| Two Poems by Muriel Llewelyn and Sonny Morrison |
| STRUGGLING TO KEEP THE RULE There's a breathless hush in our class today, Nine o'clock and we're all shut in. A scratchy board, all flooded with light, And we're far from knowing anything right. And it's not for the sake of an extra point, That we hush our talking of things that leap, But the voice of our teacher bidding us all "Pay attention, pupils, don't go to sleep." The chalk on the floor is tracked under foot, There are books on the floor where we knocked them out, In spite of our care of not laughing out loud, A few laughing over a joke. The lessons are hard, and not known today Noon time so far we could almost weep, As we twist and turn and strive to obey "Pay attention, pupils, don't go to sleep." These are the words we recollect, As pencils fall and paper whirrs by, Outside, snow falls thick on the ground, And pigeons utter their mournful cry. During these first hours spent in class The "School Rules" seem hard to keep, But if we struggle hard enough, We will pay attention, not go to sleep. Muriel Llewelyn OUR TEACHING STAFF 1938 Here's to our principal, Mr. Fitch, We hope he never gets the ditch, We figure him a big asset, Should he depart it would cause regret, We love him lots though he may not know it, It's really hard for kids to show it, A real good sport and lots of fun, Remembers well when he was young, We sputter some, but think he's swell, Through all this life we wish him well. Next comes Miss Allen we think we're lucky, To have a teacher so wise and plucky, Our English lessons are now a pleasure, Which makes our lady a real treasure. We're proud to say Miss Merriam too, Teaches Social Problems as few can do, With patience rare, and manners mild, She's most impressive and never riled. Though Mr. Allen is new to us, To give him up would make a fuss, He teaches Mathematics with great speed, But in the evenings he lives to 'read', We consider our staff one hundred per cent, The money they get is money well spent. Sonny Morrison |