Pelham Continuation School - Pelham Pnyx (Fenwick, Ontario Canada)

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THE PELI-IAM PNYX DREAMING Qv Harold l-lodgkins Far up beyond the ridge He sees the raven fly, The pheasant in some hillside haunt The bee upon some honeyed iaunt, A lark against the sky. And there beside the crystal stream, With rod in hand, he sits to dream. His contemplating eye Has lost its watchful force, The opportunity has slipped The greedy fish just now has flipped And there, far out, upon th: stream, The rod goes gliding with his dream IN COMMEMORATION OF THE ROYAL X lbl T By Nlyrtle XVall4er To-day as l sat listening Before our radio, There came to me, across the wires, The Queen's voice, soft and low. Although she made no effort, Her voice rang sweet and clear, For all the crowd in silence stood ' Their dear Queens voice to hear. At the trooping of new colours The sky was dull and gray, Yet to all those quietly watchful It was a glorious day. And to all the many people In homes or on the stand, 'Twas a ne'er forgotten happ'ning, The first one in the land. v

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THE PELHAM PNYX TO A ROSE By Mable Fletcher Oh, lovely Rose! Thou art indeed most fair Of all the lovely, fragrant flow'rs that bless This weary world, and bring great happiness Unto we mortal nten. A perfume rare Thou hast, a subtle scent, which fills the air With pleasing fragrance sweet. The loveliness Of thy soft velvet petals l now press Unto my heart and breathe a fervent pray'r: Dear Father, grant that this sweet-scented flow'r, May teach unto Thy people here below A needful lesson. Through each earthly hour May we o'ercoxre each piercing thornfeach woe! For only when we conquer pain and strife Do we reveal the beauty of this life. A FORGOTTEN RIVER Hy Harold I-lodgkins It nestles in a foreign land A land that holds no name, Though girt with forest or with sand lt travels on the same. lt narrows through some stoney pass With mountains glowing down, Or winds about through flowing grass l-lemnied in by natures gown. Dark clouds may wander in the sky Above its sparkling waves, It cares not for it hurries byg Yes! one of Ocean's slaves. lt runs through wild untravelled land, It travels on the same Where girt with forest or with sand It gces without a name. THE OLD LEAVES By l-larold Hodgkins l can see the old leaves falling down Falling down on the cold clamp ground They, only left to lie and rot Their beauty soon will be forgot. Beneath the winte1 s frozefi snow. QWhy is it they are treated SOPD The time has not slipped far away When in the trees we saw them play, Their wondrous colours caught our eye Fluttering and waving in the sky And now they tumble back to earth Back to the place cf their early birth.

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52 THE PELHAM PNYX VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Mr. Chairman, Members of the Staff and Student Body, Friends and Fellow Graduates:- I deem it a great privilege to have been chosen to give you this, the fare- well address from the graduating class of 1939. For five years now we have been working toward this end, toward this night when we might receive our high school graduation diplomas. And now this night has arrived and we are all just a little bewildered and frightened. But you must not get the idea that we have been plodding along these years with one thought uppermost in our minds: Maybe we'll get out of here alive. On the contrary, these have been happy years, probably the happiest of our lives, for they have been the years in which we have grown up, the years in which we have enjoyed the pleasures and good times of youth without ac- cepting any of the world's responsibilities. Of our twelve members, five have taken positions in the business world, four are attending Normal School, one has entered the nursing profession, and two are taking post graduate work. And so, five short months since last June we are already scattered far across the country. These are troubled times into which we are graduating. The world is in a state of war. There is a feeling of tension, of uncertainty. We who have received our diplomas here to-night do not remember the last war. We do not know the true meaning of the word as do some of you who served over- seas ot sacrificed in some other way that democracy might not perish. Oh, we've read about it, vve've heard about it-but it's not the same. Thus' we are stepping forth into a world of chaos, and because of this our high school training is very important. And so we must not forget our teachers, that noble body of B.A.'s and M.A.'s who have pounded Geometry theorems and Caesarian speeches into our heads. They have been very patient with us when we failed to do our homework, they have helped us through difficult subjects, they have even reprimanded us when we needed it, and taken us down the occasional peg. I think we have been very fortunate in having such a fine group of teachers. We have always known Mr. Crossley and Miss De La Mater for they have been here longer than we have. Mr. Laing joined the staff at the beginning of our third year, and Miss Dixon a year ago. We, in the general course, did not have the pleasure of taking any classes from Miss Blake, but she was of invaluable help as co-director of our school plays with Miss De La Mater. Nor must we forget our parents who have stood by us during these years, that we might acquire an education and so be better equipped to face the world. When we were greenhorns about to enter high school we all felt very smug and conceited and grown up. We had a sort of To-day I am a man complex. We were high school students now. Then we saw our upiperclass- men, and our egotism vanished. They looked so big, so old, so learne . They regarded us with an amused tolerance that made us feel very small and insig- nificant. But our first year passed very quickly, and our second, and before we knew it we were those same bored fifth formers, watching the freshmen to see that they didn't swallow their gum. And now, just a word to the undergraduates. Carry on the traditions of the school, traditions of fair play and honesty. Uphold the honour of the Grey and Maroon in sports Cbasketball, baseball, field dayb, in your Liter- ary Society and your music, in the mouthpiece of P. C. S., THE PELHAM PNYX. We did our best, while we were here, to make the social, as well as the ac- fconlinued on page 773