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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P 0 E T R Y EDITED HY EDITH MOON, XII INVITATION TO THE DANCE e QBest Poem About School Lifeb For weeks there reigned a festive air, But you alone sat in despair. You hoped that there would be a. chance For an invitation to the dance. Then it came with freckled face, Friendly grin and loping pace, With stammered word and hopeful glance, An invitation to the dance. Then it was over. About you lie The souvenirs of that dance gone by. What started this, your new romance? An invitation to the dance. Margaret French, XII. DECEMBER GLOOM QBest Descriptive Poemj The dull December twilight falls From Autumn's mistiness and gloom, And save for sad winds' quiet moans, The silent world's a tomb. The sky is banked with clouds of gray,' The bleak wind sings an age-old tune, And shoves into the sullen clouds A pale unwilling moon. Starkly against that sullen sky A black tree stands, whose branches lift And tangle with the fir-tops high, In thin gray cloudy mist. And over by the sodden fence, A cedar, limp, and tinged with brown, Forlornly waits with mem'ries of Past snowflakes drifting down. Now underneath, the sod is wet, And to each footfall as I pass Its dank brown sogginess yields deep . . . . Squishing, muddy, grass. Ruby Makins, XIII. 66 PESSIMIST'S SEASONS CBest Humorous Poem! Spring at last! All is muddy Isn't it lovely. Cooed fuddy-duddy! Summer comes Sticky and hot! The soil is baked. Sweet summer! Rot! Autumn follows, Things are bleak, The wind is cold 'On my grey cheek. Winter now, But thcre's no snow Just freezing rainy Wouldnft you know! V. Vance, XII. -.,.O,,,,.,1,, DESOLATION The streets were stark and bare, Yet I fell beneath a gaudy throng. The sky was dark, I swear, But the sun pained my eyes with its brilliance strong. Heavy my heart did I wear, And though my spirit dragged, ne'er Did my step show that aught was wrong. Such is the fate for only Those who are always lonely. E. Moon, XII. SING? OUT Sing out, my weary one, sing e'en Just as a mocking-bird will sing, Beneath a spreading evergreen In early spring. Why fret and worry, doubt and fear, Why care too much for earthly weal? This world has not a sorrow here That heaven cannot heal. Anne Pauls, XIII. THE TATLER