Kennedy Collegiate Institute - Kencoll Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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THE KENCOLL 1951 Paga 23 PIONEER SPIRIT Heading ever westward Across the endless plain, Plods the hardy pioneer To build his home agoin. To clear o place and plough the land And sow the springtime seed, For in the foil he’ll harvest it To fill his family ' s need. For this he ' ll fight the Indian, And travel many miles; For this he’ll brave the elements. Be patient with his trials. He ' ll teorh his sons to love the land, To plough the furrow stroight. The farm will flourish ’neath his hand; His dog will guard his gate. He’ll gaze with pride on purple grapes And golden woving wheot, Then, Sunday, at the brown log Church He ' ll quietly find his seat, And pray to God with thankfulness For mercies He has shown To the settler and his family And the land they call their awn. He ' ll pray then for the neighbour With whose help he’ll reap the cam, For it’s well known that in this land True neighbaurliness was barn. 2nd Junior Prize Wenc y Ollis, 10A WINTER The great white flakes Are softly drifting down Covering o’er all the lakes And burying the town. The moan shining brightly On the scene belaw Casts her rays so lightly On the fields of snow. Houses all in darkness Trees their shadows cast Making beautiful no less The scene up ta the last. Gloria Lambden, 13B SPRING RAINS Rain falls, turning the Bare, brown branches ta Green, leafy arms y and The mucky hue of the grass to a Green velvet carpet dotted With fresh flower faces. STARBRIGHT (Continued from Page 19) among my racing fomily, no thanks to your store-keeper blood, one of these doys.” Mr. Hawksmith saw the futility of it all. He stumbled up the rest of the stairs picking up his old tweed jacket on the way, from where he had dropped it on his re¬ turn home in the morning. Once upstairs he was caught up in the rush of his wife’s wake and soon found him¬ self standing panting behind her waiting for the fen o’clock bus. The brakes squealed as the bus pulled in at ihe corner, the air valves hissed and the doors swung open, and there stood John E. with a timorous smile ond a brightly wrapped package in his hand. He stepped down into his mother’s overjoyed orms and wasn ' t re¬ leased from them until she set him down at home. She clutched greedily at the package saying “Well, what is it son? What did they give you? They said the prize would be cosh. ' He took up the package and slowly unwrapped its poper and cardboard coverings; then he held his pos¬ session high above his head and exclaimed, See!” The jowls of Mrs. Hawksmith’s jaw drooped o little lower os she stammered, That’s what you got for winning 0 ” Gee, no, it wasn’t exactly that Maw. You see, I was pulling my car along from the bus station to the Derby grounds when I passed a little toy store and saw that in the window. A man inside wha was looking at my car came out and asked what I was looking at. I told him, and he said that his son would like a car like mine and that he would trade me. I knew it was just like the one Pop told me about for the top of our Christ¬ mas tree this year and that he was saving for, so I said, okay. The man took me inside and showed how you set it an top of the tree, plug it in, and the stars wink on and off, sa I brought it home ta make up for the money you had ta spend on my helmet and paint far the car.” 2nd Prize, Stories Jerry O ' Flanagon, 13A IN 3 4 TIME The Glee Clubs this year spent many happy hours in song. Our Mixed Glee Club, at Christmas, sang The Christmas Song” and Dear Land of Home”. The Girls ' Club made a good showing of the lyrical All the Things You Are” and Night and Day”. In the near future we are looking forward ta entering the Secondary Schools’ Music Festival. Our deep appreciation is extended ta Miss McNeil far her wonderful work this year! The Double Mixed Quartette begun last year by Mr. Ward was continued this year. The group sang throughout the year in assemblies, ot Westminster United Church, and are going to sing in Taranto during the Easter holidays at a Teachers’ Convention. Thanks are due to Mr. Ward for his time and help. — Mabel Allan — 10A Barbara Bray, 1 2D

