Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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THE UNWELCOME VISITOR You, old woman, time-worn symbol of another age, do you hear me as you rock silently on your front porch? Do your ears resound with the pitiful wailing of your cat as you sit unseeing, patiently waiting for the unknown? Poor woman. Your heart, ravaged and torn with years of woundings, is still hammering out a defiant beat, contrary to the laws of nature and of man. Oh, old woman! Your care-lined face seems like a coursely drawn map of some sunless worldg a map drawn by unskilled hands, uncaring of the inner beauty of the land they are charting. The face, a mottled terrain of crevices and valleys, speaks in mute revolt against the hardships and strife you have weathered. Surely peace is your due now! VVhat are you clutching in your shrivelled hands, old woman? The last gesture of defiance, the final wanton glance backward at the forgotten daring of youth lies in calm repose on your skirts, its muzzle, blackened with disuse and unaccustomed to the touch. VVhat is the weight that lies heavy on your soul? Do you think that your unwelcome visitor will fear your aspect of grim determination? You must not mock his intelligence. He has been patient, relentlessly pursuing you, old woman, you cannot escape his summons. . I Il' Are you unaware of the numbness that is beginning Q ' x . .K to steal into your limbs? Do you rest, unfelling of W-A X the dreadful coldness that will,soon engulf you in I' if icy fetters of an eternal prison? 5 if C S-S-Shh. The cat is no longer meowing. All ...ttxkg is still. You need fear no more nameless - 1 tomorrows. 1 Your gllest has arrived. y Cyrel Ramm, Form 44 t jx I x X Xp f X T T I , ' f . l , A if, E 'I fffx-ix N 1 fn i 5 ' 1 5' 7' 'fe an if ,f,,,y,,l,y..v Hwy X . N A , AAN- I 5 I If a ,W f 1 'ff f 4 0 , 3 N In J 39 Pogelll 4 a .

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Fluorescent Acrylic on Canvas fxfgg,-: Observed with incredulity, I -k 'T 'N Its naked shapes and colours ,EA 'px Damn the eye ,152 XX , To reach the soul: Bold they stand, , - aff' '- And shout their message clear, .3 Q , We know no fear, ri. y f s ' I In casting off reality of form, .,-f---Q -1, -:A f And seeking variations from the norm, It ti l L Mock if you wish, but we shall set X gl ghfeltnlenxgf glggiions for V ll Q You will concede, A My xg? Q- .X A 3215 For Time fifty, ij. ' wan not be Suu ' Q7 fr f y , XXX I lg To pay you heed! l Q Yet, in another corner, rests the dawn, 'Qxtlilx X I - As generations greet a passer-byg ,. 2 be A'- GT l The West Wind Thomson nurtured whispers on, Z ' X- ..S.--- N-9 f A And breathes the heart of each admiring sigh. if' fl-i Alice Godfrey Form 28 5. fx ,g'52 6516355 7 .1 1 ,-,Zz 4 , u ff C fl I W ' l f 1 y t 1 R I Night in the City Street lights hazed in midnight mists Are all I see, As lights with destinations Capture me: No hearts behind them beat, Nor eyes show passion, Yet, through the dark - Glimmered hope, Of God's controlling fashion. Alice Godfrey Form 28 Page IIO -1

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THIRTY PL US How did you happen to make the decision To go back to school, at your age? - This question is as common to us Thirty Plusses As words on a typewritten page. The reasons, of course, are as many and varied As people - Welre really quite human - We're normal in talents, in wants and desires, And no special gift of acumen. So we wondered of course if it wasn't too late To advance to these great halls of learning: Could we concentrate? Cope? Could we even relate To the youth who as well were returning? Some pondered, reflected, some studied, some sweat, But decisions eventually came, By golly, we'd do it, weld give it a try We'd go back and take part in the game. So now we are students - and what do we find? Much hard work and some learning to mend, But we're happy, we're coping, and now we're convinced, That plus 30 is sure not the end. Muriel Catik, Form 41 f l s Xt 6 7 f Q i f f! ,4 1 gd .XL ll, 1 x ny X CO X W' if l 5 kr N OO 'f NA 5 C9 T if ' Q. Na MSBMSL-4 1 PogelI2