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

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Newtonian 83 You ought to thank God, you can hear and see.” “But Margaret, “I cried in my childish way “That isn’t a prayer, it’s just a ‘say.’ ” She, patting my head, (I was only ten) Said, “You’re right. We’d forgotten to say ‘Amen.’ ” Corinne Langston (18). GUEST I shall lay my table with sweet warm hay, And a cloth of white. There, light a candle at our Mary’s white dove feet; There, lay my Sword Upon the silent heart of God, my Lord. He shall be guest, and He shall eat with me. There shall be fish, set in a bowl, pearl-white, And yellow pears in a dish of yellow light; And purple-clustered grapes, SCHOOL ACTIVITIES (Continued from Page 78) members of the Junior Red Cross Council. The Dramatic Clubs This year Mr. Robson supervised the Junior Dramatic Club and Miss Mac- intyre the Senior Club. During the course of the year two Comedies were presented for the school’s entertain¬ ment in the Auditorium Periods. The Junior play was directed by Libby Kolt and the Senior play by Olga Ya- remko, who was assisted by Margaret Black Del Placentine was in charge of stag properties. Rehearsals were held at the early hour of 8 a.m., which, perhaps, accounted for the falling asleep of some students during the course of a day’s school work. During rehearsal many moans, terrible wailing, hysteri¬ cal laughter, and groans could be heard issuing from Room 10. These clubs, however, were very successful in their productions. Isaac Newton Tag-Y Leader . Margaret Bannatyne President . Vicki Rolski Vice-President . Helen Prochera Secretary . Olga Sytchuk in black beads strung, From vineyards of the Night; lush, heavy-hung, Beside the loaf of bread, the glass of wine. My thoughts like birds, hushed low into the air, Brush the horizon’s line, Flutter against the shutters of my mind, Beating their wings in prayer, Until I find My eager fingers thrust the windows wide, And peace eternal enters there inside. I shall light a candle at Mary’s white dove breast, There to find rest; There, lay my Sword Upon the silent heart of God, my Lord. And He shall bide with me And be my guest. —Myra Lazeczko Haas. Treasurer . Jessie Douglas Programme Chairman . Valerie Prochera Sports Chairman. Ina Andruskow Publicity . June Shaley Council Representatives . Joan Sagar - Vicki Rolski Every Tuesday, at 7.30 p.m., a group of enthusiastic ’teen-agers meet at New¬ ton to play games, take part in educa¬ tional discussions, and to do handicraft. They are members of the Isaac New¬ ton Tag-Y, a Y.W.C.A. group. The club members first of all take part in whatever sport they find ap¬ pealing to them. When their energy is spent they all troop upstairs to hold a business meeting. Reports on Y ac¬ tivities are given and then ’Teen-age Council suggestions are discussed. After the meeting is adjourned handi¬ craft is brought out, or the girls discuss topics that interest them. All socials are planned and carried out by the girls themselves. The girls look forward with enthu¬ siasm to these weekly meetings, and derive much good from their associa¬ tion with other girls of their own age who partake in the same interests as themselves.

