Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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R THE SCHOOL YEAR 1961-1962 27 SUBJECTS Geography is fun to do, And sometimes we have something new: Countries, people, rivers, trees, Valleys, mountains, lakes and seas. Arithmetic we have to learn, But how those tables make me burn! Writing has to be so neat, lt's something you have got to beat. Reading l like best of all- Even more than playing ball. History is full of fun, About great battles being won. Then theres French. lt's nice to do, With verbs and conversation too. Then come Scripture, Singing, Gym - And that is almost everything. Last of all, we love our lunch, And line up for it in a bunch. We eat so much we almost burst, And always try to finish first! Christopher Laxton, Form Bll, SCHOOL School! oh, what a dreaded thing For most of us to swallow! Did I hear the school-bell ring? I hate a note so hollow! Subjects that I find the worst Are things like mathematics. Other things with which l'm cursed Are the school's fanatics. They are in the staff and boys- Oh, what a quaint collection! The last are noted most for noise, The others for correction! P. L. MacDermot, Form lllA

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SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE THE BUYING OF A DRESS The clock on the mantle-piece iingled out four, As Mrs. O'Donnell walked into a store. As she seated herself she discovered with glee That the dress she admired so was practically free. She summoned a salesman who corrected her speech By saying the dresses were twelve dollars each. She flew to a passion of fury and rage, And the clerk thought it silly of a woman her age. So he summoned the owner who silenced her fast, By saying thot those prices were used in the post. And so the old woman at last bought the dress, And her speedy departure the two men did bless. THE LONELY VALLEYS Down beyond the river, where the roses were red, J. Matheson, Form 3A. There the moss lay thick and green ln the lonely valleys. There, lovely thrushes sang their daily songs, and scattered to and fro, Down beyond the river, ln the lonely valleys. Timothy Frueh, Form TB DINOSAURS The Dinosaurs were animals That were very big, Not like our usual horse or cow, Or pig. The Dinosaurs were animals That lived long ago In lands that had no snow. They ruled the earth for T40 Million years, And when Tyrannosaurus Rex hunted Everyone was in tears. The old Podokesaurus wasn't Very tall, He was only two feet Small. The heaviest was heavier than Everyone. The Brachosaurus weighed Many a ton. The Allosaurus was the terror Of his day, When he was 'round everyone Fled away. Sixty million years ago, The last ot them did go. J. T. Mappin, Form A2.

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23 SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE WHY AM I ODD? I am a seven-year old girl, and I live in Little Rock, Arkansas. Our house is not very large, it has only three rooms and a bathroom. No one in the city will go near me, or else they yell, or throw sticks, or hit me. Why do they do these things? I think it is because my skin is brown lat least, my mother told me thatl, but this is not a good enough reason. My mother also told me that further north, where there are not so many negroes, nobody yells at them, and they do not have to sit at the back of the bus. Some people do not like me because I live in a dirty house and do not go to school some days. I can't help it, for since my father cannot get a job we have a small house, and some days it is dangerous for me to go to school, and there are no children in the classroom when I am in school, so that I am all alone. 1 I have one girl friend, She does not want to let people notice that she likes me- maybe because they will get mad at her, too. She says her parents have told her not to play with ch'ldren like me. Still, I do not understand why people do these things. Sometimes I wish that I had not been born, or that my mother had white skin, and I had a nice, big, clean house. Why cannot people with brown skins do bad things to people with white skins? I would not take advantage of this, as they do with me. I am not ugly, and I do not talk differently from my classmates. I have iust as much right to everything as they have, but they go to more places, see more movies, and get more allowance, than I do. So why am I treated this way? Why am I odd? Stuart Cryer, Form IV. THE BEAUTY OF THE CAT The cat is a very beautiful and extraordinary animal. It looks very sleek when standing erect. It is fast and sure footed. A cat has the beauty of a soft white cloud on a gentle breeze. The cat is graceful and full of poise. It has very sharp claws and soft padded feet. The cat's long tail is cocked in a perky way as it struts along. Cats like to be patted, stroked softly, and caressed. Did you ever notice how a cat licks its fur? I find that cats keep themselves clean this way. Cats are playful and make cute pets, but if you annoy them, they will scratch you. The cat's eyes are a beautiful green. Nature allows the cat to see in the dark. Their eyes shine very brightly, and look like two fireflies. I think that a cat is a wonderful animal and I would like very much to get one very soon. Michael Darling, Form IA.