Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Quiet Bite The snack, in fact, You gave me back, Srnacks nicely of Quintessence. Round, sugary, buttered things, Toast, muffins and doughnut rings . Undunked. Ovened fine and fittingly, Almond paste besmittenly, Enlorowned. Round and round, The plates they go, The plates they 'go. Do have another cup Of coffee. C, B. ROWE 5, X KJ

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Down By The Riverside B. W. ROWE Putting on a smug look, Rat turned himself over languid- ly on the sun-warmed river bank, and scratched his tummy. His was a languid way of life. The more he thought about it, the more languid it got. Languidity suited him, he re- flected. It always had, and it always would. Just then, swimming on his back, nonchalantly, a fellow muskrat waved to him from the stream as he feathered with his other paw. He nodded back, with what might be described as a languid, yes, a languid nod. Rat stood up. He scratched his tummy again. He must have food, he thought to himself. What would he like to- day for lunch? A change of diet, perhaps, maybe some- thing languid? He moved one foot ahead of the other. He shuffled, yes, he shuffled, forward. There was no hint of excitement or, or, anything, except, of course, and perhaps, languidity. Yes, one must eat - even if it did temporarily interfere with the business of living. Life, lying on the river bank, that was the important thing. A philosophy with him, Rat, that is, you might say. Yes, the river bank was his way of life. His very own. After lunch, he never revealed what he had - that was a principle with him, - after lunch, Rat returned to the River bank. He was iust in time for the waterbugs' daily competi- tive floating races. A mad lot the waterbugs - always do- ing things. They had no use for lying on the bank, the river bank, his home, his way of life. They darted, hither and yon, then yon and hither, at least they so darted, when they weren't having races. Darting was their way of life. When they raced the darting became tacking. Oh how they tacked! They tacked, and they tacked, and they tacked, and they tacked. Always they tacked. They even seemed to enioy it. The tacking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Fol- lowing one another. Racing. Darting and tacking. That was their way of life. Their philosophy. They had no other. Rat stirred, The race was over. He scratched his tummy. His now well-filled tummy. He scratched it again. This is my kind of life, he thought, the languid one. And he went to sleep. And the sun shone. And Rat slept on. , 'S-.f e X its 5 3 -,-1 X i 5 S ,S Q .Q ff -1 K7 X! f' arf

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