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82 Isaac Newton High School HUMANIST Look for a moment with Death’s perspective scope, Her rounded circumferences, her convex senses, Seeing him not through the coarse world’s virtual lenses, But, probing past the clouded imagry, The widening breach of earth, Behold him for what he was, unbound by creed, Color or birth. For well he bore and justified in Man, Man’s failure to act as God’s exemplary, Stretching the measure of compassionate love Beyond capacity. And well as he knew the taste of ridicule, Bitter as aloe stinging the curled tongue’s hollow, Yet should Death loose his hand, and set him free, Back would he follow. Worn from the nagging maggot’s malicious jibes, Jealous bone and rival soul disputing, Quietly now he closes earth’s lid down, Deaf to the guns’ saluting; Dead to the tinny whimperings, the jangled sobs, The pompous oratory at length bewailing Full detailed census of his servitude, Full census of his failing; So, even now, his judgment unreserved, Concedes their praises, their righteous blasphemy, That floods across his body in a sea Of angry voices; breaks, beats down the door Of his closing mind; the walls of his body’s house. Even now, in accord With the spiced sheet that seals, that laps him round, Earth’s shaken with the piteous human sound That swells, that rises from the shattered ground, In words of grief outpoured: “Forgive them for they know not what they say. Forgive them, Lord.” —Myra Lazeczko Haas. THE PLANT Each flow’r, each leaf has been designed By God, the Master workman. He drew the plans, arranged each stalk, Tinting every petal purple, He called the sun, and cast its rays Upon the growing, greenish stems. And when each flower was in bloom, We took the plant and placed it In our home, that we might gaze When winter storms raged near, Upon this masterpiece of God. Corinne Langston (18). A SMALL PRAYER “Oh, what shall I do?” I asked one day, And Margaret smiling, as t’was her way When seeing me idle, or deep in despair, Said, “Why don’t you sit down and and write God a prayer?” “Tell Him,” she said, “about the earth, Tell Him of laughter and joy and mirth, Tell Him of rivers, mighty and wide, Splashing and crashing on either side. Tell Him of lazy, limpid, lakes, With nought but the motion a fairy makes. And God will be happy to hear you tell About all the flowers that grow in the dell. Oh, picture the sky, so vast, so blue, The sun’s first rays and the morning dew, Tell Him of kittens and spaniel pups And dandelions yellow, and buttercups. Show God the fields full of yellow corn, And the man with his scythe in the early morn. And mention the horses who patiently wait For a brisk rubdown and the pasture gate. Tell Him of spring with the bird’s return, And the graceful arch of the lacy fern. Tell Him the sound of a drowsy rain As it trickles a path down the window pane And when you have finished, it seems to me,

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84 Isaac Newton High School SUNSHINE SKETCHES DF A HAPPY SCHUUL DICK SCHOUTEN As president of Newton, this blonde, blue-eyed lad has made this one of the Council’s most success¬ ful years. His foresight and determination have proved invaluable in the attainment of the objectives. He also holds position of assistant editor of the year¬ book, and is 50% of the lovelorn editor of Nor-Wester. Earlier in the year, he displayed his athletic talents on the basketball floor. His high scholastic standing, and his participation in all school activities, plus his natural friendly personality won him the coveted Governor-General’s Medal, emblematic of all- around accomplishment. Congratulations, Dick! No one deserves it more. BASIL FURGALA This dark, handsome lad was one of the brightest stars in our memorable operetta. His remarkable tenor voice won him praise from all, as he sang the role of Marco Palmieri. His rendition of “Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes” won him ovation after ova¬ tion. However, he maintains he is not interested in a musical career, but prefers civil engineering, which he intends to study at the U. of M. Incidentally, his talents are not confied to the field of music but ex¬ tend to the field of sport, for he starred on Newton’s rugby team and on the Excelsior Hockey team. LEONARD GZEBB This blonde lad will forever be remembered in the annals of Newton history, for it is he who first con¬ ceived the idea of presenting an Athletic Trophy to Newton’s best all-round athlete, and it is his relent¬ less energy and determination that carried the scheme to completion. He is now chairman of the Athletic Committee, a member of the “N” Awards Committee, and room sports, he starred on the junior boys’ bas¬ ketball team, coaches a baseball team at Faraday school, and plays for the Elmwood Giants during the summer. The choice of vocation wavers between be¬ coming a pro. baseball player and a sports-writer. DORA SHERO Short, cute Dora Shero of Room 16, a young lass with personality plus, is the energetic secretary of the Students’ Council. She lends her varied literary (and other?) talents to the notorious “Snooper” col¬ umn and “Class-ee Talk” of the Nor’Wester. Not to be outdone in the field of athletics, Dora starred on the senior girls’ championship volleyball and basket¬ ball teams. Outside of school, her athletic interests extend to the C.U.A.C. Senior Girls’ Softball team and the ’Pegs basketball squad. Her present participation in sports is prophetic of her future, for Dora hopes to make a name for herself in the professional girls’ softball league.