Lord Selkirk School - Maroon and Grey Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Central Electric Electrical Contractors • 201 Kelvin St. Phone 502 982 Compliments of The Parent Co. Ltd. STOCKS, BONDS and GRAINS 120 Grain Exchange In Compliment of David Orlikow C.C.F. SCHOOL TRUSTEE WARD 3 BLACKSTONE RESTAURANT 320 SMITH STREET (Opposite Marlborough Hotel) Popular Prices Private Dining Rooms Available for Banquets and Sports Wind-ups. For Reservations: Phone 95 356 Bus Phone 52 121 - Evenings 58 453 Day and Night Service 56 633 CROSSTOWN ELECTRIC CO. ELECTRICAL CONTRACTORS Electrical Fixtures of all Kinds Fluorescent Fixtures, Motors, Genuine Silex Washing Machines. Radios Tri-lite and Torchier Lamps SALES and SERVICE 887 Main St. Winnipeg, Man. A. E. KYLE REAL ESTATE Commissioner for Oaths 207 Kelvin St. Phone 501 688 Res. 157 Harbison—Phone 501 958 RED PATCH TAXI Serving the Community 24 Hour Service e Phone 501 123 25 Stadacona Ave. • 29

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LITERARY IContinuedj The judges considered the following three poems of equal merit. Therefore, they award them each a prize of equal value. “Spring” Spring is made of many things: The first shy robin as it sings; A purple crocus fresh and gay, The caressing wind that greets the day. The same soft dawn that breaks anew Clothes April with a filmy hue. A new-born lamb, all downy white, The purple cloak that’s cast by night. Velvet earth ’neath upturned furrow, A silvery streamlet bubbles down An emerald slope to a ’wakening town. An apple blossom petal pink; A merry maid, her saucy wink, Soft willows of a pearly hue, Spring is here, her beauty, too. —Roma Sysak, X-17. “Snow” Twirling, swirling, whitely whirling, How the snow comes down! Soft flakes hurling; slow unfurling, Like a fairy’s gown. Sliding, riding, gently chiding Sn w in shining drifts; • Hiding, biding, slowly gliding, Through the air it sifts. Shyly clinging, swiftly flinging. ’Fore the north wind’s blasts Snow aringing, silver singing, Love it while it lasts! Fast the snow in triumph flies, Fleeing on against the skies; Mantling a sleeping earth, Vanishing at sweet spring’s birth. —Vera Jennings, VIII-15. “Wanderlust” I’d like to be a sailor lad And sail the world around; To seek my fortune, good or bad, In lands that are renowned. The coral islands, bright and gay, Australia below. New Zealand next, and then a stay In far North Borneo. A stop at mighty Singapore Where rubber trees abound. Then, India is right next door, A land with beauty crowned. The spicy port of Zanzibar, And Cape Town ’neath the mound, The ever-shining Southern Star The port that Diaz found. The wild Atlantic, fohd of storms, The islands, wild and bare. The lands that the equator warms, West Indies—jewels rare. And then the port of my last call When I have crossed the foam, The one that I love best of all, That port will be my home. —Kenneth Carlstrom, XI-10. If you in the morning throw minutes away,. You can’t pick them up in the course of the day. You may hurry and scurry, and flurry and worry, You’ve lost them forever, forever and Aye. — Anonymous. • 28

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