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

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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

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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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THE KENCOLL 1952 Page 21 ODE TO THE SOVEREIGNS The King is dead. God save the Queen! Those age old words ring out. Death came suddenly, unforeseen, And as silently glided out. God from this troubled world did take A man with high ideals He did his duty for a nation ' s sake His soul to God is sealed. God save our gracious Queen From an Empire ' s throat rings clear. A stately Queen takes o ' er the helm. To steer her nation clear. MIRIAM OKSANEN Third Prize Junior EXAMINATIONS What makes your face grow pale and thin, What makes you lose your double chin, What causes level heads to spin. Creates in tranquil minds a din? Examinations. What gives your brow those lines of care, What makes those gray threads in your hair What makes your conscience say Beware! Your knees to shake, your eyes to stare? Examinations. What makes you study all the night, And burn your father ' s precious light. Until next day you look a sight, To keep awake requires a fight? Examinations. Oh, woe is me! I long to see This pleasant land where there will be, A time when everyone is free From those dire things that worry me— Examinations. —BEN HARRISON—1 OB IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE We never praise the tuna. Who lays a million eggs. Or even the poor caterpillar, With his many hairy legs. But in the farmyard yonder, Strutting ' round her built-in pen, You can hear the loud, shrill cackling. Of the old grey her . Now the tuna never cackles To show what she has done. But henny” sings and cackles, Even If it ' s only ' one. We never praise the tuna. But praise the hen her prize, Which only proves the saying, It pays to advertise . By TED WILSON—10B. VALEDICTORY Continued from I ' ape 1H each of us could add many more to this list. It can be seen that when all of these small apparently insignificant memories are pieced together they form a complete pic¬ ture of our lives here, a picture whose beauty, in our eyes, has increased many fold in the short interval since last June. However, our gratitude goes far deeper than that for beautiful memories alone. We are beginning to value the principles which have been instilled in us. We are aware now of the fact that these are the only guides we have and that with them we must navigate many troubled waters. In this respect we have been very fortunate. Our leaders were the very best, the teachers at Kennedy are unexcelled. In our long association with them the only criticism which we might suggest is that they have sheltered us too much. For never again can we expect to find assistance such as they have offered. Supplementing the work of our teachers have been the lessons we have taught one another. Between these two sources we have gained a fine first-hand knowledge of the fundamentals underlying a democratic society. We have seen that democracy must go far beyond the toler¬ ant stage before it can be effective. Here we have worked and played together, accepted each other as in¬ dividuals, and become mutually enriched in the process. Within these walls we have taken that mysterious element called the government, broken it down, examined it, used it, and come to the conclusion that we are the gov¬ ernment. This capacity can only be kept by taking an active part, accepting benefits and responsibilities on an equal basis. These fundamental beliefs will be as applicable in the years to come as they have been in the last five. There¬ fore any success which we may have will only be partially ours. A large percentage of it will rightfully belong to our school and to our teachers. In a class of this size if is reasonable to assume that a few may be destined for some measure of fame. How¬ ever, the majority of us will continue to pursue the quiet unspectacular lives of average citizens. For contrary to many theories contentment is not based on fame or wealth, but upon the inner conviction of having led a constructive, worthwhile life. As a group of young men and women we have definite ideas as to the future. It is needless to say that having spent our formative years at Kennedy, we shall take with us a keen appreciation for this entire way of life. To be most effective an experience such as we have just com¬ pleted should take place in a world free of fears. We pledge ourselves to a realization of this dream, not only for those who will follow directly in our footsteps, but for yoeth everywhere. Then some day they too, will under¬ stand the heaviness that shrouds us now. Tonight is truly a parting of the ways. Nevertheless, whatever we may do or whatever fortunes may befall us we shall always recall with grateful hearts that grand old custodian of learning, Kennedy Collegiate. For impro¬ vising on the words of Lincoln we can truthfully say, All that we are or ever hope to be we owe to thee. —ARLINGTON DUNGY, University of Toronto.