Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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'iqynr Hmm' x fmmwmnwnwrmmmwwmmn Q. W ' Ill-lllll. MLIMIMLMA Q 7 J M Y ,:. Al I 1 ,Q 1 W 5 TORONTO NORMAL SCI-IOOLYEZIR BOOK 5 W 5 L fm I Pax ENCE. dark, consuming llvar. Qfuherce lllars, andjealous Hermea born, In fiery hell forIornA fllongsl hissing snakes, and groans, and bloody gore, Find oul some fre ringed care, Where moaning beasls repenl lheir sins forerer more, A nd lhe dealh-razien sings: There, under rolling clouds and dazzling lighlning's flash, In hale's appalling clash. Thou curse of nalions, rare. Bul come, lhou Goddess pure and ealmq Come Peace! lo all lhe wailing land. Thy lighl puls .Iupiler lo shame, And flows o'er all lhe rolling plain. Opollo chose, oh Goddess fair, Venus. lhy molher, for yo11r eare. Ur. as some say. from Ilearenly slale. From roofs of gold, and pearly gale- Peaeefloaled down. as showers in spring. Wilh life and healing in her wing. Come angel. wilh perfeelion greal: Wilh soolhing voice, speak lo lhe slale: As sound rn' dislanl lnounla in streams, speaks lo lhe hearl, A nd perfeels ils deep dreams. So come, lhou dream of nalionsfree. And bring wilh lhee Prosperilyg Lore, which greires al olher's woe. As brolhers grieve from common blow. ,Way hdercury lune his lyre again: And .M uses sing while march ing in lhy lra in. The song of Vesla, who sils alofl Fanning lhe blaekenedjire of prirale hearlh. HENRIETTA PEHCY. Form Ill. Marion Shaw Cteaching buddingjz Therefore we see that if we bud one specie of a tree to another, a new specie will be obtained. Young Mustard: Well if an apple tree were budded to a pine tree would we get a pineapple? lllr. Whyle: What do we find in the driest air 9 -----: Moisture lllr. Whyle: We even have moisture in classroom. Miss Bibby: What is wrong with the phrase those kind of men'9 lllary Slewarl: Miss Bibby, there is only one kind of men. .Uarion Preslon Cteaching laboriously at a geography lessont: Rosie, have you ever seen the Catskill Mountains 9 Rosie: No, but l've seen the cats kill mice. Now listen , said the student to a 'first booker at Ordef in order to subtract things have to be in the same denomination. This is what I mean: Now, you could not take 3 apples from -1. peaches. or 8 marbles from 9 buttons. and so on. Do you nnderstandu? Please teacher, the small boy inquired anxiously, could you take 3 quarts of milk from 2 cowsult

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asm, ,Six nvwrmwvmmwmmwp ,vrrrnrvmvvvrrvrrfrrr l TOROIFMTO NQRIHMQL SEI-IOOLYEZIR BOOK little girl carrying very carefully a small alabaster model of the Taj Mahal, which is a magnificent tomb built in memory of a beautiful and saintly lndian lady, and is near Lucknow. We ask her if she thinks it is pretty, and in her childish way, she tells us. that there is no picture anywhere to compare with the sight of the Taj Mahal as it stands white among the palm trees reflected in the lily pond at its feet, the many towers piercing the blue. Outside the station the taxi and carriage drivers shout at us to take their vehicles and we finally take a victoria and tell the driver where we want to go. We never tire of visiting the market. the linglish stores and the Aquarium. Wie drive down the beautiful beach boulevard where we watch the breakers roll in on the sands near by: and we go past Government llouse grounds with their long green lawns and flaming tiger lily beds. and we admire the high white mansion. The city is beautiful and interesting everywhere. but we always go down to the dock as the last and most interesting place. lt is fascinating to see the huge ocean liners. and the new-comers who seem bewildered by the presence of street-cars, busses. and many other western things amidst the dusky forms of the natives. and the little nude babies sitting on the hips of their graceful black- haired mothers. We would tarry here longer but we must catch the train which takes us another step nearer home. so we hurry back. We do not stay awake this night after seeing the city, and the change at the little junction at twelve-thirty seems rather inconven- ient, but we bundle out and are soon asleep in big chairs ton the station platformj, under the bright stars. Before it is light we start oll' on the last, lap of the journey, on a poky little train which pants along between the rice-fields, past queer hay stacks with their weird scare-crows on top of them, and past little groups of brown huts nestling beneath the banyan trees. Just as the soft mantle of mist lifts from the sleeping world. leaving the dew-drops prism-like ill the lirst enchanting rays of the sun, we