Walkerville Collegiate Institute - Blue and White Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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BLUE AND WHITE Stately and tall. The palm-tree stands, Offering rest and shade To weary travellers. In heat-held lands, After the busy day. 14. RAPINCHUK, 9C. A MIDNIGHT DREAM 1 sat upon a midnight bank Reside a midnight stream, Mv soul into the river sank And drifted in a dream. Then came the visions to me So wonderful to spy. I was a captain on the sea Beneath a tinted sky. Then I was the king of France In all my grand array, Before me all my beauties danced. The best on earth.” thev say. A fish grown tired of the deep Splashed the vision clear, It woke me from my dreamy sleep That no more would appear. There are people, now I know. Who never, ever dream, That know not the land below. How beautiful it seems. So. if you’re by a midnight stream Just let your conscience be. And you. too, would have a won¬ drous dream. You just watch and see. L. A. MARLOWE, 12B Pafje Forty-One

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BLUE AND WHITE For lakes, clear blue, and earthly yields. Thank you. 0 Lord, Cor peace once more Which reigns o’er us like heavenly hands. For fearless nights—no bombings here To raise Hell ' s fire unto our lands— For glorious freedom four heritage) To speak and worship as we wish. But give us strength and courage fast To live Thy way, to do Thy hid, To give unto our Canada A life full free of tyrants rid, To help all peoples as before. Gain what we have forever more. OLGA EVAN, 13A YOUTH IN SPRING When Spring is in the air, I like to watch the stare Of youth whose one ambition Is to go away off fishink Then when the sun is bright And fishin’ is just right, He has a hurried hunch To run off with his lunch. The reason is of course, A certain long discourse On Pope or Aristotle, Or hydrogen in bottle. For what are dusty books Or teacher’s gloomy looks. Or even eyes of women. Compared with goin swim min’? FRANK KR All ERICH. 9K NURSING IMPRESSIONS When f first went in training at Grace Hospital, 1 didn’t know (piite what to expect. Of course. 1 had a vague idea about things in general, but I had a lot to learn about a nurse’s life. I don’t know whether all probies act like scared bunnies, but our class cer¬ tainly did. To begin with, our uniforms hadn ' t been washed enough to take up the extra length allowed for shrinkage, and we tripped over ourselves every time we went up or down stairs. The first two or three weeks in the hospital seemed Past Forty like a dream in an endless maze of halls and rooms, with here and there a stair¬ case to add to the general confusion. Then gradually we became able to find our way around. After two weeks in the classroom, we were sent to work on the floors. It took some time to become accustomed to carrying bedpans and emesis dishes; at first we held our breaths each time, but we did it so often we were fairly gasping at the end of the day! Our day begins at six a.m. when some¬ one at the hospital rings our phone to waken us. (One morning I counted fifty- four rings.) We have breakfast at the hospital at six-thirty and prayers at six- fiftv. Then we are ready for work at seven. Until ten or ten-thirty, the floors are in a state of confusion, as we try to ■‘do up” our patients in between doctors’ visits, taking patients to the operating rooms, admitting and discharging and do¬ ing a hundred other things. In the after¬ noons when we aren’t so busy (we hope), the nurses have two hours off. (Beside one half-day a week, we have four hours off on Sunday). At seven p.m,. if everything is done to the satisfaction of the supervisor on each floor, we are free to do what we like, as long as we are in the residence by ten, and have the lights out by ten-thirty (it says here!) One night every week we may sign for a late leave until eleven fifty-five. When we work nights, we begin at seven p.m. and finish at seven a.m, I still get mixed up when I work nights, be¬ cause I go oh duty one day, and come off the next. Since the night staff is not half as large as the day staff, we help clean up the dining room after midnight sup¬ per. and the case room. It doesn’t clo to have too much imagination in doing the latter. Emptying the linen hamper in the dark is gruesome when you grab hold of a bundle of warm, blood-soaked cloth. All the corridor lights are turned out at night, except for a few night lights at the floor. Every time 1 walk down the hall, I trip over half a dozen flower vases, (Continued on Page 53)

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BLUE AND WHITE “A VICTIM OF ADOLESCENCE” I wish that I could demonstrate The way I always feel. Without making my Mom and Dad Think that I ' m a heel. My Mother says that I am sick Because I sit and mope, My Father says I ' m as good as dead, That there isn ' t any hope. Myself? 1 can ' t explain this stage That scientists call youth. And surely. I’d he more than pleased If I could know the truth Of all that ails and bothers me. And keeps me in the dumps. And makes me glare at everyone ho says I have the grumps. And so to end my little poem And keep our home “sweet home. Would everyone be kind to me And please leave me alone? BILL FELLOWS. 11C ON THOUGHTS PROFOUND I speak on thoughts profound. Of worlds beyond, and little known. Of greater things than sky and ground: Of stupendous spectres that have grown From infinitestimal thoughts and phrases That come from deep and darkened hazes. And minds have tried for years in vain To search out knowledge, whence it came. What is my soul? Where doth it berth? Be it hell or heaven, or here on earth? I compare mv soul to the night. And to the darkness in its flight. The dawn is comparable to the death That reveals my soul, and steals nfy breath. BOB GIRLING THE UGLY DUCKLING Penelope Porter was by no means a pretty girl. She would never make any hearts throb faster when she entered the room. In fact Penelope was very plain and some might call her ugly. Her auburn hair was pulled tightly behind her ears and held down with a clip Penelope was never allowed to wear any make-up. “It will ruin your girlish complexion. said her sister who did not use it spar¬ ingly. Penelope’s sister Jane was consid¬ ered very beautiful and since their mother had died. Jane had full charge of Pene¬ lope. The doctor had told Penelope she did not need to wear the heavy gold-rimmed glasses, but her sister had always insisted she should. So day after day Penelope went to school wearing her flat oxfords and unstylish clothes. Penelope was always very lonesome. She didn’t have any close friend to talk with between periods about the date last Saturday (as if she ever had any) or about what to wear to the prom. Oh. the prom! How Penelope had wanted to go. but who would ask her. Betty Thomas and Anne Johnson were going, but they were so different. They always went to dances and things. Penelope heard two girls snicker and giggle as she passed them. Her brown eyes filled with tears behind those horrible, horrible glasses. Penelope was always glad when four o’clock came and she could go home to Matty, the house-keeper. Matty was Penelope’s only and best friend. When Penelope entered the kitchen Matty was very excited. “Here , she said in gasps, “it’s for you, BRYN DAVIES Walkerville Collegiate this year suffered a great loss in the death of Bryn Davies. His name has been permanently inscribed in the records of our school, for he was outstanding in every phase of school life—in sports, in cadets, in The Agcra, in social activities and in the classroom. By those of us who ware privileged to know him he will never be forgottan.