Regina Collegiate Institute - Souvenir Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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THE LYRE'S STAFF' POETRY CONTEST Theme- Little Jack Horner. Judges-Roy Johnson, Joe Ehman, Gladys England 1st Prize 1 Mr. Campbell, IVB ' o E N s o R E D fRegrettable but necessary.-Ed.j lst Conso1ation'Prize Mr. McEwan, I A J ack Horner there, the bonnie lad, Sae fu' O' joy and pleasure, A wee bit ashet makes him glad- He's eatin' at his leisure. The noo he pu's a plum awa' An' then he tak's anither, An' says, 'We're no sae bad at a', The pie an' me tigitherf 2nd Consolation Prize Miss V. K. McMillan, II C Come, Heavenly muse, and sing to me In tones of passion pure and free. J ack Horner was the knave yolept Who in a corner hiding crept, And, like the guests in Ciroe's power, Consuming, spent a pleasant hour. From Christmas pie of goodly hue He drew a plum, which shone anew As though from far Hesperides, ' It took the apple's power to please. Then to Jove's altar loud he cried: I am too good! Let plums abide. 93

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.' I - in .sg .fa X 1,34 fra , ax .R':6-new ' gsm . L5 N --'gli' 2 3. '55 'ta X 49 Ee. vs L .K r I-,M :qi 1.3: ,L r, .1- The more I see these First Year Infants The more I believe in Darwin's theory ' How some of our budding orators would twist that old song: Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top. Oseillate diminutive infant in the most altitudinous pinnacle of arboreal elevation. ' THE LETTER OF THE LAW You must not see himany more She heard her mother say, And, though she did her fate deplore, She promised to obey. I must not see you, Sir, she cried, When he appeared that night, f'Why, then,', the thoughtful youth replied, We must turn out the lightf' Thus did the maid, so true and sweet, To parent's mandate bow, e Although, as heretofore, they meet, She does not see himinow. X X11 ONE FOR YOU, JOE Joe Ehman is an artist quite, He works all day and half the night, He draws for all the big affairs And on the board .draws all he dares. 92 '

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3rd Consolation Prize Mr. McEachern, III A A pie! A Christmas pie! And nought betide- That's scarce a dish for princes, nor so rare But I should ask some relish to't, but stay! That was the dish Jack Horner ate, what time He lodged upon the corner-seat and plucked With thumb in dish, the ever luscious plum Which he consumed thereon, to taste, to eat, To eat, perchance to choke !-Ay, there's the rub, For who can say the plum will not call up The thousand natural ills that flesh is heir to? Yet Horner ate, and having eaten, still Pronounced himself contented with himself. Thrice happy man, that thus proclaims himself No slave of conscience, but is justified In his own eyes. 4th Consolation Prize Mr. McLeod, IV A I saw a little cottage lad, A Who in a corner sate, His happy face it made me glad- A Christmas pie he ate. What is your name, my little boy? f'Jack Horner, sir, said he, His face lit up with childish joy In sweet simplicity. He put his thumb Within the pie, In search of pleasant food, c And said, when he had licked it dry, Kind sir, I'm very good. 5th Consolation Prize Mr. Spencer, II D You can see Jack Horner sitting in the corner of the kitchen, With his little dish of pudding on-his lap, e If the dish you try to collar, then you bet your bottom dollar, That you'll find he aint indulging in a nap, For he shoves his little thumb in, when he hears a person comin', And he picks the biggest plum, that he can see: And he makes this observation, on the present situation- i Guess you Wonit find no one else as good as me! 94