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

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Senior Poem - First Prize ' NON SCHOLAE SED VITAE West Elgin High we praise you now For you will always be A school that we can be proud of And hold in high esteem. We all know what our motto says Let ' s live it through and through Non scholae sed vitae diseimus That ' s Latin as you see. It is not for school we ' re learning Instead our whole lives through So as we go about each day Let ' s make our motto true. We ' ve learned for school , that ' s quite correct But something more than that, To live a life that ' s full of truth For ever and always. To thank West Elgin would be wrong Instead our teachers true They ' ve tried their hardest, done their best Now what more can they do? Yes, it ' s up to us, the students Of dear West Elgin High To practise what they ' ve preached to us Until the day we die. We can ' t all be Albert Einsteins Or Stephen Leacocks too, But we can show our knowledge In the little things we do. So let ' s not let West Elgin down She ' s been our guardian and guide Lets ' ever speak of her good name And for her show our pride. By Kathy Baker LATIN LUNACY You see a pretty girl walking down the street; she is, of course FEMININE. If she is SINGULAR you are NOMINATIVE. You walk across to her and become DATIVE. If she is not OBJECTIVE you are soon PLURAL. You walk home with her and her mother becomes ACCUSATIVE. You enter and sit down. Her little brother is a DEFINITE ARTICLE. You talk of her FUTURE and she changes to your PAST. You kiss her and her father becomes PRESENT. Things are TENSE and soon you find yourself the PAST PARTICIPLE. Kids who watch television night and day, will go down in history — not to mention geometry, French and Chemistry.

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IN MEMORY OF JOHN F. KENNEDY- 35TH PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES Junior Poem - First Prize God Bless America The place where he was born, And now, in his great memory Let the whole world mourn. Mourn for the love he gave them, For the way he treated them true, For the way he made them happy Everyday the sky was blue. But now, the sky has darkened, The time for tears is near, Great crowds of people gather, The time they feared is here. They know that tears can ' t help them It won ' t bring him back again, But to them this is their comfort No one should be ashamed. Everyone on this day Should pray for the country dear, They should pray for his loving family It will bring them very near. So let us all remember, Though it ' s not our country he led, We must think of his memory often, And the reason he now is dead. By Linda Compeau WAITING AND WANTING Days have passed since my Daddy went, And yet my memories are all refreshed. I remember him, all white and cold Lying there, so big and bold. His eyes were shut as if asleep My mother looked and began to weep. Everyone took their turn and paid good-bye And then at last I turned and cried. The tears rolled down my cold cheek My hand touched his hand, my knees went weak. I knelt and kissed my Daddy ' s brow And went and took my place among them all. We bowed our heads in prayer All our memories we will share. Then they closed that big wooden box And the six men held the locks, They carried him to a place In town And then we prayed and they lowered him down. This is the last of my Daddy dear That I ever saw him of this year, To this day we never forget To mention our love without regret. M, Timson

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Junior Second Prize WHY DO WE HAVE CHRISTMAS? c ' Why do we have Christmas? someone said to me, Here is what I told him, listen and you ' ll see. Christmas is a happy time A time of joy and cheer, A time we should remember, And a time we should hold dear. Because of that small baby Who came into our heart, He took the good and bad And put them both apart. He taught us to be thankful To our Father up above, He taught us to be good And kind to all we love. His gifts had been most generous But His time had been too short. Because they carried him away To Caesar ' s Royal Court. But let us now remember When He came from up above, And of that one most precious gift, The gift for all to Love. By Linda Compeau Senior Second Prize PEACE Shakespeare wrote so many decades past That all the world ' s a stage and we the cast. Now at long last we can prove ' tis true God is the author, and each one takes his cue. It may at times seem more than we can bear But God will take us in his loving care If we ask, and place our trust in Him He ' ll comfort and assist in all our battles grim. The Lord is my Shephered I shall not want With this in mind, any obstacle we could mount. If all men would make a convenant of peace Soon all wars and hatred would cease. Betty Kearns.