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THE KENCOLL 1951 Page 25 Roving Reporter MARG VICKEY ANN JOAN GORD LEON KIRK RON SPENCER PIZAR GIBSON STOREY MOIR PAROIAN WEBER HOOVER HAIR WE ARE AGAIN” In a survey made by yaur roving reporter, bath boys and girls have very decided views on how the opposite sex should do their hair. The fallowing are some of the more outspoken. Ann Gibson, o fourth former, was the first one to be approoched on the subject. Ann prefers the boogie- cut to oil hoir-cuts but she says, “I hate the long wolf-cut thot all the sa-called ‘sharpies’ wear.” She thinks that when the boys get their hair cut that it should not look os though they hove literally “had their ears lowered.” Also she soys, ‘‘A boy looks os though he’s stroining to grow taller when he has a cow lick that stands straight up. A boy ought to be oble to do something without it looking greasy.” Even first formers hove ideas on the subject of hair¬ cuts. I am speaking of Leon Poroian of 9C. Leon soid thot he thought the hair styles of Kennedy girls were varied greatly. One he didn’t like especially was the one with the long hair in the back and the small catty-looking bangs in the front.” Leon likes bobbed hair thot most of the girls wear, but he says that some ruin their appearance by trying to be too fancy. On the whole though, Kennedy girls haven’t disappointed Leon a bit. Margaret Spencer, a swimmer and forum member isn’t hard ta please at all. She likes “a good plain hair-cut with a medium cut in the back.” Marg defin¬ itely dislikes the wolf cut and says “no sir” to boogie- cuts. Also she thinks that brush-cuts with curly hair are very smart. Gordon Moir, one of aur star basket-ball players, had quite a lat to say about girls’ hair-dos, but it mostly pertained to the colour. Gord says “When I see black, aronge, brawn, and blonde hair drooping over the head, I begin to wander what girls are think¬ ing about if they care haw they look. Then there is the more skillful ‘chick’ who bleaches her hair grad¬ ually. When it is finished it looks beautiful—except for one thing—the roots are black. A girl like this supplies much laughter for boys’ conversations. You can’t win either way girls; so loy off that bottle.” Vickie Pizar, another basketball star, plus track, made a very profound statement and this is it. In my opinion, a trim, well-kept brush-cut is the most proc- tical and suitable hair-cut for teenage boys. It always looks neat and it gives a fellow a clean-cut appear¬ ance. On the other hand a hair-cut which sports long, stroggly, side-burns which curl neatly over the unfor¬ tunate collor, gives the wearer a most unbecoming ap¬ pearance. Generally speaking, simplicity ought to be the key-ward to a fellow’s hair-cut!” When I opproached Kirk Weber, one of Kennedy’s all-round othletes, on the subject of girls hair-cuts, he looked rather pained and grumbled “I don’t know anything about that sort of thing.” But Kirk actually did hove some very definite ideas ond her they are: I like a girl’s hair short. It makes o girl look neat and trim. Shoulder length hair is alright, if it doesn’t get too shaggy. If it gets ony longer, the girl will have trouble keeping it out of her soup!” Joan Storey is a very busy girl in fifth form. Her octivities are too numerous to mention. Joon says Why must boys get these wolf and boogie-cuts? It gives me the impression that they are trying to become bald before their time. Thot will come soon enough, no use starting now. I know hair-cuts are expensive, but why must some boys insist on wearing long ringlets down their necks. Just because long hair is the style for girls, it is definitely not for boys. However, most of the boys in our school seem to have good sense about how their hair should look. Let’s hope they keep it up!” Our last authority on the question was Ron Hoover who made a very simple, important remark. Having toured the halls of K. C. I., I. have concluded that some of the fair, young things brightening our dim passage-ways have sadly neglected their greatest virtue. This can be easily remedied with a ten-cent comb.” I think Ron’s statement sums up the report. The comb is THE THING! MARY BELL THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER Outside my daor the waves are splashing Outside my window, the lightning’s flashing Above my roof the thunder’s crashing But I am safe inside. I would not leave this house of mine For costliest gem or rarest wine Or largest ships with sails so fine Oh! I am safe inside. Maureen Larmour, 10C