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

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lf. X.. THE COLLEGIATE LES REVERIES Dainty, Flfi!ll'Cl'-Sf lll1, Exqzlisite, fragile sta1's--- Slzotv-flakes are softly fvaffefl flofvn To earth. Dl'l1-fl,If'- lt comes lo-night, --Is I rualelz drifting a'orc'n C4lI7'l'I'lll!l the silent sleefillg fatale- The SIIOTU. Starlight To-niglrt-deep hlne l'1'lz'rf skies-gem-sturlfle1l-- CI'l'.fL'FlIf-l7100lI+jC'2l'L'lll'!l, .Yf'UI'h'l1.lljl sumo So 'white. Trvilightg Dusky slzarlowse Purple wil, gently d1'arc'h-- .-I song, a fear, a dream, a fear- Then peace. F. M. H.. X' O MOON MADNESS ll'inal ill- the trees, A moon abozfe pizza? the long low lap of the seas. I must arise to sit on a fork Full in the tilt of the b1'ee::1',' llfind in my hair Spray on my cheek, Moon. madness in my soul. Oh I must arise to stand on a hill Trees swaying Grass playing lVl11d in the trees .-1 moon. above .-Ind the long low lap of the seas. 1 R. Buchan, X O BECALMED Luffed, without breeze On tropical seas, Close onto a fortniglzt she Iiesg And the pitch from the seams Seeps down o'e1' the beams On. our cargo of sweet smelling sf'iee. For a uind 'we all ery, .-ls we helplessly lie On 'waters as smooth as a glass: .-ll-ld trembling we hear Of the fate that looms 'llflll' As the 'water runs lon' in the task. Om' lips parched and cracked! Yes, the 'water we lacked lflfonld be worth all our fargo and more, And 'we hide from the sun lVhe11, our light toil is done, And pray for a 'welvomihgl shore. For a cool steady breeze, lVhite foam on the sms, .4 Cask of elear 'water or ire. For 611611 the skiff Of a reseifing ship l'Ve'd gladly E'.T4.'lIGl1flF all our sfrnx' This rot in the hold That took all our gold To buy from the natives on slore. 'Tis as useless at last As an empty 'zvine Cask, 7 And we loathe its .sweet lvrratlz more and more. Ralph S. Miscncr

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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

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TI-IE COLLEGIATE. ODE IX OF HORACE See distant lofty Soracte ll ith gleaming snow-capped peakg And yonder groaning forest Under heavy burden weakj .-Ind the flowing water halted By the winter cold and bleak. Heap lzigh the 'wood upon tlze hearth Till a merry flame is fanu'd,' Pour forth, O Tlzaliarehu-s lVith still more generous hand From out rich Sabine 'zvinerjars Choicest wine in all the land. All else that can annoy you now Enttrust it to the gods For once they still the battling 'winds That rend the driven clouds- The cypress will no more be szvayed, Nor the aged ash-trees bowed. For to-morrou s cares let to-morrow care You know you fret in 'z'ain,' lfVhate'er of days the gods mcte out Is counted so much gain. And now my boy, talre this advice li lzich is both wise and sane-. Scorn not the amorous joys That belong to merry youth But eagerly spend tlze days outdoors :Ind the eifenings under the roof: For the dancing floor and lsoary agc Do not agree, in sooth. Mjllfll twiliglzt brings the trysting hour- .-lbove tlze bree:e's murmur Is heard the laughter of the girl Lying hidden in. the corner, ll'ailing for the searching lover lflfho comes with flowers to adorn her. .-1 soft snsurrus in the night- The twilight stillness broken By lo1'e s sweet promise being made In youthful ardourg a token He asks: the bracelet from her wrist Or her fnger-ring is 'taker-1. O SUN Suu- on a rock, gold on the lake, .-1nd I lie dosing The wind calls, the 1c'a'z'cs Call, Yet I lie reposilzg. Ah, the sun's rays creep softly dozen, Covering me zefth a coat of brown, llfind in the leaves, the trees wlrine, The waves call, but dreams are mine. O BEFORE A JUNE EXAM I meant to study lzard that day, But the slry was blue as blue could be, It 'was at day in June your see. The wind bleu' moelcingly in my hair, So what could I do but sit and stare, l'V0l1dC'l'illfl at God's glories there, And dream. O Fhmrcuce Brown, X Rachel Buchan, V R. E. B., V