Stratford Central Secondary School - Collegian Yearbook (Stratford, Ontario Canada)

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COLLEGIAN, '930 Y-7,57 T7 P ' 4 ' 1' ff 'Q 2 . Q , AJ x FFGV fi 5' ' . x all-ii' -.1 Ai 3 I Viillml f ffm . f ' Wills., l 99 SENIOR PRIZE POEJI Foo Fog: Dense fog. Its black pall floating Through the streets Olbscuring everything There. Darkness, Extending upward To the impenetrable skyg Dull, hazy lamp-posts Are scarcely Seen. Hidden, And veiled By vast curtains Of deep black mist, The throbbing city Now seems Dead. -J. A. W. JUNIOR PRIZE ROEM WOODLAND FAIRIES Far away o'er western prairies Where the hazy foothills rise, Gaily dwells a host of fairies Underneath the smiling skies. Woodland folk are sprightly danc ing In the springtime's gentle breeze Verdant leaves are ever prancing To the hum of golden bees. These fairy folk of every hue Are flowers, in fairy guiseg The modest violet tipped with dew Reigns supreme in elfin eyes. As softly evening shadows fall Lilies bow their vvaxen headsg In answer to the vesper call Silence o'er the woodland spreads. -Merle Kennedy 2B k6Q.-

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COLLELGIAN, 1930 When Louise arrived, she was de- lighted, and exclaimed, No excuse for not coming to play tennis now, May. Oh yes, but you know very well I can't play tennis, replied May. Yes, but you might try. Where there's a will, there's always a way. You are not lacking the way, for you have your racket, and l am will- ing -to teach you as much as l know, May. We'll go and start tomorrow. Will you? May agreed to do this. As much as Louise knew was really a good deal. She was quite an expert and could play a game with anyone. Day after day the two chums went to the court and practised hard, and at last May could play quite well and seemed to be enjoying herself at the game. ln the daily paper one night, it was announced that there would be a Tennis Tournament again this year. Louise hurried to lVlay's home to tell her the news. 'il-low about it, May? she asked, Let's enter. Oh, you silly, as if I would, answered May. Aw, some on! Be a sport, May. Well, then, I guess l will, if it's only to be a good sport. So the two girls sent in their en- tries. When May and Louise went to school next day, everyone was ex- cited, talking about the Tennis Tour- nament. Ml expect Louise will enter, ex- claimed one girl. She's likely to win, too, added another. The chums overheard this remark and May smiled, and said, Sure she will! The day of the Tournament ar- rived. The games were to be played on the school courts and there was already a crowd of people waiting for them to begin. Louise's turn came at last. No one was much sur- prised at her winning, for she was recognized quite generally as iihe school's tennis champion. All the same, May was glad Louise had won her game. After what seemed ages to her, lVlay's turn came. Although she was excited she played very well and scored over her opponent. Every- one was shocked when lVlay walked into the court. No one thought she could play. But more shocked were they when they saw how skillfully she played, and won the game. There were still a few games to be played. May and Louise stood amongst a batch of school-girls. Who do you think will win the first place. May? asked one. Well, dearie me, l don't think- l know! Vlfhy Louise will, of course, surely you all knew that! And then, who will get the se- cond? asked another. Well, I will, answered May. And, just to prove that many a true word is spoken in jest, she did. May is now a changed girl. She is very enthusiastic over 'tennis and does not say unkind things of her aunt. TO--- ? Oh, would I could play tennis! With graceful measures move And you to toss the ball back And when you ask me for the score To whisper, Forty-love. I Azh, would I were a mighty cook In that I'd find sweet bliss The sweetest taffy balls I'd make And wrap them up like this I'd bring a box and offer them And say, My dear, a kiss ? Aih would I were a gardener For you I'd grow sweet slifps For you I'd grow the fairest f1ow'rs The reddest of tulips I'd pluck you some, and give you them And say, I love two-lips. J. W. ....59...

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COLLEGIAN, 1930 FIRST PRIZE RONDEA U That Life Is Good That life is good, we all may know, If in this habit we can grow, Of placing first, where they should be, The things that count -morality, And faith and hope and sweet content. To plant these things within your heart, Will give that better life a start, And make you know within yourself, That life is good. All outward circumstance of sin Comes from the wrong desire within, And m.an's conception, so untrue, 1Has led him so much wrong to do, And yet he knows, though he be blind That life is good. -J.A.- WHEN KNOWLEDGE COMES When Knowledge comes, do men grow better? What though they loose the hated fetter That binds them down to simple life, There follows in its wake such strife, That man's last state is often worse. For it is knowledge, when we know The origin of cloud, rain, snow, Or does our life much happier grow When Knowledge comes? 'For have men got the wisdom yet In Nature and in God to set Their thoughts and love and hope Instead of striving here to grope In their conceit, for things not first When Knowledge comes? JA TO GAIN THE PRIZE To gain the prize this poem I write A rondeau called in terms polite, And tho' 'tis but a poor attempt, Perchance the prize of which l dreamt Will come within my greedy sight. To those who see its inner light Will no doubt see it shining bright, For every wile and trick I tempt, To gain the prize! Such common stuff! Indeed a blight! So this I offer quite contrite. My crudest humour is exempt My subtle wit much too unkempt. On form alone remains the fight To gain the prize! -J.W. SCHOOL SONG On Stratford High School! On Stratford High School! Tear right through that line Down the field and past the goal And make a score this time. RAI-I! RAI-I! RAI-I! On Stratford High School! On Stratford High School! Fight on for your fame. Fight, fellows, fight, and we will Win this game! -FRASER HAY. -61-