Selections of Poetry

1923-24 Annual (p.11)

Dedie à Mme. Sanderson-Mongin avec les hommages affectueux de l'auteur.

MAH JONG!! MAH JONG!!
(Avec mes excuses a Rouget de Lisle)

Allons! Soyons toujours joyeuses,
On ne doit jamais s'ennuyer.
Fuyons dans une vie serieuse
Le loisir qui va nous rouiller.
Entendez-vous la salle pleine
De rires, d'argent et de voix,
Qui nous appellent a la fois
Pour venir essayer la veine.
Au jeu! Victoriennes!
Jouons, chacune pour soi,
Mah Jong! Mah Jong!
Quelle belle chose
Nous devons aux bons Chinois.

-E. B. P.

1931-32 Craigdarroch (p.24)

THE FOGHORN

A haunting voice...that ever calls
Out of the chill and spectral gloom,
When enshrouding mist o'er-falls
The land, and verdant summer bloom
Has faded...it is a strange cry...
Vibrant now, now dim and plaintive;
Like a half-forgotten mem'ry,
Insistent, yet elusive...

-Elizabeth Garrett.

1955-56 Tower (Literary Section)

I Argue With My Family

The things that I will argue out
With all my family
Are truly very serious
As the sufferer is me.

They pick on me from every side
And say things very cruel,
My life becomes more miserable
With every verbal duel.

And when I lose my arguments
No wonder that I moan,
They all delight in punishments
That work me to the bone.

Cousin will scream and kick my shins
And mom will slap me down,
My best friend tells the crimes I did,
Dad lectures with a frown.

All these things add up to make
My life a total mess.
From worry I'll get ulcers
So I'll just leave home, I guess!

-H.V.C.