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

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I M ARY CLAIRE MacEVVAN Gerry PROSPECT fFirst Prize Serious-Imaginative Poeml The sand lies low in yon great glass, and e'en As men prepare anew to chart their course In peace, o'er far horizons, with remorse, They hear the drums of strife, their source unseen. Ilegot of troubled times the new year comes- Is ushered in by selfishness and greed: The way e'erclouded grows, and direst need Of guidance reappears . . . the old succumbs. But now with moments pure and infinite, They, on the threshold of disaster's cleft, May purge the past and start, once more, aright To set the world: of righteousness bereft And ignorant are they, but, ere the night, May greed outgrown be, and peace be left! Richard jones, XIII. .....,-0 .- MOON DANCE CSecond Prize Serious-Imaginative Poemj The Indian lore They say, is a bore , But I have discovered XNhat others uncovered. Your wish is allowed If this be followed. XVheu the star's a red hue And the moon's a deep blue, Then walk just one pace From the maple tree's face. And dance the moon dance And sing Indian chants. Hop round the bright fire, Leap higher and higher. Make four twists around . . . Then down on the ground!! On a stone I did stumble And oh, I did tumble! Look how the moon laughs At me on the grass! Edith Moon, XII. 42 SUCCESS CVVith Apologies to Kiplingj CFirst Prize Humorous Poemj If you can rise up early in the morning, And breathe in guests of winter's frosty air, If you can reach the school ten minutes early, And settle down to work when you get there, If you can brave the fiery heat of summer, Forgetting baseball games and swimming- pool, And always sit in solemn concentration, You'll be the pride and wonder of the school. If you can forge ahead when all around you Examinations' clutching fingers loom, If you can show a sage's keenest wisdom Though others sit in ignorance and gloom: Repeating oft the cry, I'll do or die, You'll some day be a travelling magnate, And we will stand and watch your train go by! Mary Mason, XA. i01. THE VIGIL CHonourable Mention Humorous Poemb The hour is late, but still I sit. I strive to sew, to read, to knit. The hour is late, the stillness deep. How I long to go to sleep! But still I n1ust my vgiil keep, I have no time just now, for sleep. The phone then rings-I hurry there. They've gone out, I don't know where. The radio plays with soft entice. To go to sleep would be so nice. If I should sleep, my eyes should close, Something would happen Goodness knows! I sit up straight, XVas that a cry? I guess not. How I sigh. Once more I resume my knitting, It's so boring, baby-sitting ! Margaret French, Spec. Comm. THE TATLER

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which come under no particular classifica- tion, such as Manhattan Towersf' and Leslie Baxter's Perfume Set To Music. On the other hand these songs are sung in many different ways. There are artists who perform by using the music as it was originally composed, such as Jo Stafford, Gordon Macrae, or band leaders such as Charlie Spivak. There are also musicians, singers particularly, who improvise as they go along, such as Sarah Vaughan, Billy Eckstine, or George Shearingg whereas an entirely new conception of how a song should be sung has been introduced by Peruvian Yma Sumac. ' The modern trend is toward western songs with a romantic flavour, such as I'll Never Be Free, I'm Movin' On, and That Lovebug Itch, by such recording artists as Tennessee Ernie, and Kay Starr, and the Singing Ranger. The western fan may well have become a classical enthusiast also, as evidenced by the rapid rise to fame of Mario Lanza and jane Powell. Strange are these lovers of music who will buy the record of I Taut I Taw a Putty Tat, by Mel Blanc, along with Chopin's Etude in E Major. Songs which came to the fore in last year's hit parade are Sam's Song, introd ducing young Gary Crosby to the listening public, and backed by Simple Melody , Thinking of You, helped along its road to popularity by the new singing stars Don Cherry, and Eddie Fisher: Bring Back the Thrill by the latter: It Isn't Fair by Don Cornell, backed by Sammy Kay's Swing and Sway rhythm, No Other Lovel' CEtude in E Majorj recorded by Jo Staf- ford, My Heart Cries For You, supposed- ly composed by Marie Antoinette. If, aptly sung by Perry Como, has risen in fame here as in England. The sudden rise of The Three Bells and It Is No Secret has lent a religious note to the parade of hits. Besides the juke-box favorites, many col- lector's items have been recorded. W'hen You're Smilingf' I Get a Kick Gut of You, and Too Marvelous For NNords, by the new jazz sensation, Billy Daniels, top this list, together with Freddy Gardiner's haunt- ing I'm in the Mood for Love, Body and Soul,', and I Only Have Eyes For You. Another album for the record gallery is 1938 Jazz Concert, recorded from jazz con- certs at Carnegie Hall. Some of the artists featured are Benny Goodman, Harry James, THE TATLER Count Basie, Gene Krupa, and Lionel Hampton. Songs included were Blue Room, Blue Skies, and China Boy. Many of these tunes will fade from memory with never a trace of their passing, but some will live on in the music hall of fame. Elizabeth Simmons, XIII. l COMMENCEMENT Continued from Page 25 Science-Richard Rokeby: Art-Edward Gibson: Public Speaking-Joyce Hibbert. Athletic Awards-Girls' champions: Sen- ior, Nancy VVarren3 Intermediate, Mary Elizabeth McLeod: Junior, Sheila Rokebyl Juvenile, Chere Dreyer. Boys' champions: Senior, George Gyulveszi and Gary Miller, Intermediate, Dave Richards: Junior, Irving Horton: juvenile, Douglas Vallee and Frank Manning. TINDA girls' cham- pions: Senior, Nancy VVarren: Intermedi- ate, Mary Elizabeth McLeod, TINDA boys' champions: Intermediate, Dave Richards, junior, Irving Horton. D.C.R.A. Crests for Marksmanship - Strathcona best shot, D.C.R.A. 2nd class: James Jonesg D.C.R.A. 2nd class: Jack Tanner, Bob Mason, Lloyd Rodgers, Gor- don Fentie, Noel Mason, George Gyulveszi, Dave Richards, Bob Heckadon, Walter Berko. Oratorical Prizes-Senior Girls', Joyce Hibbertq Junior Girls', Corinne Carson: Senior Boys', Richard Jones: junior Boys', Richard Gregson. Jacqueline McDonald, Spec. Comm. 41

