London Normal School - Spectrum Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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My Dream School The Violets I close my eyes and see it there Beside a poplar tree. My litte country dream school where Next year J hope to be. I ope ' the little wicket gate Just as a robin trills. Beside the gravel walk, though late, Still bloom the daffodils. I enter by the school house door, I cross the empty room, And on the sill I see one more Geranium in bloom. 1 hear a shout of merriment, Lo! up the slope they run, My little day-time regiment, Pails flashing in the sun. The hours of the busy day Glide by on winged feet. At four the children sing and say Good-night with voices sweet. Then down the winding road they run. J stand and watch them ' til The last pail, rosy in the sun. Is hid behind the hill. Centre of your own wee circle, ' Rayed in robes of green and purple. Dwelling in the shaded bower — Humble, little violet-flower Your sister, in her purest white, Pale beneath the limpid light; Sighing, as the sunbeams play, But never, never glance her way. Close beside you stands another, Lo! It is your golden brother. Sunbeams, seeking a playfellow. Smiled on him and made him yellow. O Violets, in whatever hue The Seasons bring the flowers new, Of all the beauties I have met, You are still my favorite. Mildred Frame, Form I. Ruth Dingwall. A Season Snowdrops, and Crocuses, and velvet paws of catkin buds — Shouting round the garden go the yellow daffodils. Rainbow beds of hyacinth. Chiming bells of hyacinth, Royal purple violets and musky blue squills. and buttercups. And orchis-tented iris spears Rosy, scented snow adrift beneath the almond tree; Pheals of honey sweet perfume In every tossing lilac plume In every feathered clover-head and wind anemone. Balsams and lupinspires And spicy breath of lavender, Gilly flowers and lilly flowers, and Bethlehem star: A single gold nasturtium cup, Lapping all the sunlight up. And white for youth, and red for love and there the and Goldenrod And many colored marigolds. Burnished fire of oak copse and pale mistletoe; Michael daisies misty blooms And shaggy red chrysanthemums And one scarlet holly-berry on the new snow.

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NORMAL SCHOOL VIVIENNE WINNETT With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would wal to journey ' s end. Attended Continuation School in Oil Springs. She excelled as a pianist in the home town. IRENE WRIGHT Her eves just dance with every glance. Born near Rodney. She received early education at Oak Grove. Then attended Rodney C. S. Form Rep. of Normal Athletic Society. MADELINE YOUNG A girl who would never cause a tear, Both jolly she and truly sincere. Won honor certificates at Croton P. S. and obtained LONDON ONTARIO Tha 1 11c FLOYD C. DAVIES Tall, jolly and full of vim, Cheery voice and smile, chat ' s him. ' ' ' Comes from Aylmer, the Can ' ning Town. Member of the Normal Basketball team, also an able form Representa- tive. Goal- — B.A. IRWIN FULKERSON A stout little farmer, he hails from the well-known village of Fingal. Noted for his ability, also procras- tination. Won many friends through his smile at all times. ROY E. HARVEY From Sparta the Friendly Village, of the Quakers. U. E. Loyalist des- Graduate Sparta C. S. Ambition: High School teachers His words of cheer win many friends for him. EDWARD D. JUDD Eddie lives on the ancestral farm of his great-grandfather. Secondary School: L. C.C.I. Activities: Horrevork, debating. Ambition: Inspectorship. Hobbies: Mathemat cs. grammar . Weakness: Raising chickens. Gordon s. Mcdonald Comes from Courtright, on the beautiful St. Clair. Graduate of Brigden C. S. and Petrolia H. S. Hobby: Mechanics. Ready m heart and ready in hand. CLARENCE J. McEWEN His past: Success Petrolia H. S. Hs present: Labor, London Nor- mal School. His future: Hope — Mathematics GEORGE B. YOUNG Always bright and cheery, That ' s George. A hard worker and sincere m all under- takings, That ' s George. Bright and jolly, well liljed by all, That ' s George. Page Tuenty-M

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NORMAL SCHOOL LONDON ONTAPlOl EDITORIAL Friendship Old boo s, old wine, old Rankin blue, All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace, that time mak.es strong — All these 1 prize but (entre nous) Old jnends are best! Austin Dobson. WHAT is friendship? This is really a much bigger question than it may seem. We might say that friendship is love, beauty, happiness or anything similar to these; but, it is really something greater than any of these. It is the greatest bond in the world. I do not think that there is anything in the world more beautiful than a perfect friendship. Any real friendship is, of course, perfect. There are two types of friendships — first, individual friendships between two friends, and secondly, the friendship chain which links humanity. Pythagoras said that a friendship was one soul in two bodies. He was, of course, speaking of an individual friendship, and to me these are the greatest of all friendships. Some of these individual friendships are known to us, but many more are hidden and never will be known. One of the most widely known of friendships was that of the poet Tennyson and his friend Arthur Hallem. So great was Tennyson ' s grief at the death of his friend that he gave the world one of the greatest of Literary masterpieces ' In Memoriam. ' Then too, in some of Shelley ' s beautiful poetry we are told of his great friendship. In his poem ' Adonais ' he tells us of his sorrow caused by the loos of his friend. I weep for Adonais, he is dead. Adonais was the poet John Keats who died, at what seemed to be the beginning of a great career. So much has been written of friendship and yet so little about i t is really understood. A friendship does not spring up over night but is really the growth of years. The strength of friendship ' s bond increases with age. Friendships cannot be bought or sold. Therein lies their great glory- Rich and poor, young and old, people of all nations may enjoy friendships. The formula for friendship is — two friends, truth, tenderness and complete understanding. Friendships make the poor rich, make the unhappy glad again, ease pain and suffering and promote happiness to mankind. The last and best thing about friendship is that it is eternal. True friendship has no death. When a friend dies, although the friendship appears to be broken, yet it still lives. My jrtend with you to hie alone, Were how much better than to own A crown, a sceptre and a throne. Tennyson. Laura Laurision. Page TiLxntyseiien