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

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BLUE AND WHITE 1947 25 ♦ » SECOND PRIZE DRAWING—TIE—LOIS CULLEN A HYMN OF THE HOMEWORK (Willi apologies lo Sir Arthur Sullivan) My homework, my homework. I wish I ne ' er was born; All night I’ve worked on homework till hours of early morn. Mon fraiKais est terrible. Math fills my heart with fear. I ' m scared to think of Easter, to which we ' re drawing near. My homewor k, my homework, at home I ' ve got to stay; I cannot go out skating. I have no time for play. My science is not finished. I ' m slipping it appears. When I think of Miss Bergoitie. my eyes are filled with tears. For those who give the homework, have gone their happy way To shows or the arena: they ' ve lots of time for play. I hope their ears are burning: no sleep come to their eyes: (lod make them homework conscious and home¬ work minimize. - KV AXt ' .KI.IX K DARKER. lUA. LINGUAL EXPERIENCES Until that fateful fall of ' 43. I had as much desire to speak French or quote Latin as to meet an Australian Bushman. Necessity and “villains.” namely, the teachers of Walkervillc Collegiate Institute, changed these conditions. Till this time, my French vocabulary consisted of a few glib phrases such as: Parlez-vous I ' ran- cais?” and touche! The meanings, however, were not contained therein. The first day at W.C.I. a Mr. Waddell burst into noire classe de francais with the words: “Bonjour, la classe. X’eedless to say. little hearts went fluttering and minds were set busy devis¬ ing translations for such a difficult passage. We progressed, and it was not too long before we could converse in tortured French on some everyday subjects. As I look back I realize that we must have sounded like this: How goes she to-day?” I go to the house of the school and am busy standing up straight all around the morning ' The book 1 begged you to myself lend, he came, and to you I thank much but truly are you not out put?” Xo more of it talk: never talk again. It was nothing yet. It to me makes much happiness it to do for you. After this, our class was not the same. In us was born that lust for higher l earning. We received some with Mr. Klinek. To our vocabu¬ lary were added such sentiments as: la ferine ile nous. ah! ces ponies! , and la belle cam- pagne de Roseland. However, another gloom appeared on the horizon—Latin! Perhaps it was inevitable that such teachers as had taught a living language as if it were dead, should now teach a dead language as if it were buried. From a simple start, the work piled up—de¬ clensions. conjugations, comparatives, passives. I.ivy. Xepos. subjunctives, miscellaneous indirect forms and sequence of tenses—until the weary soul cried out. “Xo more!! Yet who am I to talk—a lowly fourth-former still not able to tell an indirect command from a purpose clause! I must struggle on with the rest: I too must grope for the daylight. Per¬ haps. in later years. I may be able to look back on this as one of the happiest times of my life. To me it seems appropriate that over the main entrance of alma mater there should be a si m saying: Through these portals pass some of the hardest-working students in the country and the luckiest for it. —1( MIX BAR! iEX. I2B. Windsor Public Library

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15 I- V E A N D Y H I T E I • 4 7 27 ♦ I ♦ HENRY V SECOND PRIZE DRAWING—TIE—JOHN MacLACHLAN “DOODLING The fine art of doodling is not mentioned in any dictionary—large or small. In tact, many people, sad to say. have never even heard of doodling. The practice of doodling is one which nearly anyone with average or even under-aver¬ age intelligence can master. There are very fe w professional doodlers in this country, and so. if you find a hidden talent for this fine art. why not make it your lifetime work? The necessary tools for doodling are not difli- ctil to obtain. For a beginner or an amateur, the best plan is to have a little corner by yourself with a comfortable chair, a telephone, a paper, a pencil and someone on the other end of the telephone line. Then ou may doodle away in leisure for hours. Some of the more common designs of doodling are tooth-pick men. gaily marching up and down stairs and disappearing into space, fancy hearts and laeey designs, birds with feathers and cur- lique tails, dogs with wings, and that fascinating little game of x ' s and o ' s. Once vou have become well-trained in wield¬ ing that wicked pencil, you will unconsciously find yourself doodling away merrily in class, at meetings, at lectures, or while doing your home¬ work. Do not worry if people object to your doodling when you should be working. They will forgive you when you become famous. Some doodlers have become very celebrated and their works may be seen in the modern art exhibits. Salvador Dali is one of these well- known doodlers but he is more commonly known as a surrealist. He seems to specialize in bony lingers and staring eyes which glare at you from all directions. Do not worry, however, if these prizes give you nightmares, for some doodling specimens can be very pleasant to look at. One of these days, some bright fellow is going to invent a way by which your fortune or psy¬ choanalysis can be read by analysing a specimen of your doodling. Until this time comes, how¬ ever. keep improving your doodling, and perhaps some day you will be able to draw curly cats and furry fish w ith your eves closed, your back turned, and a penc il perched between yo.u.r toes. Then will you be able to say proudly. I am a doodler. 1! KBAKA T IT, 11A. SHAKESPEARE A great man. horn in dim obscurity. I it the great years of famed Elizabeth. Built for himself a staircase of renown. And climbed it higher yearly till his death. A stage-struck lad. he started on a mission Unknown to him. which has become tradition. Inspired, one time, he sat down to compose A poem, which became a noted play The story of two lovers in a web Of hate, who died, that hate to cast away. In later years, he created many more And each one brought him further to the fore. He told of tortured Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: He wove the tale of Caesar’s fame in Rome: He opened wide the soul of dark Othello: Sent countless warring kings victorious home. With his vast art for gay tricks pleased the mob. And with his pathos often drew a sob. Ceased now. has he. to write his wondrous works. Long since has passed away from Earth ' s loved light. But as the years rush on. lie ' s not forgotten : Rather his name is raised to greater height. A man. he was. w ho w rote in years gone by. But while his plays still live, lie ' ll never die. JAN E MAY BEE, I2A.