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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Wuthering Annex GAIL PENDLEBURY In sooth, I know not why I am so sad. This strange, sad feel- ing seems to come over me and my classmates as we make our way toward the annex. It could not be that our next class is to be held in this specimen of architectural genius, for neither rain, nor snow, nor hail, nor any inclement weather whatsoever keeps us from taking refuge in this abode to sip the wines of knowledge. The rooms have educational value in themselves. Take, for ex- ample, the telephones which were donated by Mr. Bell himself, iust after his marvellous invention was discovered. And who could forget the clock in the History and Philosophy room which surely must be an invention of the early Greeks. Let us not forget the pea green blinds that give a swirling sound as they wind and unwind, nor the rhythmic sounds which come directly from the radiators and I suppose originate somewhere from the fire down below. Surely the rooms have an atmosphere conducive to learning. Any resemblance between these and a medieval prison is purely coincidental. Surely the pale walls were meant to give the im- pression of cleanliness and not to depress the inmates who have their lockers situated there. The cells, or pardon me, lockers, al- though neatly built in rows seem to form a labyrinth of tunnels which when one first encounters them, seem to cause some con- fusion as to how one should escape from them. One could not ask for a more inviting habitat. On top of all these we have a few special accessories in the annex. Mr. MacKay would never let us forget his antique sink which he informs us is a relic donated by some descendant of Mrs. Noah. Mr. Harrison, on the other hand, would be the first to praise his spacious blackboard which is constructed in such a way that it can be flipped over to give double the writing space. And then there is always the display corner on the second floor in which we display our lively arts. This corner contains a large prehistoric hardwood table which has a design consisting of letters which spell out mysterious messages. All these things give the annex a flavour of its own. Every society has its architecture to represent its aspirations. Greece has the Parthenon, Italy has the Leaning Tower and we have the annex. YE OLDE 5gNK.E A Ai 1 1.-f' f 'lr ,gt ' - 1- '