Kingston Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Times Yearbook (Kingston, Ontario Canada)

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-Doris Killingbeck, IX. 6 KINGJTON COLLEIGIATE VOCATIONAL lN.f'rlTuTe 3 Heritage Perhaps you've noticed them upon the hill, Or chanced upon them where the wood is deep Forgotten graves with rude stones standing still, In grassy spots where shade and silence keep. And if with curious hands you've bent away The tangled growth of unremembered years, Upon the mouldering stones of white and gfalf You've found the names of early pioneers. Familiar names, not lost from age to age, But borne by eager sons who follow on, Passing from hand to hand the heritage Of toil and conquest, as from dusk to dawn. Forgotten the-n, these slumbering mounds of dust, That lie where summer shadows creep and run? But no! Mere stones may crumble, seam with rust, Yet the brave spirit lives from son to son l Remember Remember the clover fields heavy with dew, And the garden, with all kinds of green, And the white road which wound oier hill and o'er dale, To the little grey hoire of your dreams? Remember the dandelion thick on the law-n And the tedious job you had there? How early your rising to help with the load VVhen the weather turned out bright and fair? Remember the fields of ripe grain in the sun, VVhere the black-birds were singing all day, And the jenny VVrens, scolding each other so, Put you knew that 'twas only in play. Many years have passed since you saw your home But the memory still lingers on, Of the little grey house, and the long white road And the friends who have come and gone. -Clive McElroy, SD. The Loon's Call Lone dweller of each quiet northern lake, Where man's hand has not come, invading The stillness of the wilderness, persuading Such timid feathered creatures as there make A home in solitude to quickly take Their flight at the approach of man, and break Away to seek new habitats, as pioneers, pervading Each newer reach of habitable land Move onward, whence comes thine eery voice? Didst hear a woman laughing in wild mirth And copy her, or try to mock some man Pouring forth his soul in grief? Nay, thy choice Was to relate thy story to all earthy Thus thou didst form the calling of thy clan. -Barbara Craig, 4B. 1-63-T

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ftfKlNGJTON coo.u.eGlA'rs g VOCATIONALr INSTITUTE The River In Winter In summer the river was free and fast As it rolled on its way to the sea, It lapped and washed and swished and ran And hurried past meadow and tree. Then came the winter with snow and frost And oh, what didn't they do! They covered the meadow and nipped the tree And froze the river through, The river's frozen, the ice is hard, The landscape is all white, And skating on the river's ice Are kiddies in colours bright. And 'now the magic spell of winter Prevents the rippling sound And silently the river sleeps Huddled under a winter's mound. MD. Mooney Buster Keaton and Joe E. Brown Buster Keaton and .Toe B. Brown VVent out one night to go to town, ,Toe grinning from ear to ear, Buster, of course, with visaffe drear, 25 J Brown ha-ha'd all Luster's woes, And all .loe's jokes Buster froze, Never a grin did Buster muster No sad tale did -loe's grin Huster As hours dragged on, yould expect traces Of change in their respective faces. Heck no, each other's face is the reason why Joe wants to grin, and Buster to cry. -ellen Wfhitcomb, IF. i g..,x 1 '- x vc-' -,C , 9 Tr l Q li ,ttf L , fa. X , gg 'll i Q t l i l t 7?W4W2'lf4fs -64-