Lindsay Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Tatler Yearbook (Lindsay, Ontario Canada)

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38 THE L.C.L TATLER AUTUMN There's a haze on the horizon XVhere the tree tops meet the sky, That lmigg' purple line of tree tops XYhere the low elollds lie. Over the hill is a eorn iield NVith a rustling, ineessant, low. Ileytanl is a ggarden with pumpkins Ilipening along' the row. And all around the fem-es lit-tween stray apple-trees Nuds the tll'2lllg't' of g'nl4le11rml Ilnrdened with honey bees. Over it all hangs a stillness, The smoky, sun-drenehed air, Seems tilled with patient waiting For something to happen there. HERBERTA THURSTON TO VIRGIL The hours I spe11t with thee, dear hook Ot' aneient poetry, Shall he recounted sadly I11 the years to he. I've found a preeipiee high enongli. 0 'tis the parting' time- I had to choose hetween us, so Gmulhye, my book of rhyme! ALICE MCLAUGHLIN, IV. -1.91 THE LADY OF THE FALLS The moon is a golden sm'ereig'n hriglit llathing the wild. enehanting sight Ut' tnrhid water. and steep llPlzL1'lli. In a rieh flood of mellow light. TlltJl't'.S lllilglt' in this seene that ealls To the awed Seneean to Stay And watt-h the rainbows in the spray. That's east up lay that sportiv-2 fay, The Spirit of the Falls. TllPl'tt'S treaehery i11 this wizard gnoine, Iil'tktNlll1g' alone in niirliy cave. In his cold, damp, and wind- thatehed home. XVhieh the free. foaming waters lave. lltzw his deep flllllltll-'l'l11g' voiee en- thrallsl Many are they who hent an earg Many have gazed and slipped it here, Grasped hy a phantom hovering near. The Spirit of the Falls. A wily medieine man kneels At the edge of the eataraet. Vhiding' the phantom how he deals And lieggiiig' for a peaceful paet. List! as the answer the priest ealls. None harm I. if the fairest maid In white Canoe of hireh is laid, And sent yearly o'er the hi-ink, said The Spirit of the Falls. F1-mn year to year the ehoire is made. Iiaeh damsel tinding' in her doom No dread, hut honour duly paid To heauty, eharm and form. Dark Qltltllll Nor strangling fear her heart ap- palls, Ileadlv is she and asks no more, Ilnt meet death where the waters pour, None other than an offering for The Spirit of the Falls. VVALLACE MCALPINE XYh0 Is It? With mighty eye and imposing brow' She has held her own right up till nowg With confidence she travels through The deepest French you ever knewg And when Croft says to her Yes Sir' , She laughs as if it were a joke And enjoys herself like honest folk!

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THE L.C.L TATLER 37 A PLEA T0 SPRING To-day Spring daneed upon mn' lawn In her tiny guldeli sheen A11d beneath her inerry foutsteps IVinter's fnrtress fell to 1-nin. Then all the budding tlowers Around our garden seat, Ileard her delicious laughter And felt her little feet. 0 Spring: gay ehild uf l'USl'-lllISi dreanis, Pledged tu joy-nnk11uw11 tu surrow, A di-eain that liyes fm' lint a day. Stay-0 stay until IU-lIlUl'l'4lWZ ALICE MCLAUGHLIN THE BROOK Lovely, sparkling, shiny thing. Rushing like a lvird on wing, Flowing' fast fI'l'IIlI land to land. Made lay tiud's iI'illlSflil'lllIllQ' hand. Rippling' faster, deeper nuw, Snnliglit glowing o'e1- its ln-ow. IYhile some inystie tale it tells Down its shady haunts and dells. Little lvrmzok so swift and deep Never taking' time to sleep. XYith sneh sparkling' life and lure. Very happy, free and pure. ISOBEL MQEACHERN. T0 MY PEN 'Tis frequently said, and I lnnnlrly agree. That great is the seryiee you have rendered to ine, Wlmevei- renienilrers. in CIQISS-1'00lll or den, The kind of respeet that is dne to a pen? I hear Very plainly the reproach in your squeak. As over the foolseap, slow. langnid and weak, Yau wi-ate unt the lines, that so many einpluy, As penal reward fur a inisvhieyous lmy. JIM GROYES. WE, THE MIRAGE The desert wanderer, with feveretl ln-ain. And 1-razed. dilated eyes, Sees lmefnre him, like an enierald's gleam. A lake against the skies. lle rear-lies, strng'g'les. lights, Against the sun's eoiiteniptnmis glare. 'Fu feel the efml caress of water -XYater that is not there. And as eat-h man. who seeks the distant stars, Heaehes, striiggles, lights to win Finds at the snnnnit of l1is hopes A mirage pale and thin, And all the glory he tlionght his Is yet almye his eye. V lllnsiye emnet, a wasted dream, -A mad star flashing hy. ALICE MCLAUGHLIN

