Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School - Collegiate Yearbook (Sarnia, Ontario Canada)

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THE. COLLEGIATE 107 wgp i? all I Oli DY Then, rising with Aurora's light, The muse inuolzed, set down to writeg Blot out, correct, insert, refine, Enlarge, diminish, interlineg Be mindful, when inventions fail, ' 5' ' Y To scratch your head and bite your nails. O ' XVQNDER Best Poem in the Collegiate Conilvetiticm. Pali' mists of szlvcr- Pale moon of gold- Lozfoof a rnaidvzz Cllarms I mzfoldl Pageauts of color-- Battlcs array-- Hvlmets all fflfaminy- Plume.: all asivay. Pine trees that fcrlzispcr, Dark 'gaiizst the sky- Black seas of Quater- Stars-olz, so lziyli! I lozfe thc old thi-nys Old with decay: I marvel at new things But they pass away. Books that are' yellow- Paizztings all gray:- Brouscs of lzcrocs- ll'ozild that I may Find lzcarfs vase in bvanfy Of Ayres' long past, But-Life is rcality Drcams cannot last! o DUTCH LULLABY Clattcr, clatfrr, flatter, clatfvr, Iflfoodclz slzocs' rome pittcr pattcr Down among the tulips bendilzg In the Land of Happy Endira. l'Vil'l!1iWIill5 play and breezes blow, Happy children come and oo. Stories on liigli their nests are bllllflillfl Illcssagcs to mates tlzey'rf' svzidizm. Blossoms bright and perfume rarv, In tl.i.r land of 5lLI1JlI'lllL' fair. 1 -Swift A udrcy Hammett, Y . Q Marie Thompson,

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W6 THE co LLEGlATE jokes and jeers. Shylock played his part among taunits and thre-ats. An- tonio was somewhat unerved, Bas- sanio and Gratiano seemed to appeal to the crowd, and Salanio and Sala- rino were treated according to the news they brought. The boy wlho played Portia knew his partwell but the nobles were in a mood to drive Ariragon from the stage. The third act was now over and the sitiage fitted with a few chairs and table to represenit a law-court. Shylock as usual got more than his share of abuse from t'he actors and audience. Come, Jew, shouted Jack take thy money and go. The door is tired of waiting. Hold thy tonguef' Roger order- ed. Antonio speaks. That is right, Gratian'o, I ex- claimed. Drive the dog jew from the placef' Shylock at last left the stage a- mid a din of taunting voices. Portia was cheered and Bassanio com- mianded to give up his ring. At last th-e play ended. It had lasted almost three hours. At once the jostliing crowd rushed for the door, each voicing his opinion of the characters. At lasrt we passed out and immediately set off to the Thames. As we crossed it the sun wias' sinking in the west. The theatres stood out in bold outline against the sunset sky, silent senti- nels of the departing day.

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THE COLLEGIATE H ECTO.R'S FAREXYELL TO ANDROMACHE Translating from the Iliad Book YI Line 4-40 Then Heetor 'with the waving erest This hero bold, his wife caressed, Addressed lzer thus: Andromaehe, All this you say is earc for me And great distress, but still mueh more -Would I feel shamed, before The tearriors of Troy, if I Like an Aehaean dog should try To shrink from battle, since my heart Urges me forward-it is my part. For with them I have learned to faee The foremost Greek and keep my plaee. For Priam's honor I defend Illi-ne ofvn besides, 'whate'er the end But I know in my soul the fate Of saered Ilium's towering statef She will lie smoking in the dust. Not for Priam or his people must I fear, nor Heeuba, the Queen, Nor for my brothers to be seen, Though- noble and great, slain by the Not for this though great the fvoe But for you, when some armed host llfill lead you to a foreign post I'Veepi11g as you are taken atvayg All freedom lost upon that day. 1'ou'll be in Argos and your doom To weave another u'oma.n's loom And stern -necessity will 'weigh S0 hard upon you. They 'zeill say Seeing you weep, This teas the rc'-ife Of Hector, most 'valiant in the strife Of all the 'worthy sons of Priam. Fighting before saered Iliumf' lifhen someone will have said this thing-- Then in your heart fresh grief -:ell sprirg For lack of me a man so true To 'ward of slavery from yin: But may a heap of earth be spread To eo-ner me, since I'll be dead, Before your frenzied eries I hear .-ls you are dragged away in fear. fue. o ANSVVER It teas high noon i11 Italy I sat upon a hill I saw the bay, the lovely day I looked and looked,-until, I saw a dozfe 'with searlet wings And there tuitlzin his beak, He held a cocked-hat note, 'tfeas loelcrd lifith green 'wan' on eaeh eheek. I shoke O jolly postman, pray Suspend your flight and rest, And deign to give that letter up, 'Tis I she loves the bestf' x I bribed him with a bit of grain He said his thanks and fled, He feared that he would lose an I opened it and read. hour, 0 MYSELF I have to live 'with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know, Alteays to look myself straight in the eye. I don't want to stand 'with the setting s-un And hate myself for the things I ae done. I want to 110 out with my head erect, I want to ale'ser'zfe all men's respeetg But here in the struggle for fame and pelf I want to be able to like myself. I don't teant to look at myself and knote That I'm bluster and bluff and empty-sho-:cn I never can fool myself and so lfVhate'zfer happens, I 'want to be Self-respecting and con-science-free. Amlrey llznmnctt. V Ken. Myers. Y Grace Baird, SA Coll