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

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mxkf T A, TEACHER'S DREAM r CN. CRAIG, 4BD One by one the hours crept on As he sat till break of dawn :-- CWe'd written exams three weeks befoiej I'll give her ninety-nine-no mere. There, I've finished Senior B, And the lowest mark was eighty-three Well, I'm sleepy, guess Illl quit, Let the rest of the boneheads wait. He gave a yawn, put out the light- Then-oh, horrors! What a sight! Two black figures stood before him Seized him silently and bore him In a box of ebony, Carved in sounds of harmony: Up the ladder Gradatim Into regions strange and dim, Crossed a dreary wilderness, 'Twas the Vale of the Brainlessf' Now before him flows a stream- Fearful, awful, doth it seem: 'Tis the stream of Education, But a bridge is built of Latin- Three words Labor omnia Vincitf His dark escorts safely cross it, Leave him on the other shore, There to wonder more and more. A broad highway stretches far Paved with books deep set in tar, Lofty 'trees sedately rise, Cn either hand up to the skies: D Cn each leaf a word is written- Each tree constitutes a poem. Now he leaps out of his box- Brand new collar, shirt and socks, Figure of a Greek athlete, Wings and halo, all complete. Thenhe sees a motley throng 57 9

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f?73!Py 4 4: 3 on TO MR. CAMPBELL ON MONDAY-1ST PERIOD Who is it through the door comes striding, Just as the third bell rings its warning, And, marching swiftly to his drawer, Pulls out the Doomsday book once more? A calm five minutes now elapses Then Ellen, entering late, collapses, Why will you never rise in time Like me, and be in here by nine. She trembling to her seat repairs, And each one now her anguish shares, For all the dread result do know If for excuse their watch be slow! A dreadful tension fills the air And, until peace is granted there, i Not one would venture to explain- The College line's been slow again. The lesson now proceeds full swing Until, at last, the bell will ring l And then deep sighs are heard from all, At passing footsteps down the hall. f'

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Hailing him with shout and song, Praise him! Hail him! King of Learning! Surely he will need no burning! Let us lead him toute de suite To his mansion on Main Street. Shakespeare, Milton, kneel before him, Vachel Lindsay hovers o'er him. Milton speaks, To thee, O King, We come on light fantastic wing, Let us lead thee to thy home, There to rest thy weary dome. Then they quickly draw a curtain, And he hears in tones uncertain, Chaucer speaks: 'Tis thine-thine own, Built of marble, Wood and bone, All materials were donated By your pupils who, ill-fated, ' Gave their heads to prove to you. Mr. B-- with quick emotion, Views the vast and lofty mansion, HTell them -but he chokes with sobs, Thought them all a bunch of snobs. I do hereby undertake To correct my sad mistake. Dante takes him by the hand, A Leads him up the stairway grand. Victor Hugo has the key- ' This I now present to thee. 'Tis a key to Vergil, and, Written by that poet's hand. While our hero with delight Gazes on his mansion bright, Loud resounds o'er hill and dell A welcome sound-the dinner bell, Quickened all their appetities, Up the street they fly like kites To a table in the park, Where they hear dear Shelleyls lark, There on languages they feed, Sliced to suit each poet's need, From a bubbling fountain drink Philosophy to make them think. Dinner o'er they loud proclaim- Speak, oh speak, thou man of fame! Tell us all the world doth know Of knowledge, years do come and go: 58