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

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What triumph! Hark!-What Pain! O! Wanderer from behind the stove, U Still singing ditties in a high pitched key, Your wild, wild paeans don't with me agree: ' I long for death. And can this fragrant lawn, With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet smelling Wascana And moonshine, and the dew To my wracked brain afford no balm! Thou dost tonight behold Through the thick rain of boots and brick, The unfriendly homes. Thou dost once more resume Thy fight and again the cry, Gf love and hate, triumph and agony, Resounds-again I hear it and again! Perpetual yowling- Eternal Pain! . QWith apologies to Mathew Arnoldj Van-Do you think that a boy should propose' to a girl on his knees? p Miss Reekic-Well, if he doesn't, she should get off at once. ' THE GIGGLING GIRL Clst-year damsels please noteb i If you tell her she's modest, or tell her she's vain, She'll, giggle, She heeds not the fact that it gives you pain- That giggle. Though you may address her in serious key, Make speech that presents no occasion for glee Or even for smiling, her answer will be A giggle. She runs to the door when her Chawley boy rings And giggles. While helping him take off his cold winter things She giggles. When seated for sparking within the bright rays Of twenty per coal of the grate's cheery gaze She answers the sugary things that he says With giggles. If called to the bier of a dead, silent friend, 88

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first year student, John, but not from you. Absurd! John Well, guess again, John. There's only one thing left for it to be Oh! help him out. Theodore, he doesn't seem to know anything. Analyse it. That's the only way you'd expect to get it right. No, no, no, NO! This is positively the worst class in the school! Sit down, both of you! This is very, very poor work. Terribly poor work a-y I 'iQ TOO BAD Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eaft but food, Nothing to wear but clothes Sad indeed is my mood. Nothing to breath but air, Quick as a flash 'tis gone, Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on. Nothing to comb but hair, Nowhere to sleep but in bed, Nothing to weep but tears, Nothing to bury but dead. Nothing to sing but songs, Ah, well, alas! Alack! Nowhere to go but out, Not Not Not Thu Not Not Can here to come but back. Now hing to see but sights, ning to quench but thirst, hing to have but what we've got s thro' life we are cursed. ning to strike but a gait, Ever ning at all but common sense ything moves that goes, ever withstand these woes. ODE TO A TOM CAT lQWritten in dejection in bed-Time 3.30 p ni D Hark!-Ah! the tom cat! . The tawny-throated! Hark! from the moonlit gate post what a burst, 87

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She' d giggle. If Gabriel's Trump should bring time to an end, She' d giggle. If up to the great judgment bar she were led To list to her fate with the quick and the dead, She'd think it was funny and shake her foollhead And giggle. gl 9 f f K I 52 Q ld.. ... .551- T, x gil., 4 x7 f'Q,tV i s ig' tg! ' Q w hi A if 45' ' Thom's reserved seat at a basketball game Mr Serimgeour' Wh did 't . . . y n you come to class today? YO . d . .. ,, u misse my class on append1e1t1s. Fresh Young Thing: Uh, I am tired f th o ese organ reeitalsf Mr. King: Give a famous saying that a Well known general said on his retreat from the battlefield. C. Gorrell: You chase me now. The other day as Kell l M - C.. , y anc atheson were going home from sohool a tele hone ost fell on them inning them to the P 7 P is ground. Kelly Cto passer-b D: HH h Postmaster. y ey, t ere-Please run and get the Passer-by: What on earth do you Want him for? Kelly: To take this post offusf' Miss MacMillan: Take this sentence: 'Let tho eow be t k. ' ' a en out of the lot. What mood? Fred Howe.: The cow. 89 7