Kelvin High School - Kelvin Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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hKs FIRST PRIZE — Illustrating a Canadian Poem Winnie Robbins (R. 14) SNOW White are the far-off plains, and white The fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the height, And denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree, Falls down scarce audibly. The road before me smooths and fills Apace, and all about The fences dwindle, and the hills Are blotted slowly out; The naked trees loom spectrally Into the dim white sky. The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound; Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere. Archibald Lampman. 17

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.H Ks SECOND PRIZE WAR ' Come gaze with me upon a trembling realm: Her peace is dying; crushed by hate and greed Is love for fellow man. And lo; the seed Of war takes root beneath the hearts of men. The mighty monarch renders up his seat Before the tide of war and passion strong, While men of greed refuse to see the wrong In trampling peace and love beneath their feet. Why must we bow before deceit and shame Can man not cease to strive for wealth and power? The world has gifts—more than I can name, For those who work for peace instead of war. The pen and plough are weapons of the great Will man e’er come unto his own estate? Enid Clayton, R. 26. THIRD PRIZE THE LONE SKIER On mountain-peak he stands and gazes ’round, O’er slopes and cliffs, and chasms yawning wide, One keen last look, a push, he starts to glide; Swiftly he flashes over hill and mound, Against his ears he hears the shrill wind sound, With skill and luck he jumps and skims beside The rocky perils that the snow-drifts hide; One last long slope, his skis scrape on bare ground. Now in a field where grassy patches show, With shouldered skis he breathes the air of spring, Shy crocuses push up beneath the snow, Ahead he hears the quiet waters sing, As ’neath the tiny bridge they quickly flow Around rough rocks, where melting snow-piles cling. Ronald Bemister, R. 12. 16

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hKs HONORABLE MENTION THE GOBLIN HALL A dim and gloomy cavern hewn from rock, It stood in darkness through the sunny day; Nobody knew the glen in which it lay, And only goblins learned the secret knock: These goblins had a ruler, King Tick-Tock. Who in his lofty cavern made his stay, And sat upon a throne of pure white clay Which was adorned with jewels and bright rock. And such a comic fellow you may see, With shining eyes and jetty coal-black hair, A cone shaped hat placed high upon his head, Blue-checkered coat and stockings all of red; Although he’s King, no rich crown does he wear, But he has ruled for aeons, it may be. Margery Ackland, R. 22. A SKI TRAIL Down from a hill resplendent in the sun Two purple lines of shadow make their way; In graceful arcs they form a pattern gay; Until in some white hollow they are one; Then all too soon the trail winds and is done; The trees form arches touched with fading gray, Guiding the skier homeward for the day, For now has even-tide its dusk begun. Oh simple lines traced in the winter snow In your light etchings art for us you hold, Made by the hand of Him who guides our thought And by Whose power we must come and go; The skier thus a tale to us has told, That beauty by simplicity is wrought. Bob Smith, R. 12. “Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, Thy God’s, and Truth’s.” King Henry VIII— Shakespeare. 18