North Bay Teachers College - Polaris Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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CHILDHOGD DAYS When I was a little girl -- and a little one at that, I was sometimes an angel and sometimes a brat, Often a tomboy, often a lady And not having my way, sometimes a baby! My Mother had her joys and sorrows. My promise to do it was one of tomorrow's! She often laughed at me and often did yell -- I either bumped into or tripped over and fell, My bandaids were many, my bruises great And often I'd meet a disastrous fate -- For all little girls sometimes need a spanking And for that my dad got no thanking. We were a bunch of carefree kids, Stealing apples and knocking off garbage can lids, We played everything from cowboys to nurses And ladies in long dresses, high-heels, and purses Of course there was often a childish fight When we all went home angry that night But a few days later all was the same -- We were back together -- pals again! The summers were days of heat and fun With swimming and playing beneath the With hide-and-seek after supper time, Ice cream and popsicles for every dime, But those carefree days of fun Slowly pass one by one Until the day it was off to school u It was off to learn the Golden Rule, After that the days flew by, Now grown up, l look back and sigh SLl1'1 At a little girl -- and a little one at that, Who was sometimes an angel and sometimes a brat Brenda Polano O8 We were all young once -- even our editor, . , . . Remember?

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A SUMMER CAMP IN WINTER The huge house and the endless expanse of snow-covered rocks and terrain conveyed an atmosphere of peace and serenity mingled with sadness. The nearby trees and the snow on the rooftop glistened in the sunlight. lcicles, hanging from the eaves, shone as brilliantly as diamonds. Though the air was frosty, a warm and wonderful feeling of happiness prevailed. Blue sky and the frozen, snow- covered lake aroused memories of the fishing and boating trips as well as old and renewed acquaintances of the past summers. A feeling of sadness, however, still managed to elbow in a disturbing thought -- a loved one would not be there next stunmer to help us enjoy God's many gifts to mankind, Mary Burgess O2 MEMORIES The day was bright, the breeze gentle, Children laughed and played and splashed in the water 'H' There was sunshine, laughter -- there was love! There were flowers in the park, sunshine filtered through the treesg There was green grass. We walked hand in hand: We sat and talked and laughed and fought -- and loved, The sun, the warmth, the flowers, the children's cries -- all have gone, Brown leaves fall, a cold wind blows -- The days are dark and grey, Summer has fled and with it Love -- Unlike the eternal spring, it left no promise to return, Brenda Polano O8

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BEAUTY In the soft shades of winterg In the crisp, crackling crust Of the earth's black shellg In the bleak, black shadows Gf ghostly, glimmering trees Against the dancing diamonds Of winter's white, Beauty In the blackened evergreens Silhouetted against the sooty sky In the winter wilderness Beauty abides - dulled, dimmed But not dead, Rosemary Court Form 3 3 O sweet the smell of a summer rose! O tender that time of year, When love comes easy to all who When laughter will hide a tear, sing, But these have gone with the wind that blows They go with the birds that leave. They fly away on a ruthless wingg And we a new web must weave. Suzanne Form 7 Morin