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

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cttUSAbr. THE KENCOLL 1952 Pag. 19 do Afavrf If you are between 17 and 25, the Royal Canadian Navy offers YOU a life of adventure—foreign travel — opportunities for advancement — good rates of pay — 30 days annual leave with pay — a pension to be earned! For details, write or see in person the Recruiting Officer at H.M.C.S. HUNTER ' OUELLETTE AVE. Royal Canadian Navy CNVIn

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P-ge 18 THE KENCOLL 1952 VICTIMS OF CIRCUMSTANCES Basketball, like other sports, is played throughout the world by people of many different creeds, colours, and races. This sport knows no such thing as racial intoler¬ ance. It, in itself, is a good, clean, character-building game; however, the men who participate in it are not always as clean. Sometimes, as has been proven re¬ cently, the players are extremely dishonest. In 1891, James Naismith, who was an instructor at the Young Men ' s Christian Association College in Springfield, Massachusetts, was looking for a game which could be played indoors and which was not as rough as rugby, or football as it is commonly called. He did this research to allow boys who were not capable of playing that game to compete in another sport. Finally, after much work, Naismith invented a game called box-ball.” He asked the school janitor for some square boxes. The janitor had none but said that t here were some bushel baskets in the basement. These were set up at opposite ends of the gymnasium. Aft »r explor¬ ing the details of the sport to ten boys, he began the first game of basketball. It was illegal for the players to fight or to perform any kind of body contact. This man underestimated the genius of a boy. He did not realize that a lad could get around these rules as done today. Now you see how perfectly simple and fc ' r basketball was meant to be. Judging the game by certain competi¬ tors now, some people think that it is a rugged sport in which the main object is to cheat. This is not the only sport in which there is foul play. A great deal of blame is placed on the students be¬ cause of the cheating, but is it really their fault? If they are promised by alumni to be given certain privileges if they attend a certain school, why shouldn ' t the ath¬ letes accept money from gamblers who ask, not always to lose a game, but to win by a margin of only a few points, they go to school because of bribery, but this is legal for alumni are honest men who just make side bets, but aren ' t really professional gamblers; never¬ theless, if bribes are accepted from outsiders , it is a terrible crime, and they are punished for it. Is this justice in true democratic fashion? It is asserted that some are definitely crooked, but most participanis are just victims of circumstances. As yet, this system has not invaded Canada, but if sports are allowed to become more important than educa¬ tion, as in Ihe country to the south, they can and will cor¬ rupt the schools of our fair land. We must not let this happen! BILL TEPPERMAN— 2nd Prize KENNEDY WHY KENNEDY LOST THE FOOTBALL CHAMPIONSHIP Play-off time had returned again. The last two years Kennedy Clippers had emerged from the W.S.S.A. and W.O.S.S.A. football competition with the title bunting. This year the team seemed to rest on their laurels through the season and had just managed to obtain a playoff berth by means of a three-two record. The semi-final Kennedy-Assumption contest was pre¬ dicted to be a thrilling tustle—as it was. The golden Clippers went through a spirited week of drill and had high team spirit at game-time. Fielding many compara¬ tively inexperienced linemen Kennedy fell behind 12-6 to a hard-charging Assumption line. The second half found the Clipper’s spirit very much lessened and only a miracle allowed them to tie the score ct 12-12 at the end of regulation time. Once again Kennedy found spirit and finally edged a very tired Assumption team 13-12. The same story as in the previous two years, sow Ken¬ nedy and Patterson battle it out for the prep championship. For some unseen reason the Clippers had lost all will to win and by the time they took the field there seemed to be absolutely no spirit. On an almost unplayable field Pat¬ terson emerged victorious by the score of 13-1 and Ken¬ nedy had lost her domination of collegiate football. Whether lack of team spirit, team leadership, or just plain know how lost the championship is not for me to say. It is certain that it was not due to school spirit or to team coaching—we had the best. MARVIN LARSEN 13A—Third Prize VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Farewell i a word which can convey many emotions. Tonight we are conscious of them all. There is the joy and elation over the successful completion of our task. There is an inner pride which comes from the satisfaction of a job well done. There is also a tinge of regret in the knowledge that this may be the last time we shall ever assemble together. As we reflect on these thoughts, our minds pause for an instant. We have had many wonderful experiences here. The memories of these moments will linger with us long after much of our academic training has been for¬ gotten. Nevertheless we can see that they have both been of vital importance. We are aware now, even more than before of the value of this education. It is the foundation upon which we must build our entire lives. The time has come when we must complete the construc¬ tion. Little difficulty should be encountered for Kennedy has given us a fine start. Before our final departure it U fitting that we take an inventory. Just what has this school meant to us? To some she may appear little more than cold stone and brick, nothing but an inanimate building. To each one of us here tonight her meaning goes far beyond these limits. To us she has been both comforter and task¬ master. Around her are clustered the pleasant memories of the greatest period in our lives. Although our paths have already led us in many direc¬ tions, common memories of the blue and gold fuse us back together again. We can all recall, as though it were tonight, the many crisp autumn evenings we have watched a Clipper football squad in action. Win, lose or draw, they were our boys and we were proud of them. In addi¬ tion to the many a ' hletic,events, there was the thrill of other enterprises: social activities, cadet inspections, and that fabulous Kennedy Karnival. Then, too, there are the memories of the many lasting friends that have had their origins here. Besides these obvious recollections there are a host of little incidents which will have only individual meanings— the way your date looked the night of that first prom; the lengthy bull sessions with your classmates; perhaps the day you baffled the teacher and yourself with that bril¬ liant answer; maybe the joy of a class party, or the en¬ chantment of a Stardust Night. These are only a few, (Umtiniiril on I’nfii- 21

