Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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r iv THE STUDENT TEACHER Today is Tuesday, See The funny Teacher. She looks afraid, Why? Why? Why? Tuesday is sfudem' Teacher Funny, funny Tuesday. ls The Teacher glad? We are glad. No, she is sad Too bad, Too bad. Tuesday is our fun day l:ur1ny,funny day. day GLADYS BENTLEY, Form 9 Pfgk. ' T . 5. .X xx?-fs 1' T 5 Ffa- , ' 6--nf J. ? '77 EJ , X N' sex QQ at f .5 M f 1, f KL, I QW-6 I NX ' NX . 3, I l , I I ag Ill - Xl ff! 1, UQ! i 3 V i , Q 'X i sf . N4 ' 4, E llll U E 1 - T A , l l Q l ' V 5 11' f all! 23 f l T ll h 1 J ffl TM A . T ' T .X i in , 1 l l E I XX! 'l SJ y E ' f e W ' Y T El X , A. - T ,by fr T y A F E' ni- .-, K ,- W . Page 38 - gci? AU- ILLUSTRATOR'S AWARD ART CONTEST HEATHER PATTERSON, Form A

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She must be steadfast without being inflexible, sympathetic without being maudlin, loving without possessing. She must live in a second childhood with- out becoming naive to enjoy its great ioys, satisfac- tions, its genuine delights, while understanding its griefs, irritations, embarrassments, and harrassments. A teacher must, each year send about thirty students to another grade, proudly, lovingly, or sadly and await about thirty more with ready wit, under- standing, and eagerness. She must do this while worrying about how to pay the endless bills, what to have for supper, whether her lesson plans will meet the principal's requirements, and where to get the extra money for summer school. Ear all this, you will pay her more than the garbage man, but less than the grocery clerk, but less than the postman, more than the ditchdigger, but less than the truck driver. Yet, the most amazing thing about a teacher is: she wouldn't trade her job with anyone else in the world. She likes to teach. SHIRLEY McCALLUM. Form 25 ON PRESTIGE FOR TEACHING Who are we who studied daily, Studied nights when others slept? Nose to book, comprehending, memorizing - Reasoning: others like us vigil kept. This was in the past half-decade, Trying to pass our Grade Thirteen. Seven papers, eight papers, nine papers, One set of those was firmly foreseen. Looking back, and endless chain - The clock struck two, at last to bed. Time was of essence, lessons more so, We weighed the odds, we went ahead. Weddings can be made in Heaven! June meant more that year to us! Who are we who study daily, Study nights when other sleep? To comprehend our little charges - We study more 1 sow to reap. Page 37 Ourselves discovering New Mathematics, Phil., Science, English, others too. Those other subiects interspersing All make an intellectual stew. Teach a little, learn much more, Laugh when something funny's said. Masters, teachers, would-be-teachers, Prestige, fellow! Raise your head! H. INGMAN, Form Zi SUN Down came the horse from a green swollen hill Down came the rider, a girl who rode well lnto the forest and over the fray Down through the bushes, over logs andthe quay And neither had spent their tireless feet Through village, through thicket, our cobblestone street. And her fair hair would blaze as the sun caught it there. The horse had a name, Pale Phoebus , the mare. I saw all this on a soft Spring day When light takes over and turns dark into day When grass becomes silk, and believe if you would, Pale Phoebus coming over a wild verdant hood. B. NEWMAN, Form 29 .M ' 5 0 ll it Ei. fl m ,DSX F?-Q. f 'rf vi, 'Q sl' , f r- hir... i!' 'E' li Z l ' l l ALT' x 'TAX X fl I g 'l 3 Xi Q' A . i f l !! N !'lS'i.7.i X R '

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O LORD! Give me a good digestion Lord And also something to digest. Give me a healthy body Lord And a sense to keep it at its best. Give me a mind that is not bored, That does notwhimper, whine, or sig Don't let me worry over much, Or about the fussy thing called I. Give me a sense of humour Lord, Give me the grace to see a ioke, To get some happiness from life And pass it on to other folk. NICHOLAS LEVENDAKIS, Form 24 .. lf is ' 15,1 ,,,,,'. - A ll A I1 3,113.5 -Ali, jLf'g?Jef1:i3-:2:!-:-'- , anna' lx ,f I 5 1.ftfG9f.' I I ti ay f . i'.t,..f5',V M7 . Iv.. xImv,x,Ii'.,Lil ,I I ,,f lx .vi 1 I' I-Illll, I' L. 1,2-Sql., f :IQ It ., Ziff I.. , , , N itil N I- X I yilix, , 1 it fear 2,-iii-itil . fl 11 , viiiIilIQ:IIiSI I iii! I I ,M I I' Xl jf '-ig: E!!! I ll' 4' lx ,I X I I I .il I '1,,i',',, ki Y It ylvifiiyf iq i ll 2 :IJ I 'I ' ,li lililll IDX I ' Qiifwsf :-fifl ' r. .V-'ffsilixlii ' it-:iii t-ii :site Il: ASEE N X MUS: 1. n-if I Jet..-Q-I X s-:-7 NX in' IEIIIII- tv' Iii. II:-ffifiig I D XIII X .. 5 ,- PF? - rfczou Q-gs' iqan- Page 39 PARALLEL LINES Mark now, two lines running side by side, And a great mountain separating. I am my line, nothing on the other, And I walk praying the other's occupancy And now a form is perceived Coming over the steep and ragged. And I run and run and slip and run And It perceives and slips and falls. Repugnantly It draws back like North to south and north from north. And behold a pass before And again I run - miraged. But Io a crossing figure. Mirage? - Dream? - I walk. It walks, graceful, charming, beauty, And I know It to be true - but dare? Ido. For, what can be lost- life? And tangible to each other are we. And mark. The lines run inseparable, Cutting the steep and lagged in twain. FRED AUBE, Form