London South Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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C. LORACLE 35 AUTUMN SUNSET Changing, rose deepens into crimson- A gold and blue symphony of color, Tints indescribable, pale green and saphron, - A - b Just begutyi expressed in the glow of the west, . . A n tze sunset. ' ' From the crest of a hill, a high hill, A Through a jine, black network of branches. 'T 4 . .1 1 Fanning your cheek, a breeze, sweet and chill, ' All alone too, is the best way to view A The sunset. - N . A Fading, all tlze glory ofthe sky, W f11B As a fair cheek fades before death ,' Darkness deepens, begins to intensify, Night comes with a rush, breaking the hush Of the sunset. . -Jean Phillips TWILIGHT Deepening, fall the shadows, that flicker to and fro, Hastenwing go the people, through softly falling snow, And as the darkness gathers, creeping o'er the light, All the homes are busy, preparing for the night. I -Mary Vanderheiden. MY DREAMS O God, assail these castles of my strength, Throw down my walls and all the windy towers, Those that I builded in my golden hours A While sand on sand poured out at idle length ,' Shake of my bulwarks in a thunderous heap, Crack of my banner from its straining staff, Give me to hear the wind's derisive laugh, As through my broken archways he shall sweep. O let oblivion, like a falling rain, Descend upon my visions overnight, Lest I, deluded in their glamour bright, Should bar my gates and close my portals vain, And in these empty rooms of my delight Pile some imagined treasure from Thy sight. -Annie Vahalla Dodds.

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34 L. S. C. ,I. ORACLE REMEMBRAN CE DAY SERVICE Remembrance Day was very littingly commemorated in London South Col- legiate. The Literary President, Marjory Lister, announced the programme. The service opened with the hymn Abide With Me, for which illuminated slides were used very effectively. A line solo, The Trumpeter, was rendered by Mr. Kenneth Smith, accompanied by Miss McRobert. Then came the address of the afternoon by Captain Gillanders, D.F.C. . He said that the eleventh of Novem- ber was no longer called Armistice Day but Remembrance Day by our Canad- ian Parliament, as being a better ex- pression of the true meaning of the occasion. The Hag outside the school was a symbol of.our liberty and of the great British traditions recalled es- pecially to our minds on Remembrance Day. The poppy, had been exalted from a despised position to a precious symbol of the red blood of our Canadian man- hood spilt on Flanders' Fields. The flower of forgetfulness had become the flower of remembrance. The impressiveservice was concluded by a solo, The Boys of the Old Brig- ade, sung 'by .Mr. Archie McCulloch, Mr. E. W. G. Quantz, accompanist. THE CANADIAN SPIRIT By E. G. JARMAIN It pervades our fair Dominion from Cape Race to Nootka Sound, from bleak Hudson's Bay to the smiling Great Lakes, this Canadian spirit, that ties our hearts with a band of patriotic love which naught can sever. On the mountain trails of the glorious Rockies, in the harvest fields of the broad prairies amid the forest hosts of the Laurentians or in the fisheries of the Maritimes, still the spirit that is Canada prevails, the dominant sentiment of every Canadian. It inspires men to the execution of the bravest of brave deeds and to the establishing of the highest of high ideals. The polar explorer, risking his life that we Canadians may know more of our country, is actuated by the same pulse of patriotism that moves the soul of the doctor, risking his life by exposing it to dread disease that we Canadians may live to do something for Canada. We read but lately the tale of the steadfast devotion to duty that kept a trooper of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police on the staff of the Communist party for nine years, an unsuspected agent of the Canadian government. Nine long years of perpetual risk and of unwearied. waiting for the proof his commanding officer needed to wipe from the face of Canada's history the stain this anti-Canadian party had placed thereon, was the toll his duty demanded. Yet his spirit' guided him through. He is an outstanding example of the Canadian spirit as it is manifest today. You may read these lines, and, per- chance, you may say to yourself: I shall never get an opportunity to dis- play my spirit of patriotism. Nothing that will ever happen to me will make it my duty to sacrifice myself for my country. But you will be wrong. Some day, in some way, you will- be tested, and do not let it be said of you that you failed to pass the acid test of patriotic sacrifice that' reveals one's true worth as a Canadian. , C ' I

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36 L. S. C. ,I. ORACLE Editeur, JACK WATSON Editrice Consultante, MLLE. M. K. MACPHERSON, B.A. UN JOUR AU CHATEAU FONTAINEBLEAU C'etait a regret et avec un com- mencement de nostalgie, peut-etre, que nous avons tourne de dos sur Paris, un de ces jours de soleil si rares l'ete passe. Regret de courte duree car chaque kilometre parcouru apportait de nouvelles charmes. Premiere satisfaction-la voiture, une Citroen at 6 cylindres, ou, si vous voulez etre tres precis, la voiture-automo- bile! Elle marchaitia merveille et n'etait du tout un tae-tae Cargot Francais qui veut dire 'fold crock ou tin lizzie l. De plus, c'etait l'epoque de la moisson et tous les champs offraient leurs, paysages animes ou l'on voyait des moissonneuses, des lieu- ses et des travailleurs agricoles. Nous- etions tout yeux. A quelques heures de Paris nous nous sommes trouves a l'entree d'une foret epaisse. Quels arbres magniiiques dans cette celebre pret de Fontainebleau laquelle entoure entierement le Vieux palais des rois de France. Dans n'im- porte quelle direction qu'on dirige ses pas en quittant le palais, il faut traver- ser cette foret, et l'on peut s'imaginer les jongeuses chasses de jadis quand le roi et les nobles poursuivaient les sangliers. Mais revenous au Palais de Fontainebleau, un tres grand edifice bati autour de plusieurs cours, cours sans interet pour nous et assez mono- tones avec leur pave. Derriere la partie du palais qui s'appelle le chateau de Francois Ier se trouvent les jardins et le bassin des carpes-la joie des en- fants, et meme des grandes personnes Cceci, entre nousj. Cette belle apres- midi le jardin est plein de jolis petits enfants qui s'amusent a jeter des biscuits a ces gros poissons gourmands. Ecoutez leurs cris Maman, regarde le poisson! En voila un gros! Mais il faut quitter les carpes et visiter le palais. Si vous aimez les beaux meu- bles et les belles tapisseries, le bois sculpte, et tout ce qui fait votre reve d'un palais, allez voir Fontainebleau. Voici beaucoup des plus splendides ameublements de l'epoque de Napoleon avec tous les souvenirs qu'ils peuvent rappeler aux spectateurs. Et au mo- ment qu' on regarde le berceau dore du petit Roi de Rome Cfils de Napoleon mort tres jeunej on entendra cer- tainement des cris d'admiration et de pitie. Plus loin on voit l'appartement qui servait de prison au pape pendant sa visite chez Napoleon. Le confort et le luxe de ces trois grandes pieces auraient certainement du charme pour un prisonnier ordinaire, mais toute la broderie du monde ne vaut pas la liberte, et le pape n'etait libre. Pour terminer, allons voir les salles du chateau de Francais I,'avec leurs murs epais de quinze at dix-sept pieds et leurs planchers et leurs plafonds magni- Iiques. Il est impossible de les decrire