Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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YOUTH Life may sometimes get you down And bring you nothing but tears and sorrow, But don't let if. Enjoy yourselfwhile you are here The bestway you know how, For yet you are young And full of fire With many roads to travel. ,1 ,., Htl l i il Nga 1 I You'll meet new friends H And old ones too, , , fl!lllll1 l3flff-, ' But one day you will find , A person who is more dear to you - Than anyone. SIS-on l 412,141 ,..' Q41 - -.X X , Th. . . . I fi' 5' ff' is will be your partner in life fly, I 5lE.,E-,ZE,:w shy From whom nothing should be hidden - j N l A person you will love, cherish and adore I 'UQ K' . Bl' Until the call comes from the other world, , Lffff ll 'fists Ano yoo will know that yoof life has been foifauoo. I , CWM 1 And in fleeting moments, X Q tl Memories of youth will fill your mind. my , , Make these memories pleasant 'llplgtiyy l By living in happiness now. Juan- -amhmxutylill RJ :qu 1 J Youth only comes once - ' , -,gif 1 vp Qr1'3 ' 'l Enioy itwhile it is here. 1 ' flllll l ', ' 1112 Q-f.111'ftVrJl1'!, 1 ,ff I 'Q ,l ll 1Tl13'll3l1' l l ll So, when you feel life passing you by - l 'HMM l '.l1li',l'1 A. .1 l 1 ml - na, ' ' I V B I ' lwlvfil Q l iilllgalfflltlllllll 1 I Don t let it. fq !l,M9Al P, NKg',23s5,:W1ig, y I , Grasp it by the hand and go along, Iizilffaf l' y l ' X But don't miss any ' vixuglxgv gl Q 1 ! 111 Of the wonderful experiences ly 'i'l'l1 'llll'l l-I 'll Xl'fff5?55: ' l llll 1 - 1 , N xlreaur 1' 111. 1'11l3 1,141-' - 1 1 P -'-r - l B. BONES, Form 7 K f Jill, l 1 lll lll' ill 4 ll A N v 1 :Wi l ' 1 ' l l Q-' , -,ygeogl l 1 1 i ll Q lx V ' , 1 1 tl G 1 ,lg 1 ill' 1 N B ' lil! wh , 1' 11 1 is , 1 1 y 1 1' 1, 1+lll11 llli l l l S 111 grill. ll W Vyfl ' 1 ' lllli xml' l1'11'1fflsiff'f11'11f11i11 1 ll ll! l'l' y 4 M lhij lfxggtm I F1 I Nw X I . , 1 1 'Iii 5 1 1'1 111.1 thi .1 Ml .L1l11 1 inf, 1 Miva I A 1, li. l v,..- l K lvl l .-nf j 4 Ji !f,1 fr lu , 14,4 - ti I.-,tl I ll l 111+ 111 1111111-11 1 11,1-1 1 i-11 1 .Q-su A .1 1 limi lzitiwf'-1 f .mf.f41' mr ' 1 4 1' '- if l 'fi , l 1 . 1 1 , 1 QW l r 1111.101 I Ill ll l ' . X l . ' y'l1 'plqbd 'li 'ZF ,M 'li'fl'y, ' -:5 ull' I Q 'NND , l l 1 ,f ,gf 1 A 1 Wa '11 1' l1Q,-c1'11H1,1- r- 'N viii l, ,WM film l .I 1 H ' 1 2 ' l l 'I ' I ill 4ll111 ,1 111St1111,,,,, 1 1111S1,11111l111f.1l111.1 of i 5 4 .1 ,I Qi, , itll M 1 w?-il gfafkhslisigl N34 1, 110 il' 1 l I n l Bl Q 1 1 A 1 Ht .1 11 k Q llfa, 1ll'1nt1 W'bgi :'1f1'1 11 N .1 N iv iivliriyl , X x i fll if Nllb l i X N , . 11, , 1 l N y li1llN11iJ 1 , lil 1, X All yi' y l gig X p 9 33 li lllgg -,NV ae i N l 'N'M G 'ww - WMFSEQNQ 11 f 1 X J . l 1 N I' YONIQB7' I 'i I ll 1'

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YOUTH Here I sta nd A fountain straining against a rock blocking my source I look out, -1 But all I see, a wall of stone, and fire, and tears, 7 Is much too close. , My knees are sore, ' But alas, l am not mighty Atlas, , lcannot rise A !,W Way up, above my head, stretch sunlit skies, , But here l stand, mired in tilth and inexperience. To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven . Butwhen did thetirstsun shine? A ' The first snow tall? A The first rain drop? From what come the roots of the mighty oak? The water ofthe ocean? The grains of the sands of time? To be a sapling cowering 'neath the boughs of the mighty oak ls nothing. To be a pebble, striving to be found upon the beach ls nothing. I , Nor is it any use to be a raindrop and flow lnto the sea. 413 , f-Of No man stands alone, But no man has a support. f ' , q . f A crown cannot be earned, ik F It is a gift. To retreive a golden apple, Man must stoop. V , ' i Neither crowns, nor apples lie beyond the stars. y ln every chunk of gold there is a iewel, And a worm. Squirm not, your prayers are hollow and meaningless, 5 Like a rat, snapped in a trap For saying cheese . W Stand, Walkalone, Your path is mired with mines. S. J. LAUGHLIN, Form 24 HAIKU Page 32 The last leaf detached, Hibernation takes place now Fresh awakening. A drop of water Sounds in darkness echo loud Awake ye from sleep. DON BERTEIT, Form 9

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IF IWERE TO CRY . .. It I were to cry for each wrong In my world l'd cry tor a very long time. His wooden plough scratches the ground A drop of sweat crowns each mound But he harvests no fruit. My child you are hungry, this l know But the cow must live, it is written so. Because the law forbids this wrong The chains and the whips are gone But he's got no relief For the black still must plea For universal equality. lt I were to cry for each wrong ln my world l'd cry tor a very longtime. URSULA SALIBASIC, Form 33 ln a return to days lost We are made to wonder l-low the child's mind knows And why it is they who teach us. MARGARET THOMPSON, Form 37 Page 34