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fog 20 THE KENCOLL 1952 OFF THE BEATEN TRACK Come, here is a pleasant country lane Winding lazily beneath the trees. And pausing on its silent way to nowhere To wait for us to follow if we please. THE MOUNTAIN GOAT He spans the crag on narrow hoof, Close to the sun and distant blue; His wild blood thrills as he stands aloof, Gazing at a patchwork of far off hue. A little sparrow cocks his saucy head While watching us from out one beady eye. He adds his invitation to the road ' s And we turn down the path we should pass by. A meadow dotted bright with dandelions And massed with daisies, dips to meet a brook Which flowing aimlessly upon its way, Enlivens with its laughter each green nook. And from the clover in the nearby fields The constant hum of insects fills the air. A shy grey squirrel dashes to a tree And safely in its branches, turns to stare. With peaceful mind we saunter on and on, Enjoying nature ' s wonders as we roam. And then our wayward path rejoins the world, Leading us back ' till we are close to home. Our busy world is filled with rush and roar And busy people bowed by care and stress. It takes a country lane to beckon us And show us how to find true peacefulness. First Prize Senior —WENDY OLLIS JASMINE In heat of summer days With sunshine all ablaze, Here, here are cool green bowers, Starry with Jasmine flowers, Sweet-scented, like a dream Of fairyland they seem. The wrinkled sea of forests green. Never will interest the king of the heights; Here in the land where he is supreme, There’s ne’er a marauder to question his rights. Third Prize Senior. —RON FERRIS A K.C.I. STUDENT ON MONDAY It’s Monday morning, just nine twenty-two, Oh how I wish there were something to do To keep me from yawning and nodding my head. Those lucky people who stay in bed Till noon don ' t know what it ' s all about— I guess I’ll just sit here and pout. From my little desk in the second row I can see Jackson Park all covered with snow. Did you ever see such a pretty tree— What did she say?—Oh—templum, templi That’s second declension,—or maybe it ' s three; Oh well, it won’t make any difference to me— The Easter exams won’t come until spring That’s when I’ll do my studying. Just five minutes more and the bell will ring; Then everyone will start bustling Upstairs and downstairs, to and fro, Taking the longest route to go To the next classroom, where they may Yawn for another eighth of the day. PAT STAGG—10A —First Prize Junior K.C.I. While on a bus the other day, I chanced to hear some people say, What is that stately building there With spacious lawns and landscape fair?” And when the long hot day At length has worn away, ...... , . ... ■ . . And twilight deepens, ' till 1 sa,d w,th l°V and r, 9 hrful P r,de - The darkness comes—then, still, P a, ’ s K C - L whe e ' eside . ... The glimmering Jasmine white To learn the worthwhile th.ngs in life. Gives fragrance to the night. To work and P ' 0 o ' ercom.ng strife. Second Prize Senior SHIRLEY ANN BELL—10C —ANN PARTINGTON Second Prize Junior