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

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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

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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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6th Consolation Prize Miss Cathro, III B And so the lad, in simplest garb arrayed, Reposed him in an angle of the wall ' Upon a wooden bench of rustic form. J ack Horner was his name, and often he Reclined upon this selfsame bench, and mused. But now he held, supported on his knees, A dish of goodly fare, wherein he sought With nimble hand, the fairest of the fruits, And, having found, he drew it forth anon, And quoth aloud with perfect courtesy, Good sir, I am anlhonest lad withal. . I .,,, BELIEVE IT OR NOT Naomi, the daughter of Enoch Was 580 years old when she married. Courage Ladies!! Rosenthal- Did you notice that when I asked her to go to the basketball game, she gave me a funny look? Bill- No, she didn't give it to you, Rosy-you always had it 27 Emma- What is the exact meaning of the verse beginning: Jack Spratt could eat no fat? Arnold- In simple terms it is as follows: Jack Spratt could assimilate no adipose tissue. His wife, on the other hand, pos- sessed an aversion for the more muscular portions of the epithelium. And so between them both you see, they removed all the foreign substance from the surface of that utiliatrian utensil, commonly known as the platter. Do I make myself clear. Emma-Perfectly. The lack of lucidity in these Mother Goose rhymes is amazingly apparent. 95