Tillsonburg District High School - Tatler Yearbook (Tillsonburg, Ontario Canada)

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MEUS CONDISCIPULUS Carolus est meus condiscipulus. Validis- simus maximus-que est. Oculi eius per vitrum vident. Pulchras puellas amat. Quattuor fratres et duas sorores habet. Multas vaccas habet et eas prima luce et vespero curat. Melior athleta est. Ludum pilae in calathum iaciendae ludit. Celer- rime trans glaciem cum baculo volat. Nemo non eius amicus est, praesertim Gordius Faenum, noster magister historiae. Jack Tanner, XII. ..i.i.Ol.l.. SERVI LIBRORUM Discipuli huius ludi servi librorum sunt. Strues fheapsj eorum quaque nocte ad nostras domos portamus. Interdum omnes nostros labores non facimus et postridie ab nostris magistris punimur. Aliae res jucundae et faciles sunt, aliae aridae dif- ficilesque sunt, sed omnes tempus requi- runt. Fortasse aliquo die tempus sed non facultatem discendi mea studia habebo. Ena Bradfield, XII. i.l.-icyl--4 RES A student has suggested that the word exafmimvtiow, might be derived from the Latin verb exanimo which means kill through grief or fear. All agreed?'? ' Ik wk ik An aspiring linguist in Grade 12 re- minds us, with regard to Latin third declension nouns, that All us men are neuter for to the less literate, -al, -us, -men -arlj ! ! ! And from Grade 13, we heard the following: Miss Ostrander: Pourquoi etudie-t-on le francais dans les lycees de la province d'Ontario? Harvey Smith: Parce qu'il y a beaucoup de Francaises pres d'ici. it Sk if For those of you zealous Latin fanatics who would like to widen your vocabularies, we offer the following modern creations. We should advise you, however, to accept them lightly, for we somehow have a sneaking suspicion that Miss Grieve would not accept them at alll to die . . . bucketum kickare. to laugh at, deride, ridicule . . . yeko, yekere, yak, yak, ha, ha. Cirregular verbj G4 to torture . . . ad ludum mittere to study French or to take a study period . . . snoro, snorare, sleepi, sleptum. fiend, torturer, dictator . . . principal, principalis tml report card . . . 'fail, fatalis feb. 1 1 When the Grade 11 French exam de- manded a synonym for mari, one mind in desperation suggested viellard? Ill ik IF Also from Grade 11 comes the follow- ing effort from the Easter exam in Latin sight: The sentence: Caesar in Britanniam cum maioribus venit. The translation: Caesar came into Britain with some Maori troops. 1 1 1 And then there was this one: - French Teacher: Will you please trans- late this sentence: 'Mon chien est plus joli que celui de mon professeur'. Student: My dog is better looking than my teacher. ll lk Sk Miss Grieve told Grade 12 that the test for a good piece of Latin prose is Does it make sense if you've never seen it be- fore? Well, having just looked over a few pages of Livy for the first time, we've decided that that doesn't make much sense. Therefore, we have reached the conclusion that everyone else in the world is wrong in considering Livy to be a great writer! . . . or are we just naturally stupid? ! ! 1 1 While nosing through a neighbour's Latin text, we stumbled Qas we usually do in Latinj across a number of aptly trans- lated maxims. We quote a few of them with a fervent hope that those geniuses who can actually read Latin fwe're taking for granted that such critters are not entirely extinctj will not take offence. De mortuis nil nisi bonum-To die is not good. Q21 Dum vivimus, speramus-While we live, we breathe. C31 Noli irritare leones-Don't bother Leone. Faber est quisque suae fortunae- Father is tight-fisted with his fortune. Multa petentibus multa desunt- Many pup-tents had collapsed. Ad meliora-To the watermelons! if lk Ik C13 143 C57 165 Valete! THE TATLER

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CHANSON d'AUTOMNE by Paul Verlaine fEditor's Note: Paul Verlaine was a French lyric poet born in Metz in 1844. His poetry is characterized by simple language and prominent rhythm, and has been compared to the music of Debussy, a contemporary of Verlaine. Until his death in 1896, he wrote many poems, the beauty of which is shown in Chanson d'Automne. J Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et bleme, quand Sonne l'heure Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleureg Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deca, dela, Pareil 51 la Feuille morte. SONG OF AUTUMN The long-drawn sobs Of autumn violins Rend my heart With unceasing Languishment. When the hour tolls, All choking and pallid I remember bygone days And weep. Then I return from them To an evil wind Which carries me Here, there, and beyond, Like unto a dead leaf. Translation by E.L.A.C.M. LE PAUVRE MENDIANT AVEUGLE Ayez pitie d'un pauvre aveugle, a crie l'homme sur le coin de rue, Il fait tres froid aujourd'hui a-t-il reflechi, comme il a tendu sa petite boite, et le vent est THE TATLER comme une haleine brutalef' Tout a coup, pendant qu'il pensait ainsi, un gamin a saisi sa boite et est descendu la rue en courant. L'aveugle a oublie qu'il etait aveugle et a couru apres le gamin. Naturellement le gamin pouvait courir beaucoup plus vite que le mendiant, et il semblait que le garcon allait echapper. Mais quand il s'est tourne la tete pour voir si le mendiant aveugle le suivait toujours, le gamin est tombeg l'homme, facheux et sans haleine, a saute sur le garcon et a repris sa boite. A ce moment, le pere du gamin, un gros homme, a apparu! Aujourd'hui, un gros homme aveugle et son fils, aveugle aussi, se trouvent debout sur le coin de rue, tenant une petite boite et criant, Ayez pitie de nous! Et tous les jours un ouvrier s'approche des deux, et tremblant de peur, donne un cadeau genereux. Apres cela, avec un coup d'oeil triste a la boite, il s'en va en courant. Gary Miller, XII. PULCHRA NOX Nox pulchrum verbum est. Sonus verbi Iucem lucentem in caelo et lunam se cel- antem inter arbores commemorat. Multae res nocte accidunt. Amor noctem exspectat ubi duo adulescentes soli esse possent. Cor defessum scit noctem pacem ferre. Ubi vesper venit, silentium trans terram cadit, et animalia parva dormiunt. Sive hiems est sive aestas, nox pulchra est et eam amo. Vicki Vance, XII. ALBUM MONSTRUM Nullae stellae in caelo erant. Nox atra silens erat. Subito umbra viri in semita fpathl apparuit. Ille cantabat. Repente se vertit et currere incepit. Simul ac ad viam pervenit, in noctem clamavit. Sonus vocis eius per noctem iit. Cives ex suis casis exierunt. Unus eum rogavit cur clamavisset. Eis respondit se rem magnam et albam in semita vidisse. Omnes cum eo ad videndum hoc mon- strum ierunt. Omnes lucernas suas in semitam verterunt. Deinde magnum monstrum viderunt. Canis parvus et albus in semita in luce lunae sedebat. Ramona Kisielis, XII. 63

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