Ottawa Technical High School - Tech Talk Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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A Hunting Ballad By Roger Crep in It wa: u bright and :unny day,' The air wa: fre:h and pure,' So to my father I did :ay: ' 'The mountain: do allure. M y father Jaid, ' 'I do agree, And I to you entru:t The key: to our new car, 'you :ee, The mountain: were a mu:t. Well, finalbf we made the trip, My he:t friend, Keith, and I, And through the wood: we travelled quirk Until we :aw nearby A lo vebl :tag that nimhbf jumped Through gra:: and over hru:h. Then, :uddenbg a bullet thumped ! The :tag increa:ed hi: ru:h. A :econd hullet tni::ed the rnark,' The buck wa: there no more f A third one clipped a piece hark,' A fourth one found no Jcore. Thu: a would-he killer failed And Nature triumphed :till, For a: the du:k of eve prevailed We :upped :an: joy, Jan: pride, :an: kill. +2-seek A RONDEAU Still As Death By Michael Soame Still a: death in an amher hue Surrounded hy green and gold and hlue In a place of:tagnant water and weed: And rank upon rank cf lu:h young reed: He Jtand: a: other Heron: do. Smoke hlue i: he, and grey in dew There mid the lib' :ten1:, not few Where you may watch him a: he feed: Still a: Death. Still grey feather and yellow billy true, Hi: eye: are alive like getn:, and too, Though one may not :ee all hi: deed:, The lfe Q' a motionle:: :hadow he lead:. Still a: Death. the picture ofhinz will :tay with you, Salute to a Small Town By Frank Illorgan Some people prai:e the city life, But I upon it frown. There': too much hu:tle, too much :trfe No thank:,' I 'll take the town. For in the city friend: are few, And you feel all alonef But in the country no one': new And all the town': my home. I know the city ha: more thing: To while away the time,' Grand theatre: where a great :tar Jing: And :port: arena: fine. You :ee new face: every day And hundred: at a time,' You :eldom get to know or play With friend: a: I with mine. I :ee the .fame folk: all week through At church, at work, at play That way I know my friend: are true And clo:e hy me they'll :tay. So you may have your city home Where you can :ettle down. The :pot that I :hall call my own Will he my own :mall town. uv' Hu lgi lo Robe ' T Blue Hero Luv' gi .SN

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- REMEMBRANCE I949 Should We Forget Should we forget those men who gave Their lives, this peace of ours to save, And mourn them not P Or should we keep Rememberance of them as they sleep Lonely and silent in their grave .9 Theyfought, not thinking of the cost To them and theirs, and they were lost. Should we count cost in thinking then .9 Should we forget P The answer in your heart must lurk That everyone must do his work, That war may never come again To take the lives of other men, Should we forget .2 -RON WHITTEKER -,,,-,Q......,.- ls,-,..-.-.f--Q-1 .... ,,..-il --i-.1-Q.. -Q--f-.1-

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When I Was a Lad I Served a Term or A Day At School By Howard Roche The morning Jtartt at ten part eight: M y mother .fcre.zm.r, ' 'It'.t getting late. ' I gow my hreakfatt, grab my hooks, Who giret a darn how my hair look.f.' And nou' I 'fn on my tray at laet: I ho ri' my head. and face the hlaJt,' For once, I 're made it, I can Jay. -So Hart.: .1 typical Jchool day. In the rherniytry lah u 'e learn to pour Into ,mine H2504 Some FeS and Nal If thi.f gm-,r wrong, l'll Jurehf die. They Jay, Now halanre the equation. That requiret tome concentration, For S01 and NH3 Yield OPU and an old bran key. And Jo to En glllfh for a while- The cla.t.r in which we never .vnilef For ihif if anything hut fun With Byron, Keats and Tennyton. And then to Comp. my way I wend To find out where the clautet end. Befaute thit period 'J .fuch a hare I hare time to admire the jloor. But nou' ne go to Math. O Lord! It'.f there I realb' do get hored Caute Xplu: Y equal thirteen Z And the theorem: leave me .tirnpbf dead. Talbi ho.' the gloriout hell to lunchg Big juicy Jandwichet I can inunch. When thit it done, then I can hop Down to the nearett Cfwfoe Shop, At one hfteeift Geometry 'Tit here Innd it hard to Jee When the locut if a point hat an equation It'J Phyfiel non' that haflet me With motion, force, relocity Phyfical law are not too hard. Light travels-threefeet to each yard And then to Trig. I hlitjnlly go To hear another tale J woe Ahont the Upper School examt. And u hon he'J through we f eel like hanzt. IO What good this will he when-Oh damnation .' At latt the end it drawing near, fBoy, could I ure a cup of cheerj For Study it the period now Do I realb' need it?-and how! And now it'.f comet, -three thirtyfiveg I j?el Jo fresh, I 'd like to jioe. 'I'here'JjuJt one thing I forgot to mention: I mutt away to my detention. DETENTION ROOM The Ballad of lhe Lates Ojicers By Bruce Slraby Now at Tech you once are late You' ll Jee a funny thing: A nzan named Elton at the gate To whorn excuse you hring. And perchance, you're late three titnet, Then Swayze it the many He'll cron examine all your crimes, Your privilege: han. And .rhould you yet he unlucky enough To come four timex late or more, Our good Miner Hendry treat: you rough And realhl you'll he tore. Lo, thete are the nzen who will Jlap you do wn Hyou don't get to Jchool at the hell,' So until they .reek their Heauenbl Cro wn You .rhoulil try to avoid getting- In wrong with the latex oyjlcert.