St Catharines Teachers College - Compendium Yearbook (St Catharines, Ontario Canada)

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A kiss - a simple kiss - So sweet - so soft, So gentle and serene. Darkness touching Lightg Moonbeams dancing through the Night - One gentle kiss As two become just one. The world floats far below And All is in great ecstacy - Sheer happiness. Days and Nights fly by Unnoticed. And all Doors open wide. Such sweetness - ! Such sweetness, it seems, Cannot last. A soft 'good-bye', and all is gone - The heart in such great ecstacy A short time before ls suddenly plunged Into a burning Hell of torture - Misery wracks the soul. Uncertainty makes dizzy the brain. Questions with no reply Fill the thoughts. Love remains unanswered. And now only a dream of Hope remains. Catherine May Cool, meand'ring brook, Swiftly flowing o'er the rocks, Beyond the valley. Zenia Fedoriw

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EXPLORING Anne and l are going exploring today. Anne found a clam shell. l found oyster shells. Anne and 1 found the green stones. Melanie came with her boyfriend called Terry. Melanie is sleeping with Terry. Terry said to Melanie let's get married. Anne and l said sham, sham. Karen Rienzo Cpupil of John Franklinl Happiness is . having your master walk into the classroom when you are teaching your best lesson for the week. ..having a dry road to walk on to the portables. . . moving into the new building before May. . .having at least lg of the teaching aids suggested by Miss Dundas. . . being exempted in all your subjects. . . getting a D in teaching and discovering it was a mistake. . . using the Discovery Method with more than teaching. Marilyn Matson

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T0 A FRIEND It is a time, two times ago. It was a place - an Eden. For one fleeting moment We shared - we loved. lf it were love, Why have you grown cold? Oh, how it hurts me, Now that you are cold - Now that you have gone, And turned to stone. Peter Arista REMEMBER Some lonely eve when you're lonely And the skies are dark, stopg Remember the year past. That year of nineteen and twenty - We finished our teens. Remember the time pasted in dreams - The kisses - the words of fidelity? Remember the rain - the tears? They are held by the wings of Time, And the shadow of reality. Peter Arista FIRST DAY lt was my first day! I was terrified - not at the prospect of teaching but at the size of my class. They were in Grade 8, grown-up and so tall. I KNEW they were watching my every move - waiting for me to make a slip. My history lesson progressed quite well - almost too well. I sensed that something had to go wrong. The blackboard summary was covered by a series of maps. As I pulled one to reveal my summary, the staples holding the map gave way, the map crashed down and covered me completely. There I stood embarassed and dressed in the map of Canada. Lorelei Secord