Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE kind heart and a pair of black eyes. His friendly animals loved him. He loved his friendly animals too. One day a strange Chief and his tribe came to Nuka's wood. They wanted to hunt Nuka's animals. Nuka went to the Chief and said, Do not come to my woods. You would hunt my animals and make them into stew. So please go away with your tribe, and I will give you my white Wampum belt. The strange Chief went away, and Nuka and his friendly animals lived happily ever after. .-X. B., Form B. DEATH AWAITS lfith a deep and resounding elitk The key of death turns in the loek, Seem: to open the gate to hell :Ind sound: the pri.foner'.f death knell. The noite of thejailerlr marehingfeet Seefnx like the ever approaehing beat Of Satan'J .reheming .vfacengers Coming to earth af dark avengers. The ltlaek hart and wmjul -walls Remind him of the eojinlv pulls, .ind he can see .ftanding alone The .rite of hiffuture tombstone. Growling thunder adds to hi: woe .JJ it heat: a rumbling erescendo. Lightning-Haxhef now are lashing Him, like a whip in a thrashing. .igain he heart the znarehingfeet, Soon .vomhre death he will meet, For mortalitri-'.r mate: hit soul await .11 death is hixfrighyhtlfate. Ilfith wristx, neek and ankles hare He if plated in the eleetrie-chair, Then metal rlaznp: are put on the .rpotx But the prisoner has lost his thoughts. The .vkin sizzles, theflesh flashes, .is the executioner daxhex The li:-elv le:-er down and .fhootf Boltx .vlifing through to the root.f. Nou' through the glowing .vhrouds of death Come: the hot .fear of Satan'.r hreath, Drawing another evil .rpirit .lwa-v to hixflaming pit. A. T. Form 6. l20l

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 1942- 1943 THE SPEED OF ANIMALS F the fastest animal, the fastest fish, the fastest insect, and the fastest bird had a hun- dred yard's race, which do you think would win F As most people know, the bird would win by a very large margin. The type of bird that has a very fast rate of speed is the bird of prey. It earns its food in a peculiar manner. It climbs high into the sky, and when it sees a likely meal flying below, it power-dives on the bird and knocks the life out of it with one of its talons. It is during this tremendous stoop or power-dive that the bird of prey proves that it is the fastest thing alive. ' The speediest bird of prey is the peregrine falcon. Here is an experience of a pilot who was flying a small pursuit plane in America. This pilot noticed a Hight of ducks far below and ahead of him. Thinking that he could have some practice at diving at a moving object, he opened the throttle and hurtled down after the ducks. Just then he saw a peregrine falcon shoot past his plane. The falcon most probably thought that the plane was after the ducks and it determined to get there first. It did, and knocked one of the ducks lifeless to the ground. The pilot said that his air-speed needle read 175 m. p. h. as the bird passed his plane, and insisted that it was travelling two feet to his one. The winner of the second prize would be the animal. The fastest animal in the world is the cheetah, which the Rajahs of India use for racing the antelope across the plains and then killing it. One was once clocked at 70 m. p. h. This animal has very long legs and its whole body is built for speed. Coming in third place would be the fish. The fastest type known is the sailiish, a species of swordfish. One, when caught, took out a deep-sea lisherman's line at the rate of a hundred yards in three seconds, which works out to over 60 m. p. h. The insect, the loser, is not far behind the sailfish. The speediest of all insects is the dragon-fly, the fastest type being found in Australia. A man once held a stop watch on one that was patrolling up and down a mountain stream. He said that the dragon-fly had Hown at some 55 m. p. h. But we do not all get a chance to see these animals in action. If you have ever been in the north woods at night you may have seen an owl, a bird that can Hy at 40 m. p. h. in the dark. This shows the remarkable speed of some animals, very different from the speed of a sprinting human. G. T., Form 4. THE BIG INDIAN NCE upon a time there was a big Indian. He had a big black bear. He had a big brown deer. He had a big white rabbit. He had a big brown dog. He had a belt of white Wampum. He had a belt of pink Wampum. He had a belt of purple wamw pum. He had a big tan wigwam. He had a big name, Nuka-ib-kada-va . He had a big l19l

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR 1942 -1943 WAR INSPIRATION HE sun rays clenched his body like a vice. He wiped his sweat-soaked face, and wrote on. He mumbled to himself: To-day they attacked our supply ships off- shore and sank two of them, but not one Japanese plane of the forty attackers re- turned to tell of the glorious victory... This man was Richard Tregaskis, American Correspondent stationed at Guadalcanal since the landing by the marines. Many actual adventures of American lighters and his own strange life on the island inspired him to write Guadalcanal Diary, and it became one of the best sellers within a short time, because it was a true narration of the landing and subsequent operations. The war has even entered the art galleries. As I walked up the marble steps into a large hall, I felt the impact of modern art. I walked into an adjoining room and per- ceived, to my immediate delight, many beautiful modern paintings, done by people from all the Americas. I left this interesting showing fifteen minutes later and went to the XYar Posters Exhibition. The room was spotted with bright colours well blended with the sun rays streaming through the large glass windows. Strangely enough, this was the only room in the building that had many large windows in it. The war had certainly inspired the minds of many artists to paint these war posters. The next room offered a light variety, but war was still the predominant theme. There were paintings of flyers, soldiers and sailors, of ships, burning cities and many other wartime occurrences. As I left I had the impression that this was a new branch of modern art caused by the suffering and sorrow of a war ravaged world. There are no trenches dug in the park, not yet. There are no soldiers falling out of the sky, It's a line clear day in the park ..... he mumbles to himself. He believes that this is a good theme, and so writes on. When they woke they saw the planes with the black crosses... The truth of these words can be easily proved by the miserable citizens of XYarsaw and Rotterdam. The people of Europe had tried not to think that war was overrunning their peaceful lands. How mis- taken they were in doing this they soon found out. Stephen Vincent Benet, one of :Kmerica's foremost poets, was soon inspired to write on war and destruction after the Second YVorld YVar had broken out. He is begin! ning a poem, which he later entitled Nightmare At Noon. What a terrific A' Night- mare At Noon must have occurred in the unprotected city of Rotterdam! He knows that the reality of war has only struck a small percentage of Americans- people that have had their sons and brothers and husbands killed in some far off land. Like many other great poets of America, the realism of total warfare and the im- portance of being free has at last struck him and pierced his hard outer shell of supposed self-protection and reached his real inner feelings that have fallen into the background in the PHSK few years before the war. The bemoaning banshee wails strike forth across the lonely stillness of Leningrad- Atop The Conservatory of Music Building stands a fire-watcher erect and alert observing llll