Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The lost lntroverts They breathe, yet inhabit a vacuum sphere, Are rapt with the sickness years multiply Not alone, but lonely For nothingness do they see, hear, To the mechanized eye of society Only blips of a storm-at sea. Some opaque, others bright Rush to their zenith in windward flight, But are elipsedg sunk ln their panic-stricken plight. Only blips of a storm-at sea. In the end - they bend, kneel, pray While God's Gift to the world has a holiday. As effigies in Nadir they hang, trembling, bleeding Great God, there - a soul fleeting. ig. if lk ,? '?r Kb

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play to decide? After all, none of the evidence had been very damning. lt was mostly circumstantial, and could have been trumped up. Some of the witnesses had seemed rather unsure of their stories. Maybe the man was innocent, and was counting on the iudge to save him. Perhaps he had smiled to let the judge know. The iudge sighed again. That was the whole story. And now he must decide what to do. He got up to put his robe back on, and he threw his smock over his chair. Should the man be sentenced lightly, maybe given a stern warning, or should he be sentenced to death? The iudge didn't want to kill him, but the people had to be considered. They were against the I xx if If fr: -if ,f up X W 32 man, and after all, iustice is nothing more than the will of the maiority. The people must be satisfied, that was important. He clasped his hands behind him and walked slowly towards the courtroom. At the door he stopped. Death! he said, and on that final word, he opened the door and entered the court. Pontius Pilate had made his decision. And Pilate answered and said again unto them, What will ye then that I shall do unto him whom ye call the King of the Jews? And they cried out again, Crucify him. Mark 15: 12, 13 ll Poem - 0de To l-ln Assembly Now Bitter Bain From the Cruel School Made quite a dig As was his rule He certainly Had an axe to grind And in the grinding was unkind He never was A smoker's delight When in the Common Room He'd cause a fright And even on occasion or two He broke reserve and even threw A nasty look at offenders few When into assembly They lately made their way And went so far as to Curse the day They'd decided to throw their life away By choosing a career That does impose Laws, conventions and self-control. So Bitter Bain must scour each hall To gather those who ignore first call And he mentions every now and then That where these few-ture itinerants teach Please keep your children out of reach. SISTER M. ADRIENNE

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