pull into the little village station. The station is just a dusty platform with llowers growing along the fence and a very tiny station house. llere we are met by one of our own servants and we feel that home is just around the corner. Hut we have some distance to go yet. Our trunks are piled into the front of a jutka, which looks like a loaf on wheels, but it is really a horse-cart. We squeeze in with our legs dangling out the back. With a yell and a crack of the whip we are off, the driver perched on about two inches of the lloor at the front. As we go through the village, we see the women with their long coloured sarees tucked up, grinding the spices for the day. while the children write their lessons in the dust, or play marbles in the streets. Passing the temple we see the sacred bull with many garlands of llowers round his neck, and out in front. a holy man is seeking reward by lying on a bed of spikes. We leave the village behind and come to the river which is sparkling and rippling in the early morning sun. Here the coolies meet us and take our trunks while we walk down the bank and across the sands to the ferry. We have to be carried across the little stretch of shallow water and then the ferry starts. We go slowly along picking our way between the sand bars. .lust before we get to the shores of the island something brown comes swimming along, and as it raises its gruesome mouth from the water we exclaim, crocodile. The ferrymen pole harder until the bottom of the boat grinds on the shore of the island. What joy thrills us as we step out on the bank and meet the home folks. There is the rickshaw, a wooden seat on wheels with two long shafts and a cover over it, waiting to take us along the canal banks to our home. The rickshaw men pull us quickly along under the trees which are mirrored in the still waters of the canal. Just before we reach our gate we meet a wedding procession. The band walks in front of the palanquin, or litter, where in one corner sits a girl of about thirteen bedecked with jewels and flowers, and wearing a red saree, and at the other end a man of thirty-tive leans over to talk with one of the crowd that follows. As the procession passes, we have a glimpse of a flat-roofed red brick house with many arches, hidden among the trees in a garden and as we turn in at the gate, and come through the garden up to the wide, cool veranda, our cup of joy seems brimming over. In the evening as we sit in the garden among the red shoe-flowers and golden ball llowers and watch the southern cross come up. though India is scattered with great cities, and mighty mountains. and royal palaces, and though other climes may have their charm. none seem half as entrancing as our beautiful island home. li. li.-XTHLEEN Caoss.

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gm TOR6NwlI'O INTSHWIEEILL SCHOOL O0K Five Years From Now ' I l 'lf years ago. ' Alasf filas.' How shorl lhe lime has been Sinee I lefl sehool. ' I've lravelled mavh find lhis is whal l've seen:- Premier Red ford guards lhe land, Doe. Woodward keeps as well, While oul al Albion Park, V. King Calls pupils wilh a bell. nd .leans and Rulh, our only lwins, To lhe lhealre draw lhe erowd Whilsl before a erowd in Jflassey Hall Luey plays long and loud. C. W'allen's gone baek lo lhe farm And lhe old phrase Gel up, oWaude. ' Bal Eileen, Ivy, Bess and ,Hay Slill wield lhe old bireh rod. The Rev. lflelnlyre nods To avialor Harry, A nd il is even noised abroad Thai' Shank is going lo marry. Ilerningway is a grave JI.P., Sliver an underlaker And Verna Barllell of Form I A famous garmenl-maker. Then Sadie keeps a boarding house For sladenls now relurnin,'- Ardis, Vera, Emily, Grace, Helen, and Doris Darn in. So lhey have gone lheir various ways To seek a differenl shore. These are blll some of lhose I 've seen, For lhere are dozens more. And when I see lheir noble deeds, I know I 've done much worse For here I sit in perfeel bliss- Of cals and dogs-The Nurse. AULA H. JOHNSTON, F om The Would-Be Naturalists BLI Ili bird. robin. and a wren we've seen Allhough we rnusl eonfess lhal we're nol so keen. Un hanling birds alfiveflifleen. He hike by rirer, slream and dale, Whafs lhal we see? A handsome quail? And lhere's a blnebird on lhe rail. We ereep along by bush and lree Over lhisfenre, lhrough lhal lea Ohl look Jean, lhere's a Cliiekadee. We wrile lhenz in lhe lillle book, From Bob-o-l ink lo wily rook. Don'l slop yel, lookl lookl A jloek of wild geese overhead. Their noise would almosl wake lhe dead, How many? Oh! say half a hundred. Homeward al lasl we wind our way Concluding our lisl wilh a noisy Jay. ,Twas really quile a lhrilling day. 11