Vaughan Road Academy - Acta Studentium Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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mga ss ACTA STUDENTIUM IE I WERE WRITING SHAKESPEARE For the convenience of students who have to learn memory work, why not make the lines rhyme? For example: Oh, all the world is but a stage, 'Tis very plain to see, With players there of every age, Among them you and me. For the convenience of students who are poor spellers, why not make the wording very simple: Example: One man plays many parts, while there: In all, they total seven: He comes from God alone knows where, And goes, we hope, to Heaven. Do I offend the English Department too much by suggesting insertions of modern slang? Why? So that we poor students may more easily comprehend. Example: At first, the brat, for crying out loud He surely cops the prize: The schoolfboy, bloody but unbowed, Who socks 'em, any size. And then the jazz hound and his frail, The doughboy in the trench: The judge, who gives 'em hail or jail, The old guy on the bench. And then the gink with skinny leg, His glasses on his brow: His dome looks like an ostrich egg: His voice is cracked, and how! And last, the chap who's not all there: He's lived long, if not well: Two wooden legs and carts a spare: Poor nut, seems bound for--. Dorothy Stilson, IVfB. A MTOUCHINGU POEM There are three words, the sweetest words In all of human speech More sweet than all the songs of birds On pages poets preach. This life may be a vale of tears, A sad and dreary thing, Three words and trouble disappears, And birds begin to sing. Three words will cheer the saddest days, MI love you? Wrong by heck! It is another, sweeter phrase- Enclosed lind cheque. lk Pk lk IE. The day started and progressed as many schooldays do, quietly and with nothing unusual happening. However, in the third period, the teacher being out of the room things started with a bang. Lets Russel up some chalk and have a fight. Our side can Beetam all. So the battle waged, the White missiles fly' ing everywhere. Power-ful drives at long range, Smart tosses just across the aisle mingled with yells of challenge. Suddenly a deathly silence falls upon the room, Mr. had just entered. LoofKei'r, he Blairfed, I have War-ren--ed you again and again: a def tention for you, Christie. 'iCan't I get out on Bailufey, says. We all know what the answer was to that, and Christie had' to soothe his spirits with an Oh Henry chocolate bar.

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ACTA STl'DENTII'M Pa gt ON OUR DREAMS Poets muse on visions grander Than their blest words can convey: And the artist at his easel Dreams the afternoon away. 'Tis their one despair forever, Though sublime the critics deem. That their most admir'd endeavour Is less wondrous than their dream. Are they but imagination? Dreams we glimqse but can't convey: We would show them to the nation But we cannot find the way. No, these things are real, immortal. All our dreams divine with grace, And, when reach'd is Heaven's portal, We shall meet them face to face. One will come and say Behold me! I'm the dream you could not write! Yours I am to hold: enfold me: Shine I now for all men's sight: When you could not quite express me, How despondent was your grief, But your child I am, you bless'd me- 'Twas you gave me life-belief. To my artist friend a vision, Blinding beauty, will arise: While you paus'd in indecision, Though you saw with inner eyes The good God excIaim'd with pity, Hands are clumsy, lips are dumb. Took me to his Heavenly City, There to greet you when you come. So the man you would be ever, Haunts the man you merely are, Do your utmost in endeavour, Still you cannot reach your star. When we rise to realms immortal, When this earthly round is done, There he stands inside the portal. Says, Now you and I are one, 1? FF X This I wrote before I knew that Heaven's here and now on earth: Though I still believe it true that All our works at greatest worth Are less wondrous than the visions That we see within our soul. On we go through incarnations, Marching upward to that goal. When we reach the highest Heaven, 'Twill not be above the skies, Here on earth shall be that Heaven That's long shone from dreamers' eyes. Heaven isn't golden pavements, Pearly gates and crystal streams: It's the fullest realization Of the visions of our dreams. Dorothy Stilsou, ll'-B ii-Ol! ONE SELF-APPROVING HOUR The Beaver sometimes contemplates the dam And says: Nice job! I'm proud of that, I am ' The Oriole regards her swinging nest And flutes, Of all fine cradles, there's the best! The She-Bear cuffs her cubs with loving paw And growls: A sweeter pair I never saw! Erect upon the Ant heap cries the Ant. Sayl Who can make a mountain if I can't? So you, I trust, have similarly stood And looked upon your work, and found it good. 11033 Oh, teacher, teacher. spare me From the lions den: We march up in the morning In battle's given array. To conquer or to perish, Before the break of day. Alas our doom is sealed We might as well be dead The teacher glowers and growls at us We'll have to see the 'Head'. And, oh, it almost breaks my heart To think how hard I tried The tears welled up into my eyes And to my shame I cried: Yield me not up to him who is The sternest of all men. Cause not my father's back to bend As with his cane he wars Cause not my mothers eyes to dim As o'er my bones she pores. Alas! my plea ne'er reached her ears So. stifling hard my groans I from the battle-field did flee And found relief in poems.