recommended by the biggest doctors and prize-fighters, he is often spanked, and sometimes paid—in money, cash, not credit. More often a loving father who abhores spinach is forced, by his wife, to set an example to their child, and has to eat a goodly portion of spinach to encourage the child to eat it. Why is it that there were so many strong and brave men, or at least history says that they were strong and brave, who had never eaten spinach, tasted it, or as much as ever seen or heard of it ? I am sure 1 Samson was not raised on it. Well, all I can say is, that spinach was appropriated by this modern race to deprive some poor animals of food which is rightly theirs, and also to; cause people to squabble over it, to talk about it and to cause such people as I to write about it. MY ENDEAVOR I have no desire to be wise Or know an awful lot. For things like ginger ale or pies I do not care a jot. All pomp and pelf do I despise, I ne’er will want a yacht. To me all fame means less than naught, I think it tommy rot. But every article I prize, And all that I have got, I’d give to do an exercise Without one single blot. R. H. Grant, Room 4.

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18 THE NEWTONIAN “Yes, I will come, I am old and worn and can lose nothing- Do thou but lead; I follow.” Thus was Aldanis taken into the future—Stanhope’s present. He was shown aeroplanes, telephones, radio, television, he could see and speak to men hundreds of miles distant. He was shown a history book with reference to a certain magician, Aldanis, who had been burnt at the stake for telling the people stories of a visit into the future. He was shown a flashlight and he was so interested in it that he kept it to take back with him into the past. “With this as proof,” he thought, “I will convince my people that I have gone into the future. I will tell them of battles to come and shall be hailed as a prophet. They will not kill me, and I shall defeat Destiny. Now, take me back to my own time,” he eagerly asked. He was taken back to his time, and Stanhope departed for further ad¬ ventures. Immediately Aldanis travelled to to the King’s Court and revealed what had happened. He showed his flashlight and the King was afraid. “He is a wizard, burn him at the stake and break his rod that turns night into day,” he cried, for he saw that if Aldanis once convinced the people, his own princely power would go. So poor Aldanis was burnt at the stake; he had not defeated human destiny! But what of Professor Stanhope; he had gone back and told the people of, his adventures into the past. But they laughed and said it was only an illusion. Then he pushed a lever over to the left and vanished into the future. Of his further adventures, no one ever knew. Did they deserve to know? Finis. The First Sons of Canada (Anne Jurens) We are accustomed to think of the Indian as the personification of all that is vile. He is spoken of as mean, cruel, revengeful, as one who has nothing to recommend him, whose every characteristic is opposed to civiliza¬ tion and humanity. But after all there is something to be said on his side. The Indians were once sole lords of the whole land and then they were different from what they are now. It is true that they were fierce and war¬ like, cruel and revengeful; but they were simple and honest, staunch in their friendships and firm in their sense of honour. It is their contact with civilization that has warped their natural charac¬ teristics; and the white man is largely responsible for the condition of the noble red man. The free son of the plains has been taught the vices of the white man. much to his disadvantage. The following story will serve to illustrate the point of a red man’s sense of honor and friendship. A chief belonging to a tribe, friendly to the whites, had settled with his daughter near one of the frontier forts. The commander of the fort and his family gi ' ew to have a high regard for the dignified red man, and this feeling was fully reciprocated by the ducky warrior. But the peaceful tribe suddenly rose, and began a series of depredations and murders. The troops were called out to subdue them. The commander summoned the friendly chief and his daughter to him and was surprised to see the chief appear in full war-paint. Without waiting to be questioned, the Indian announced his departure. “My people are on the war-path. They are foolish, and will be slaugh¬ tered; but they are my people and they call me. I go to join them. I am sad at heart, for I must war against my white friends. The white man will conquer and I shall die, and so farewell!” This was the last they saw of him. He was true to his people and for their cause, died. His words proved prophetic for today the Indian is rapidly vanishing from the land of his forefathers.

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20 THE NEWTONIAN WAR ANI) PEACE The bloody earth is strewn with the dead, Down from the sky there rains a deadly dew, Ships battle in a sea of crimson hue, While round about them flies the fatal “lead”. When men and women to their gory bed Are hurled, ere their last days on earth are due; W T hen children die; unbroken homes are few, “This is the pomp of war,” we hear it said. The golden earth now blossoms in the sun, The air is filled with merry laughter gay. When man with man lives side by side; when cease « The bugle calls of sin and hate; when one Can grow, and keep in tune with God; we say “How beautiful the fellowship of peace.” Jack Shaver, Room 6—First Prize. A TOAST TO THE KING Hail, King! Loved Monarch of the British race, To thee we subjects x’aise our voices high And sing thy praises as in days gone by, In which thou rul’st the land with kingly grace. For twenty years and five, in war and peace, Thy people bowed their wills to thy command,— Held high those qualities for which they stand. May God those qualities in thee increase! Throughout the years to us thou didst display Justice and peace. We subjects pray anew That health, and empire’s wealth, devotion true And loyalty may bless thee night and day, That love for our great king may ever reign. Take up the cup! Drink to the King again! Pearl Reynolds. THAT’S THE TIME TO BE HAPPY When the bright sun shines on the world below And the flowers bloom, and the breezes blow, And the meadows with golden rods do glow, Oh, that’s the time to be happy. When the green leaves turn to red and brown, And to earth come fluttering and dancing down; And form a carpet over vale and town; Oh, that’s the time to be happy. When the earth with a blanket of snow is white, And you sit at home on a winter’s night, Beside the fireplace glowing bright, Oh, that’s the time to be happy. When the swallows are flitting across the sky, And the robins nest in the branches high, And winter is gone and summer is nigh, Oh, that’s the time to be happy. In every season the whole year through, In every minute and second, too, When your heart is light and your friends are true, Oh, that’s the time to be happy. Pearl Reynolds.