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

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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.

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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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THE NEWTONIAN 21 ISAAC NEWTON One day as Isaac Newton sat beneath an apple tree He gazed and gazed intently at the book upon his knee. In those days books were scarce, and so it really was a treat.— An apple fell from off the tree, and landed at his feet. “I wonder why they don’t fall up instead of falling down?” The more he thought the matter out, the greater was his frown. Years passed away. To Isaac yet had no conclusion come. One day his pipe fell from his mouth and burnt his wrinkled thumb. He jumped up from his his easy chair and shouted loud with glee. T’was then that Newton wrote for us the “Law of Gravity.” Anonymous. HOYS’ JUNIOR BASKETBALL The Juniors started out the year badly with two losses, but came back with a rush, winning five out of the six remaining games to gain second place. The team was unable to hold the cup won by last year’s brilliant team, and it was taken by the Daniel MacIntyre squad. David Baker starred on the defence, and Albin Jurczak on the forward line. The games were lost against Daniel MacIntyre (two) and Gordon Bell (two), and the wins were gained at the expense of Gordon Bell, Kelvin (two) games, and St. John’s (two games). Points scored for: 219; points scored against: 223. The team:—Albin Jurczak (captain), centre; Arthur Zeavin, centre; Dony Osachuk, centre; Leslie Carlson, right wing; Peter Bobby, right wing; Jimmy Chagnon, left wing; Stanley Palles, left wing; David Baker, right guard; George Senyk, right guard; Willie Mitchnik, left guard; Stanley Shurgot, left guard. JUNIOR BASKETBALL Back Row—Arthur Zeavin, Peter Bobby, Stanley Shurgot, Stanley Palles, Leslie Carlson, William Mitchnik. Front Row Martin Terry (Coach), George Senyk, Albin Jurczak (Captain), David Baker, Jimmy Chagnon, C. Abercrombie (Manager).