Peterborough Collegiate and Vocational School - Echoes Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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THE ECHQPIS W za 'jawn Lord, when my life's bright flame grows dim, One thing I ask: That I may lie upon a hill Where breezes blow, The fragrant cedars incense spill, Pines murmur low. VVhere skies are very near and blue, And clouds are white, And, like to sentinels, peep through Thy stars, at night. Marion 0. Brown, QB Academic. fllfow a Small 5502 Spanos Tfis 'Day ' LEEPING . . . Waking up and shouting at the sun . . . Playing with his cloth elephant and his string of buttons . . . Shouting at his mother and telling her to get up because her baby boy is hungry . . . Crawling around the kitchen floor and getting into the catfs dish. Getting into the lower part of the cooler and throwing the milk bottles and oranges around . . . Taking his milk and cereal like a good boy . . . Playing in his pen in the sun- shine . . . hlaking a bee line for the cat, treating it rough and patting it like a good boy, and stopping very quickly when the cat says something sharp to him . . . Tearing ai nasturtium leaf to pieces . . . Picking up a pea and carrying it around in his fist . . . Paddling across the floor on his hands and knees, head down like a colt pulling a cart . . . Pulling on a curtain and being astonished when the curtain flies up with a snap . . . Giggling at the cat . . . Chewing on his zwieback and getting it all soggy . . . Yanking at his father's necktie . . . Pushing his teetertot for whatever you call the thingj getting it caught and yelling . . . Making funny noises . . . Splashing half of his bath water on the floor . . . Eating his lunch nicely . . . Rubbing his eyes. . . Taking his nap and waking up too soon. Playing in his pen . . . And yelling when strangers come up the front steps . . . Drinking his orange juice, violently refusing his tomato juice. Chewing on a rubber ball . . . Putting his foot in his mouth fwith or without shoe.l Pulling himself up in front of the radio. turning its knobs increasing the volume till it yells at him. and getting right out of there . . . Waving his hand when you tell him not to . . . Not waving his hand when you tell him to . . . Taking his cod- liver oil like a good boy . . . Laughing at himself in the glass . . . Pulling out base plugs and trying to get them back again . . . Chewing a cord to pieces . . . Being adored by all the family . . . Trying to make his big sister laugh . . .Rubbing his eyes desperately . . . Going off to bed on his mother's shoulder . . . Yawning most en- gagingly .... Sleeping . . . How parents spend their time: VVatching the small boy. H With apologies, L. Dominik, III I.A. -37-