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

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THE SPECTRUM STAFF 1952-53 Bill Scaldwell Editor-in-Chief Mr. Ralph Devereux Staff Advisor Elaine Bocking Literary Eileen Boyce Art and Humour Harold Catling Men ' s Sports Rosemary Forden Secretary Lome Groves B ii sin ess Ma wager Catherine MacDougall Class Reports 44 Jane Nichols Women ' s Sports. Lorraine Shipley Social E rents Gerry Turner Advertising Manager Ruth Holditch Associate Editor Rosemary Collins Literary Elma McKessock Interest Groups Marlene WrigW .1 a sic

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DOROTHY WINTERS MARLENE WHITE SHIRLEY WYATT JOHN ZANGARI RALSTON ANNAND Morpeth Erin London Windsor Sarnia SR. M. CORNELIUS SR. M. TERRANCE SR. M. LAURA SR. FRANCIS CLARE MARION DUNN MARJORIE JAMIESON London London London London Sarnia Langton

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Literary My Paradise My paradise unfolds before me As I remember my childhood days My dreams, my fears, my desires — They were so real. And now, I stand on the brink of the future — Shall my strength fail me or shall I succeed? Is He there watching me, strength- ening me As I take each wavering step? A smile, a touch, I must go on, For life is more than breath alone. All water lies not in a stagnant pool, The river flows deep and wide And on the other side stands the pinnacle That every man dreams of: The pinnacle I dream of — My paradise. IRENE BUSZKIEWICZ, Form II. Keep Hoping There are times when many things go wrong And the world goes drifting by; There are times when nothing goes our way — Then we hesitate or sigh. It ' s when many, many hardships come That we never should give in, For we never know when things will change, For we sometimes have to win. These are times when we may doubt or groan Or say: Well, I don ' t care! These are times when tears are near the eyes And our burdens we scarce can bear. Then along comes Hope with her shin- ing ray And the scene once more is bright. Then we find our faith and our joy, and peace, And our ever constant Light . SHERRY WHITING, Form VII, No. 132B. Cyclic Seasons From southlands far, the birds return to bring The songs that, in their sweetness say, ' Tis Spring. Small leaves unfold, and crocuses appear From beds beneath the snow, where, since last year. They ' ve slept. With summer, come long days and hazy heat, And blue skies guard the fields of golden wheat. The farmer cuts his grain and binds the sheaves. The warm and sunny breezes stir the leaves Of green. Then comes September, and we know that soon The summer, with its sunshine, will be gone. The leaves, one day, will burn with red and gold; The next, their color faded, brown and old. They ' ll die. The beauty of the winter ' s sparkling snow Creates breath-taking fantasies. We know Jack Frost ' s at work. This all will pass, and when March winds have gone their way, then, once again, It ' s Spring. BARBARA EBY, Form 2.