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THE TRAVELLING SALESMAN CSecond Prize Humorous PoemD Of all the people you chance to meet, On a country road or a city street, 'l'here's none you'd rather see more less, Than a travelling salesman, I would guess! Though he isn't wanted, has nothing to say, That man will come any time of the day. His welcome he knows without any doubt, If he ever gets in, you'll not get him out! VVith polite little knock, he stands at your door, Piled to the head with gadgets galore. The part of the face that at first you see, ls the broadest smile that ever could be. Good morning, ma'am, and how do you do? I've something here that'll interest you. Now l'll just be a minute, if you'll let me in, I tell you this bargain just won't come agin ! No thanks , say you, with a quick reply, But the infernal man has now slipped by. All over your table, your chairs and your floor, He's piled his stuff and is unloading more. To his story there comes no earthly end, For such a fiend will never mend. He insists, he argues, he sells if he can, Always the way of a travelling salesman! Josephine Knautz, XIA. O LIFE ON A TRAVERS' BUS fSecond Prize School Life Poemi Morning and night we gather together, On a Travers' bus, in all kinds of weather. Vile greet the driver with the usual eye, To the rest of the kids, we just holler Hi ! Everyone runs for his favourite nook, To discuss the exams or the thrilling new book, A boy with a girl, the usual sight, To secure a date for a show that night. THE TATLER The air is full of humour and wit. We could be old-fashioned and solemnly sit, But myriad are the tricks that we play, Lunch pails are hidden, and gloves stowed away. So goes our life, day after day, VVith the jolts, the bumps, and the terrible sway. Although our pranks are often quite daring, The bus driver says he's really past caring. Eleanor Lee, Xli. ..l0 . THE STATUE fHonourable Mention School Life Poem, All day on the window-sill he rests, W'ith bony knee and sunken chest, His head bowed low, his hand on knee But who is this? VVhat a mystery! His skin is plaster, his hair is, too. He's not at all like me or you. He doesn't breathe and he doesn't eat, And l've never seen him stand on his feet. He just sits there in the nice warm sun, VVhile down below the kiddies run. He soaks in the heat from the radiator, Who? Our Dying Gladiator . He is Miss Grieve's own pride and joy. She handles him as a child a toy. She dusts him, cleans him, keeps him trim, But not a whisper of thanks from him! He just sits there and takes on dust. He must be old, I'm sure he must, But he just sits there all day, at rest, VVith bony knee and sunken chest. Bond Truefitt, XIIB. Q. , . ,,f 0, . 5 r Si 43