Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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TH E VGTAGE UR The Fate of the Silver Spoon 31 Charles King PRIZE CRTNTRIBLITION IN THE DAYS of good Queen Bess 'tis said There roamed the Spanish Maiii, A band of men who spoke with lead, Asked questions after you were dead From excruciating pain, Heave to me hearties and lend your ears To a tale I have to tell, Of a pirate ship with its huccaneers Who deserve a place in hell. In fifteen hundred and ninety three By Savos Isle in a tropic sea, Shown up by the light of the moon As she rolled and tossed at her moorf ing post, Lay the squarefriggegl Silver Spoon. Aboard that night was as tough a crew As had ever left the shore, Of whisky and gin they'd taken enough To fill up the hold afore. Now old Bill Barley, a onefarmed tar Was captain on that ship, What'er he said or 'er he did He took no sass or lip. That night while under a tropic sky As the moonbeams shone o'er her how, The Silver Spoon continued to dip And toss and ship in the tropic slough. ll Next morn there inanned that stately craft A crew well soused with the evenings gin, They cursed and howlcd as they toiled aloft On the rig, as they pulled the hawsers in For far to the east north east they spied A Spanish Ivlerchant in distress, So with sails unfurled through the sea they plied, Faster and faster with a fleeting stride. They overtook the Princess Bess. They clainoured ahoard her with drawn swords To capture the cargo of gold. They took command and yelled these words Get out of our way ye dirty dogs. We'll leave you to lead your lives as hogs, But we'll take what's in your hold. The people ahoard the Princess Bess Huddled and shook with uneasiness. The pirate gang then went helow And shot the captain dead. They shot hini when his hack was turned XVitli a liullet through his head.

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30 THE VOTAGEUR fJ!lilllll lllll4lf,.Qs 'cs F, ff' iiiiiiill 9551 .. if' is Moments Musicales ..... Frank Murch THE Music: heard at the school this season consisted, as in the past, of the regular after dinner programmes on Sunday, and the annual series of Sunday afternoon recitals given in the Assemhly Hall. The artists giving the programmes had, for the most part, been heard here on previous occasions, while we had the pleasure of welcoming the others as new' comers and contrihutors to our series of musical events. We wish to thank the Studio Cluh for their part in the success of the Sunday afternoon recitals. NooN REt:1TALsz Jack Nielsen, Violinistg Tom Brennand, Violinist, Clifford Poole, Pianistg Phyllis Saunders, Contraltog Betty Holmes, Contralto, Adolph Kolf dofsky, Violinistg Eric Treadwell, Baritone: S. Solomon, Violinist, T. Sherman, Violinistg Mr. G. N. T. Widdrington, Tenor, and Frank Murch, Pianist. XXI-'TERNHON REQITALS: Scott Malcolm and Reginald Godden, two piano ref cital Nov. IS. Adolph Koldofsky, Violinist, assisted hy Frank Murch, Pianist, Dec. loth. Clifford McCormick, Pianist, assisted hy Phyllis Saunders, Contralto, Jan. 27th. Harry Kondaks, Pianist, assisted hy Stephen Kondaks, Violinist, March 3. Mary Mcllinnon Shore, Pianist, and Alice Strong Rourke, Soprano, March 17. String Orchestra conducted hy Frank Murch, assisted hy Margaret Waterhouse, Pianist, March il. DEED Stuff AgHiI1 . . By the Bombay Boy Days are coming when moon His majesty, the cats and asses. Shall shine hrighter than Days are coming when asses His majesty, the Sun. Shall reign the geniuses,- Days are coming when women His majesty, the foreman. Shall he the stronger than Days shall come when His majesty, the man. Life shall know not what Days are coming when inices Will govern what. Shall reign the mightier! ? ? ? ? ?

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32 'TH E VOTAGEUR When they'd cut off sixteen pairs of legs They carried off the plunder. And left four lighted powder kegs To tear the ship asunder. just two miles off to windward They heard a deafening roar, The powder kegs had done their work. So the pirates made for shore. They cheered and shouted in language free That only the pirate knows. Quite unaware that in that sea, That grimy shark infested sea, Their ship would come to blows. In hfteen hundred and ninety three Off Savos Isle in a tropic sea, XVith a crash much less Than the Princess Bess, The Silver Spoon had met its doom. To the pumps, they cried. But all in vain. For the ship began to heel, And she slipped and slid in the soft blue surf Till she rolled and showed her keel. One after the other they took to swim' ming To clear the suck of the boat, One after one the sharks came skimf ming To tear the eyes, ears, nose and throat Of every single mother's son, Who caused an injury to some poor one, The work that God had planned was done. That was the tale of the Silver Spoon, Bill Barley and his buccaneers, Who met their doom 'neath the tropic moon. Leaving sharks as overseers. Now in the place of pirates Large bands of sharks remain, They take men's lives with teeth like knives Eat husbands, brothers, aunts and wives, But quite content with what they get They've never asked a question yet. Under the guidance of Mr. Maitland, the boys make many useful articles in the workshop.