Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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SFLWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE Qu Qirzraih. Hector Nlclilain, gunner of a ten ton metal monster, cautiously opened the hatch and looked skywards. ln the North-west there were several small specks, so he grabbed the driven-'s binoculars and looked at them. He could not see their insignia, but he could tell from their design that they were not British. Hector was part of the crew of a tank in the 32nd Tank Corps en route with a column of troops, and transports full of munitions and supplies. The planes were heading in their direction, so the commander of the Column, Captain James Devenish, signalled to the others to increase speed. By the time the planes were overhead the whole column had started zig-zagging in and out of bumps and dunes at a speed of twenty-live miles an hour. The planes zoomed overhead for three hours, dropping tons of high explosives and incendiaries. Twice a tank almost got stuck in a bomb-crater and once a food lorry got stuck in one and had to be pulled out after the raid. Suddenly the planes turned and scur- ried for home, with Hurricanes and Spitlires on their tails. P. A., Form 2. Gttohzr. ----- So, till Spring, an resoir. J Friend'.v mire, with ity .f071ff07 f7'iF77ll,5 ear. Though 'tif not now that voirejztll time ofrvear That yozttlyfzzl fh0ri.fter.f in fervour hymn, Chanting O Spring! , lVhen all Godff worldfndr ,rongr t0 Jing, Ui But riper Jutumn, the late lovelv time, IV hen la-wnr, .shy of the over-amorou.r .i-un, Don veilr of ,vilverlv rime, ,ind leaves, their patient lark of .rhade and nurture done, Takefeflal tintr, nor Spring nor Szmzmer knerc, Of rlthbr, amher, jarinth V- while the hue ly' Heatierfr arrh, that light ir loath to leave, Deepenf and flearx, until it .feemf to harden To .meh a sapphire ay, in magie garden, .iladdin found f or :ldam in the ever of Eve. lilnst .iutumn parting prerage a love dead ? See - the hrave plant, its ,r1tn1mc'rIrapping.f Jhed, Nertler in Ear-th'.v kind hosom, holding ronrtant lye, Compafl with purpoxe, fill .1p0llo, rife IVith glowing henixonforfaith well kept, Drawr, 'mid the paean of Chlorix' nnvmpholept, New rainbow-hloomr, with fra granre, to new da-vg Reminding men God meant -what He did ray. l20l

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 1940--19-Il jfrum the ifuniur Qtbnnl. A 'I'RI'lr1 STORY I once saw a cottage of thatch: I knocked and lifted the latch: :Ks I went through the rooms, Is your roof made of brooms I , I asked in that cottage of thatch. J. C., Form B. I WONDER P W'ho knows where a monkey goes F Cp a tree: W'ho knows where a man with a telescope goes 7 Out to sea: W'ho knows where I go ? No one but me I T. P., Form B. SCRIPTURF, FORM C. fllirs ---- . W'hat happened when the priests walked round and round Jericho ? .111.fu'e1'.' They got dizzy I Q Besrriptiun of an Earthquake. The hot summer sun beats down mercilessly on the human body in the old Turkish town of Kastamuni. The old twisty streets are lined with crooked white houses, while swarming people shop at quaint booths which display the usual goods. The people perform their daily duties in utter oblivion of the approaching disaster. Suddenly the chosen moment comes. A shock runs through the small town of Kastamuni, and the big Mosque on the northern side of the town crumbles to the ground like a pack of cards. In its place arises a column of dust some hundred feet in height, while other surrounding buildings crash to the ground leaving the same tell-tale mark of disaster. Terrorized people rush out of wavering houses. W'omen and children shriek in the streets. Men rush to stricken buildings and pull out mangled friends and relations from under piles of debris. Others simplify matters by fainting. A terrorized horse and cart rushes riderless by. A second shock succeeds the firstg more houses are shattered to the ground, including the power-house, which rocks for a few seconds before it falls to the earth, making matters worse for the coming night by hindering the salvage work, for the town will be plunged into darkness. Luckily it is summer, and the days are long. How- ever, that shock is the last, and people have more time to devote their attention to others than their own family, which has naturally been their sole thought during the earthquake. Meanwhile on seismographs all over the world the earthquake has been recorded, and reporters are on their way to take pictures of the calamity, which has so sorely shaken the little town of Kastamuni. J. C. S. P., Form 3.-X. l19l

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 1940-1941 .ifriendfr Uoife f znnjie tofrieizdfr ear. To .fongf like there Lore alone .fetx the lee-v: 'Tix tha: the leaves of the re5pon,vi:'e free Choir the ytill, tangent n11zr1nm'.v ofthe deic, Re-greelin g the warm earth-heart whenee they drew, .1 .ferret bonrdon - lrnlv, not ,vo heard .15 apperfeieed- the Il7'6lllII-flIOI!g'hl.V of a bird, .iwakening in the woodland rill-born mirl, I1'hen drowxing starr to da-zen-.fhowerf whisper Hix! l The year in Jplendom' dier its phcenix-death, lHow pare itx shroud if .fhriz-en by 1l'inter',v breath l l. Still roinef the .vong of-faith lo all who hear A .1 song of promife - pledgingfnll and elear That Love, like Natare'J brave perennial plant, Knowx times of wire repoxal, and ,vhall want .Vo wealth offoliage, or bloom, orfruit llfhen the new .ran Shall elarion gloriously, .lwahel Lise, love and -work again, .J New Year if begun. C. T. A., COct0ber, 19-1-OD Lyric: a song, reflecting the personal thoughts and feelings of the writer. lDictionary 9. R. Browning, to Benson. YVhich class of my poems do you like best, Archbishop ? Ed. Cantuar. Your lyrics. R. B. lboundingl. Lyrics! I've got deskfuls of them l Lyric: Melodic verbiage 8: vaporous meaning. lC.T..-LJ Ulu a hinlin. How ran .meh .rounds eonzefroin a pieee of wood llfith four .vtringr .rtretehed aerors a wooden bridge? How fan .rome hor-.re-hair, lightened to a bow, Bring melodies and theinerforth to the ear? .ind 'vet thir mart ha ve been a free that .ftood .ilnong .fo man-v other: on a ridge: .ind some bold woodrznan, eliznbingfronz below, Whistling as brave a tune as now I hear, Lyred his axe, and felled it to the ground. Lind in that death a lozfelier lie waxfound. J. S. C., Form 6. l?-ll