Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR I963-1964 31 A View Of Montreal Looking through the open window of my car, I gazed intently at the stately homes and wide front lawns of the City of Westmount. Houses of vast size extended for miles along the quiet street. Occasionally the silence was broken by a passing car or bicycle. Looking beyond this pleasant scene I beheld a panorama of the surrounding city. Far away in the distance were mountains which looked purple against the horizonp while in the foreground was the St. Lawrence River whose waters were spanned by towering bridges, each a masterpiece in itself. There were Montreal's loftiest buildings protruding into the sky. The Place Ville Marie appeared as a sparkling mass of steel reflected in the sunlight. Dorchester Street, in the heart of Montreal, looked like two thin lines along which ants were crawling. A mist was settling on the St. Lawrence, and the boats, laden with goods, were no longer visible. Soon very little of the city could be seen. Slowly people started to drive away, but hoping that the mist would rise I remained behind. Night was approaching. Lights became visible through the mist, and I could make out the headlights of cars, whose occupants were rushing home for their evening meals. Soon the mist lifted, and I again saw Montreal, but this time in a different form. Now only the lights along the banks of the St. Lawrence were visible and not the river itself. However, occasionally a beam of light from a passing boat shone upon the waterway, and for a moment I caught a glance of the still, black water. I heard the piercing cry of a train's whistle rushing through the night. I visualized the people having dinner or sleeping as they passed the outskirts of the city. Soon they would arrive at Windsor Station. A searchlight from atop the Place Ville Marie cast its wandering glance around the metropolis, as if to assure itself that everything was all right. Suddenly in the distance I saw an orange flame leap into the sky. For an instant the neighbouring buildings were lit up, and I could discern every detail. The fire spread, igniting some of the surrounding houses. I was sure that the fire station would have been notified by then, and as it turned out I was correct. For within half an hour the fire had been put out. Realizing that it was late, and that I was the only person left in the black of the night, I started my car and soon arrived home. In bed I lay awake thinking of the beautiful view that I had iust witnessed. John McCallum IForm IV AJ OSCAR My story starts one morning in a little village called Birnine, near Lytton. It is at 6248 Spruce Street, and Mr. and Mrs. McRambler are having breakfast. David their son has already left for school. He is twelve years old and very smart in latin and mathematics. Penny the parrot, is eating her morning meal of bird seed. Oscar the cat, is also having his morning meal of hot cream. Oscar is a quiet and intelligent cat. Penny on the other hand is stupid, but full of talk. Oscar who is black and white with blue eyes is now washing himself. Penny has finished eating and is looking at herself in the mirror and saying to herself, Pretty Penny, what a pretty bird . Oscar busy wash- ing his ears, looks up at Penny in her gilded cage ond says to himself, What a miserable nuisance you are. One day I shall eat you. Next day the family went out for a picnic leaving Oscar and Penny in charge of the house. Once they were out of sight Oscar iumped down from the window sill and walked over to the cage. Penny flew around in terror. Next Oscar opened the cage door by lifting the latch. Penny flew out, Oscar iumped down, and the chase was on. China cups smashed, salt spilled all over the carpet, two books landed on Mrs. McRambler's best vase and there was a terrible crash, but this mess did not bother

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SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGAZINE So, if you're an old lady Who wants to cross a street, Be sure to have a Boy Scout by Who's nippy on his feet! John Matheson Cform VJ SPRING When winter's snows have lost their frigid sting And left behind morass and heavy mud, When hapy birds again are on the wing Above the nascent grass and bursting bud, When browns and grays become a verdure bright ln ioyous answer to the warming sun, When timid fledglings leave their nests for flight, Part of a pageant of new life begun, When bees are hovering amongst the flowers To gather sweetness for their busy hive, When fields of green are washed by passing showers And all creation is once more alive, Behold and marvel at the spectacle Of Nature's wondrous annual miracle! Andrew Schindler lform Vlj SAIVISON Of all the men upon the earth, Samson was the strongest. His mother vowed upon his birth, His hair would grow the longest. Delilah was his wicked wife, Who knew his secret powers, She shaved his hair off whith a knife, Which left him weak for hours! Then he was put to slavery And blinded with a spear, He had to wait for bravery Until he grew his hair. Then taken to the temple, Where the people laughed at him, Strong Samson flexed his muscles And the walls came tumbling in. Thornley Stoker TA. IVIY SISTERS Sisters can be good or bad, And make my day seem very sad. My oldest one is more like Mum, My youngest one is very dumb The middling one is more like me, She makes us laugh a lot, you see. Occasionally I love them all - But those days hardly come at all. And when they're out with boys at night l don't have anyone to fight! lan Stephens lform All

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.52 SELWYN HOUSE SCHOOL MAGALINE Oscar, and he went right on with the chase. At last poor Penny found an open window and flew right out. Then Oscar said to himself, Ah, that is the end of her. A free house to myself. Oscar now went to sleep with joy. Three hours later the family came home and to Oscar's horror, Penny was sitting on David's shoulder. Mrs. McRambler then said, What a mess. You naughty cat. You almost scared poor Penny out of her wits. Huh, she doesn't have any , said Oscar to himself. You will have to be punished , she said, but Oscar iust ignored this. They then put Penny back in her cage. Oscar walked back to his bed in a bad mood because Penny was back. As Oscar settled down to sleep he looked up at Penny and said to himself, One day .... John Wooler, AI THE PENGUIN The penguin is an incredible little animal that looks like a man with a white shirt, a bowtie, and tails. He moves with pert movements of his head. Each season they migrate between the poles and on their way they sometimes meet their worst enemy, the sea leopard. Their only other enemy is the skua gull. It sneaks up and whenever the penguin moves off it's nest, the skua gull takes an egg and leaves the rookeries, leaving the penguin to scream with rage. In the Antarctic, where it is extremely cold, when the penguin gets tired of waddling around, he flops on his stomach and toboggans around. For a long time you could look around all the rookeries and see a fight going on wherever you looked! These fights are due to mating, and are performed by the males who want the some mate. They start by aiming blows at each other, one using his left flipper, the other his right. When the two penguins get tired of this, they peck at each other. The victor sidles meekly up to the lady of his choice. That is not all though, for the female may want to try out his courage and patience more by pecking the male till she is satisfied. The male gives a stone as a wedding present and gathers other stones to outline the x'scoop or nest. Some stones are found in last year's nests, but others are iust picked up. A robber is frequently seen running in and out of the nests, being pecked as he goes along! The go-getter builds his nest quickly, but the lazy ones are robbed from right under their eyes! Nurseries are weaving in and out of the nests too, with old penguins, who do not breed anymore, leading them. KELLY CAVANAGH A-1 The Autobiography Of An Old Dog Soon after I was born, I was brought to the S.P.C.A. The people who owned my mother could not keep the whole litter of puppies. In the beginning, I was terribly lonely. Eventually, I found some friends who were in the same predicament. Every day, people came to inspect us. Sometimes they bought one of us. One day, a man came and inquired about a good-natured dog. The keeper suggested me and so I became the property of the Smith family. For a few days, all was well. Soon, however, the children lost all interest in me. Days passed without any sign of companionship. I knew no one loved me so I decided to find myself a home where I would be wanted. One night I ran away. Soon I discovered that freedom had problems, too. Food was one of them and shelter another. I made up my mind to follow the first person who would act kindly toward me. No one seemed to notice me, but I did not give up hope. One day, a young boy stopped to pet me, disregarding my shabby appearance. I could