St Andrews High School - Seaside Reveries Yearbook (St Andrews, New Brunswick Canada)

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Drm oy A WARRIOR when I opened my desk the other day, A battered And in the book in the corner lay, centre a hole rimmed in red Through which a deadly bullet had sped. I opened 1 t up and like the tide on the sea The waves of time turned back for me. It started And never I lay all Until I wa CHow was I That only And with u who wouldn He wasn't So they ca To this la And straye Like a tig We sneaked , WThis is April M, '17 an enemy I have seen. day in a filthy hole s called upon patrol. to know, that of that five I would return alive?D s went a 't speak friendly lled him d I took d not fro er stalking his prey, along both night and day. funny SU? and wouldn't try. to most folk, 'The silent onen in joke. a great like m him during that hike. The next night the bombs began to fly And shells As through I knew many a lad would never see home agai While I wa I felt a p I thought But then a The Silent Carried me Just as he A sniper's Before he He said to cut fiery paths across the sky. the night came cries of pain, n. s trying to do my part, ain just over my heart. this would be my last ride, figure dashed to my side, One, for it was he, across that bloody sea. laid me down, like a whistling fife bullet sought his life. closed his eyes in death, me with rasping breath, WI guess this is it, Cap., so listen well, A little s Of how I c tory I want to tell ame to be The wreck of a man you now see. I guess it was meant to be But why did it have to happen to me?W He had found a girl that was his life And she had promised to be his wife. when the war started he came over the sea And her love was not as true as he. I tried to quiet him down and said, nDrink this now and forget your loven, But he had gone to meet the warrior above. q As I was wondering why I did not die I saw that through my diary the bullet did fly 1 bound up my wound with a piece of my shirt,

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Then I laid my friend beneath the dirt. I buried him there where he had bled with a rock at his feet and a cross at his head. As this I did read, there was a tear in my eye And, though I am a grown man, I could not help but cry, And as I think of that battered cross In my slumber I will toss Because my heart is filled with strife, For his lost lover is --- my wife. Larry Gaynor Grade X. tldlwlsl-Guh!-l'lI4l'll'G4l'll'tl-ml-tl-sldd-Gilwlslnlwl' gnossnm TH-gg STRAITSMOF GEORGIA At exactly 6 a.m., the C. P. R. steamship Princess Margueriteu gives three, short farewell blasts and pulls out into the harbour leaving the sleeping city of Nanaimo behind. The seagulls, self-appointed convoys, follow the ship, until it reaches the deep green waters of the Strait. Having guard- ed the ship this far the gulls leave, content that the Marg- ueriteu can continue its journey without further aid from theme As the shoreline of Vancouver Island fades in the distance, the sky gradually changes from the sooty grey of night to the ethereal pink of dawn and from the dawn to the yellow brightness of the new day. Finally the island sinks from view and the only sight for miles and miles is the mono- tonous dancing of a trillion turbulent green waves. Occasion- ally a tug boat will pass, looking small but determined, as it is tossed by the furious, green giant beneath it. Now and again an aeroplane passes overhead, but it, too, goes on and the ship is once more left alone on the far reaching Pacific. At last the cold gray of the coast mountains ap- pears on the horizon. The ocean becomes calmer and calmer,and eventually another band of seagulls comes to guide the ship for the remainder of its journey. Suddenly three, sharp whistles announce that the steamer is nearing Lion s Gate Bridge, the gateway to Vancouver. Left behind are the fury and might of the Pacific. Ahead is the hustle and bustle of that busy Canadian city, Vancouver. Kathryn Hart Grade XI. I el-tl I I ll-G-G41 I-ml-ll-C-fl'f!4!'4l-G-tl-al I A 1. when I'm a man 2. When I'm a man I think I'll be I think I'll be A sailor on A cowboy on The deep, blue sea. The lone prairie 3. There are a million things I'd like to be, But I think I will Just be me. Sandy Leim Grade L-