Wallaceburg District Secondary School - Actiana Yearbook (Wallaceburg, Ontario Canada)

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THE AMATEUIPS LAMENT . . . I woke this morn with thoughts of mild dismay, That sonnet to write must it be ready today? There is more to consider than words that will rhyme, You must have a certain number of feet in a line. I think I shall have to write about summer or winter, But first I must pay attention to the metre. I must think of a theme that is cheery and light. Oh, this is not a sonnet, now I'm in a plight. I've thought and I've thought but nothing comes to mind That compares to Milton's poem to the blind. The metre is wrongg the rhyme is not right, I have not thought of a theme that is cheery and light. I wish someone would hurry and come to my aid, For after all, you know, poets are born and not made. Marietta Campbell 12B SKYLINE .... You towering peaks, reach up your arms, your head. To touch the clouds so white, so pure, so rare. You leave this town whose streets are greys and leads To join the birds on high in this much purer air. At dawn, dark roofs are bright, and then are dark again As the sun lights up your face, and then moves on To touch with beams of gold you who have lain In wait the night for one shaft, first here, then gone. Comes dusk, your spires all melt into the vast black Of the sky and from your windows gleaming front A million points of light like gems wink back A word of cheer to those who long, who hunt For joy amidst this world of majesty and height Which conveys to all alike, both strength and might. Betty McAllister 13 THE WEATHER .... The soft winds melted all the fallen snow, On Candlemas the sun shone bright and clear, But ground-hog tracks about caused me to know That there would be two winters in that year. Last night the forecast for this section said, Tomorrow we'll have fog and wind and rain. But I had seen the sun set bright and red So knew the weather would be fine again. The hills resounded to the thunder's roarg The lightning flashed a blaze across the sky: But I'd been fooled by Summer's whims before And knew that all signs fail when weather's dry So to make use of all this knowledge gained, I chose our picnic date and right! It rained. Mary Glasgow 12B -24-

