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

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THE GRUMBLER 31 For the Faffen Robert Hintz. T XII A No longer will we hear them tra- versing our King Street with fal- tering chugs and clanksg no longer will we see them staggering and lurching down our ill-paved thor- oughfare, for they will end their time in rust and rot: a memory of light-hearted days. Now when we are forced to stand when coming to our beloved insti- tution, we can travel in a vertical position, without losing our equili- brium and our pride as well. Has no one a kind word for our erstwhile friends? Has no one a concerned thought for those who gave their all? They did not ask much-a ticket or a nickel. They did not complain when they had to wend their weary way, battling the elements and tenderly carrying a load of humanity. Have they not sheltered us from nature's raging anger? Have they not carried us home from a late show? Have they not transported screaming human- ity from K.C.I.'s portals? It is we, the students, who owe our respectsg for students, strong than time's strong them more arms, quite vanquished them: Then their mighty motors, and burst amid a shower of jeers and anti- quity's dust, they fell. c Qlili U Q 1 Z! 9 Z f 2 2 We ' f- ' T' 1- ' 65 U f f' f , T 3 j 'H Lff ' 'Nile K f, 1. if CS? Y , C7170 more u11f0rfzu1a1fc Carina, azcazy, Ripped, and 11lfs111c'n111creal, ffm sfrcetcars fayf Hacle them up icmferfy, 511161511 ff1c111 lL'l.fl7 care For K.C.I. rvzenzorfcs arc h14r1'cdff1crcf

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