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1111 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 N J SU-g-:O GQOVER , TERA Bmcurnlg 111-1930 31 15 THE LITERARY SOCIETY INVIC the S111-1-1-ssful il1llil1gJfilIll2l111i1l 11f 11111 l,1'illl1i11il' Sl11'1l't.V 211141 the L1f91'2ll'j' S111-i11ty t111-1414 j'0ill'S ago, 11111 i11t111'11st 1111111if1-st lay tlw slu- 111e11ts i11 the Lit, 1111411111155 111111 1111 U11lP1'2l1'11Y1f1PS 111' 11111 1111111 11118 111-1-11 Very g1'11tifyi11,g'. This year p1'11V1111 1111 1ex1-1111111111 1111111 1111- 1111te1't11i111111-11t 111-11vi111J11 by tlw S111-iety S111-p11ss1111 1111yt11i11g ever 1111f111-11 2l1fPlllll1L'11. 211141 1-ef11f1't's 1-1-1-11it 11111111 11111 v111'y 1111111 0x1-1'11tiv11, w11i1-11 is 11s follows:- IIO11Ul'il1'j' l'1-11si111-111-1112 T. A. Ki1'k1'1111111J11. H1111111-111'y Vice-I'1'esi1111111-M1-. XV. A1i1l'AI111il1l. 1,l'9S111Cll1-T11lill'1PS II. S11tt1111. Vive-l'1'11si111111t-Hele-11 14111111111 He-1-111'11i11g Se-1-1-1411lgv-NV1111111'11w l!1'1111f111111. C01-1'es11111111i11g St'l'1'91il1'j'-31211'g.L'il1141 Sf1ll10l'. Tl'Q3S1ll'Pl'--lilIIIQS fV1l'UV1'S This year the 1'ust11111 of 1111vi11g 21 1V1'1111es11113' M111'11i11g,f ..XSS9lll1D1'V was illtl-11111111-911 into the s1-1111111 by the L11l'l'ill'j' S111-ietlv 111111 it 11118 111-1111 so well 1-1-1'eive11 Ivy the St11111111l b1111y that spe1'i111 1111111111111 is 116'11lg' ll1i1410 of it ill 1111 E11it111-i111 se-1-ti1111. Literary Meetings O111'e again the 1111111 was 111111111911 of 11iVi11i11g the s1-1111111 into gx-oilps ill 111-11e1' to 110111 il 1ite1'111'y 111ee1i11g every S111-111111 T1llll'Sl1i1j'. .XllP1'0lll'12l1t' 1Jl'Cg'l'Zlllll11QS were 111-siglie-11 that 011t1i11e11 the fG'l'l11 the 11111eti11gs w1111111 take, 111111 what f111'111s would be 1'espo11sib1e fm' st11g'i11g the t'llf6li1il111lll611l. THE L.C.I. TATLER 39