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Slock.: O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy. conquests. glories. spoils. shrunk to this little measure? But mainly . . . -does it hurt? Ah. but 'e's dead! What a bloomin pity. Now. I guess I'll 'ave to take over all the nc - es and spoils of Rome: me and my. friends. 'jer- ius Ayreus Antonius and Iackus I epidus Wat- son. Oh. well I can build a iew railroads in mv 'omeland of Brittania. now. I'm not so had of! at that. Cheerio. and all that rot. IExrt.l EDl'I'OR'S NOTE: In Act III. the translator has put Scene 3 before Scene 2. because Shakespeare get them mixed up. ACT III - SCENE 3 - Rome. a street. Enter.: Ladies and Gentiles. females and reptiles. alllgators. incubators. sirectators. operators. aviators. undertakers. an - - - deep sea div- res: but mostly citizens. First Cit.: Uh oh! Caesar has been murdered! Sec. Cit.: And uh oh! uh oh! Ierius Ayreus Anton- ius is going to goeth into his solrloquy. Third Cit.: Boy .... what a soliloquy that ist! Fourth Cit.: Sh-sh! ..... Don't make any noise during this soliloquy. Fifth Cit.: I gotta copy down this soliloquy and leameth for memory work. Sixth Cit.: Sh-sh! Here goeseth the soliloquy. ACT III - SCENE 2 - Rome. the Forum. Enter: Ierius Ayreus Antonius. and a throng of citizens. Ayr.: Friends. Romans. and farmers lcountry men - - people from the count J: lend me your ears land your poket booksni: I come to bury Caesar. not to praise him: 'cause when l dig that crazy Caesar. I'm stoned. even if I'm dig- ging him six feet under! Man. that Caesar was the most and the coolest! Cixeuntl EDITOR'S NOTE: From here on. the translator paid no regard what-so-ever to Shakespeare's case. So it you have Shakespear's lulius Cae- sar in one hand while you are holding this version in the other. cut off the hand holding this case. and stick strictly to Shakespeare. ACT IV - SCENE 1 - Home. a street. Enter: Slockius Homeus and Iackus Lepidus Wat- son. Wat.: Slockius! Do you know who shived Caesar? Slock.: Oi course I do. you bloomin' moron. Wat.: Who then? Who killed Caesar? Was it E Pluribus Unum? Or. who was it? Slock.: I.. E.. Mentary. my dear Watson. I.. E. Menta ..... I.. E. Mentary. Brutus. that is Well. izheerio. and all that rot. KExeuntl ACT IV - SCENE 2 - Rome. a house Enter: Slockius Homeus and Calphurnia. Cal.: Slockius I-Iomeus! I'll gay you a thousand drachmas to catcheth my usband's murderers. Slock.: Drachmas? Rotty drachmas? Who wants drachmas? I only accept sound British bank notes. Cal.: Very well. Slockius! I'll pay thine fee. Now wilt thou take my case? -23- Slock.: A e! I'll get your 'usband's bloody murd- erer. Calphurnia! Single 'anded. with my ar- my. l'll get 'lm! So watch out you ruddy mur- derer ..... 'cause Calphurma. 'ere I come! Cal.: Say! That's a good title for a songeth .... Calphurnia. Here I Come! lExeuntl ACT V - SCENE l - Phillippi Enter.: The third Triumvirate. Slockius Hemeus. lerius Ayreus Antonius. and lackus Lepxdus Watson. and their army. Slock.: All right you bloomin' soldiers! We're overlookin' a plain at Phillippi. waitin'to am- bush Brutus and 'is ruddx arm who are com- in' through and YOU A 'E TI-IEEE tfrom pro- gram of same name!! Wat.: Look! Here comes Brutus and his arm!! We're in fer a bloody battle. which remm s me. how's yer mudder Slockius? Ayr.: Get ready .... aimeth .... charge!! fSounds of battlel Wat.: I-Iurrah!! Brutus's army is beat! There's his tent. I.et's grab him before he throws himself on his sword! Slack.: Don't be ridiculous! Why should 'e throw 'imself on 'is sword when 'e can use a nice eliicient pistol? Ayr.: Well then. let us. capture him before he throweth himself on his pistol! Wat.: Surrender Brutus. and lemme wam ya. anything ya say will be held agin ya! Enter: Brutus. Brut.: Before you taketh me. let me eat a little dinner. Slock.: Righto. old cha ! Go ahead and eat a ruddy big meal. It's Tiable to be your last. In case it is. I'll bid you a cheerio and all that rot. Wat.: Hey! Wait a sec! I'm kinda hungry myself. Watcha eatin'? Brut.: Oh iusteth some pickled wilddpig's knuck- les. with asparagus and poisons mushrooms on the side 'm almost done. Ach!!!. my stom- ach!! The poison is taking effect. I'm almost done for! Caesar's death is aven ed. Caesar's ghost can rest in pieces. ?Dies.l Ayr.: Brutus is dead! Let us go back to Rome. and declareth Roman holiday! Then we can all go roamin' in the gloarnin! ACT V - SCENE I - Rome. a lunch lounge Enter: Caesar's ghost. and the ghost oi Benium Liardolus. Gh. of Ben. Gar.: Well. noble Caesar. new that your death is avenged. you have no worries. Caes. Gh.: Yes. you are right. We should find- eth another ghost. and the three of us could formeth a fourth triumvirate. Then. we could goeth and haunt a few houses at Pompeii Gh. of Ben. Gar.: .... . And make a ghost town of the place. Leteth us do that! CExeunt.J CASE CLOSED. SLOCKIUS I-IOMEUS. DETECTIVE fllrivatel

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BIG MGNSTER .... The chairs were scattered round aboutg The table was littered with books And there in the corner the monster stood With glarey and blinding looks. With a blaring voice and glaring face The monster ruled supreme And all around the slaves sat bound, Dazed, as in a dream. Morning, noon and night it blared, It never seemed to stop, Until one night at eight-fifteen Something inside went pop . All is calm, the monster is gone, The chairs are back in place, And there in the corner where the monster stood, There is an empty space. But alas my friends, the monster is back, The chairs, wide-scattered they beg And there in the corner the monster stands, A twenty-one inch T.V. NORTHLAND NIGHT . . . Into the night comes a high-pitched cry: As the snowy owl goes floating byg Rabbits and rodents in their dens do quiver, Fear stabbing their hearts and making them shiver. A fox on the hilltop barks at the moon, While from the lake comes the call of the loon. A buck's trail is outlined against the snow, Telling who cared where he did go. A victory cry from the forest within, Calls to a feast the wide-spread wolf king Many the buck that heard that dare And all but trembled in his lair. Then comes the lull before the dawn, Broken by only the half-grown fawn That stirs up its bed where it did lay And rises, to greet the breaking day. -25- David Mann - 10B Albert Schmidt - 10D