Kitchener Waterloo Collegiate and Vocational School - Grumbler Yearbook (Kitchener, Ontario Canada)

Page 106 text:

Sinlple ? ? ? The nouns are elementary: the adjectives no trouble at all 3 adverbs very simple and verbs are a breeze. That definition of English is uppermost in the mind of a student while he or she slaves over the pas- sive periphrastic, deponent verbs and the impersonal passive. Few stop to think of the incongruities of our own language as viewed by others. In spelling alone, the outsider can be embarrassingly mistaken, since words with the same sound can have very, very different mean- ings. It is upon this subject that we shall dwell and to prove our point, we have prepared this brief but extremely elevating composition, which shall henceforth be known w as . . . HOUR TAIL A few daze ago wee scent hour Ant Minnie a letter, asking her if she still wanted to cell her read bury-pale. My sister had herd from a young buoy that hour maleman wanted won. If eye dew say sew, it was a beauty-maid of would with a steal boarder. Wee new that her sole wood .bee rent at the thought of parting with it. because it had bean in the family four years-but she kneaded the SYBII. CARD AND CAHoL ZIEQLEH. A XI D money however. After hereing about the possible sail, Ant Minnie wrote and told us to come and stay four the weak-end, since two travel both weighs inn a day wood take a lot of thyme. Wee left early the following mourning at ate, with hour lunch of bred and ail, and hour teem of horses. Having been gone not quite an our, wee herd slay bells wring- ing and saw a bore, who had in toe a loan hair, which he dropped inn a whole near the lain. After passing the old creak, wee new that wee were nearing Ant lVlinnie's. Upon passing threw the gait wee were shocked by the baron waist in front of us, since she aloud her foul and cows to grays on her unmoan lawn. Their she was to meat us, a serial boll in won hand, a bail of close and goodness nose what in the other. The last raise of the son were dimming and the hour was becoming chill as we ascended the creaking stares. Alass! She was well too dew now and did not knead to cell her bury- pale, because her husband had gone too a stag party and had come home with a little doe. Awl was well I Q-- Hgiisza wie ffia fjhizzqi ibn? Mun NEI. A XII li I love lhe fiery sun up high: stars above: The fIl'I-lIh'TI'I1g' The glillering SIIUIF. hi' lanfern light: The Sufi mist These are lhe falling he-fore lhe night: things I lore. I love lhe .vnell of the neu'-lnon'n hay: The earpel of flarh hrnu'n earth: The rippling wafer of a babbling hrooh: linlzile creeping in lhrougli erer-Y lIOUh'.' These are lhe things I lore. I lore lhe TIlSt'I'0llS jrzzils of frees: The genlle breeze of a SIIIIIIIIFI'-S A xl lillle laugh. a Il'l.l1h' of zlze eye. To tell me you are allways nigh: These are lhe things I lore. dar: llhx' dreams of far off fairy laniis: The jo-is I hlmle. lhe things I rio. .lly plans. :ny frienfls. my lore for yon. .-11111 these are hut a Very fezr. Of all the things I lore. lf? THE GRUMEBLER

Page 105 text:

gang lit Awyl72flA7OlZy GRACE HALL. A XIII B The winds one evening all agree To play a special symphonyg The stage is setg each instrument is tuned with anxious care The muffled bass of thunder throbs. And through the pines the tvest wind sobs. As gusts of rain discordant heat upon the lisfning air. And then the overture is heard: The silver fluting of a bird. The careless whisparing of the wind amid the rippling grass The drum of rain drops louder grows. While golden-fingered lightning shows The lashing sheets of angry drops that sparlfle as they pass Then ,neath the leaden dome of slfies The thundefs great crescendo dies. But though upon the limpid air the sound no longer sings. The music takes on form and hue: Sajron and rose. translucent blue- And steaming sun triumphant bows his exit to the wings. So in the rain-fresh western shy The ling'ring echoes fade and die. And changing colours mingle in a paling violet bar. Then softly. as the concert ends. The curtain of the night descends To be securely fastened by the silver evening star. Cgu funzrz ood Lois BLACK, A XIII B The trees stretch their barren limbs To touch the sombre sky. The still air throbs with the raucous call Of wild geese passing by. The happy children frisl: and play Among the fallen leavesg The north wind sighing through the pines A spell of magic weaves. The gay squirrels scamper to and fro To gather winter foodg The sluggish movement of the broolf Adds to the Autumn mood. THE GRUMBLER

Page 107 text:

Contributed by Neville Bishop, A X LUCUZ OIZ GRACE HALL. A XIII B Sunlight smiles upon the river. antl the perfume-laclen air Spills its fragrance o'er the zrater lilfe the blessing of a prayer: But. unmintlful of the beauty as she softly glitles along Chanting lzer last lovely lyrics. slozcly goes the flying Slltlll. Sings sl1e of the silvery moonlight on the silence of a lalre. Anil tl1e flancing reetls at tzcilight zchich the playful :ephyrs shalfe. Antl the ecstasy of flying: as hier anguishetl heart is stirretl To the heavens soars that music uhiclz by mortals ne'er is hearzl. For the melofly that rises. sobbing. lilting. soaring high. ls the mystic air thatls chanted by the stars in ,Iliclrziglzfs shy. Then it quivers into silence. as in solitary state Down the sunset gleam she passes. prouflly. on to meet her fate. THE GRUMBLER 19