West Elgin High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (West Lorne, Ontario Canada)

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LITERARY

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FRONT ROW: H. Van Den Bosch, E. Burch, L. McKellar, O. Templeton, J. Roach, M. Kriter, S. La- Forge, L. Rice, S. Witroway. BACK ROW: D. Gordon, M. Graham, G. Nethercott, W. Lupsor, J. Hanks, L. Blackburn, B. Towers, J. Jamieson, D. McGill, B. McCann, D. Ellison. 93 We are the class that day by day Are changing Mrs. Miller ' s hair to grey. Now let us start with Larry the clown of the class, And then to Olivia a pretty lass. Next comes Bill he ' s nice and tall He will surely make girls tall Now Linda is after a boy in 12B And now we will see Marilyn and Steve As pest of our class Jerry gives the teacher plenty of sass. Emma or Emo for when your feeling low, And Sylvia who ' s work is just so, so Next is Louise the sunshine of our class Then comes Don, he will surely pass Then there ' s Dave with two girls on a hook Boy what a luck)- schnook Next comes pretty Hennie Her thoughts are worth more than a penny Shirley is a smart girl She always sets our class in a whirl Then comes big Danny Who ' s thinking of money Walter and Bruce are quiet and shy And Monty thinks that he can fly. Then the two John ' s the plural Keep our class in a twirl If you want to know who wrote it Janet Roach is the poet. 34

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PITY THE POOR BUS-DRIVER Junior Essay First Prize While everyone is talking about teachers, curriculums, classrooms and so on, one important link in our school routine is sadly overlooked. A very important role is played by the unsung hero-the bus-driver. The pranks most teachers deal with in the classrooms are nothing compared to those endured by the bus-driver. Naturally, after a long hard day at school, the passengers want to celebrate, and how they let off steam!This one, fighting with that one, about nothing at all; a tussle occasionally ends up in a shattered window or a passenger casualty. Then, perhaps, after all is settled and calm is restored, someone not- ices that his or her book is missing. Pranks of all kinds are attempted. The bus-driver is then called upon to referee the situation. All this and even more, the poor bus-driver must endure. Through sleet and snow and rain and dark of night he faithfully drives his route. Although he faces irrate parents and fidgety passengers, he maintains his cheery manner. Yes, we forget that the bus-driver is an important factor in today ' s school world. How thankful we should be that we have such a thing as a bus and bus-driver, instead of trudging to school through all kinds of weather as our parents had to do! Our hats are off to these brave souls. By Bonnie McCallum MY YOUNG WORLD Senior Essay It was a small room, simple in structure, but it held alluring attractive- ness for me. It might have been how the summer starlight sifted through the open window like gold dust through a miner ' s hungry hands. It could have been the deep concentration and silence with which my uncle studied, that mystified me. More likely it was the keen, crisp snap of the papers as he folded them and placed them on his desk. How vague, how very vague seeing him sit at his desk. The fine wal- nut finish that had been there was somewhat tarnished. However, its bright brass pulls, its finely cut drawers were as exquisite as the day it had been bought. It was truly a piece of craftmanship. Years have passed since then and now the room is cold and empty. It has served its purpose and remains in solitude. Only a crucifix plant- ed over the doorway glows like a warm jewel giving the study an appear- ance of spiritual guidance. Many times I have peered into that room fancying that my uncle was there and then I remember a timid boy of seven creeping in and wishing him goodnight. By Phillip Rivest