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England! Oh! England! England! Oh, England! On these dark and dreary days Far across the ocean Mistress of the waves Such a tiny happy isle Filled with ancient pride Like all those men who rose to stand Firm for the glory of this land, Oh, England! England! Oh! England! Which in all her verdure green Stands out so very gracefully Like a fairy queen, Guarding her vast empire Extending far and wide To every continent on this earth Liberty, justice, freedom of birth. Doing everything in her power To overcome these darkest hours; While in her capital sirens shriek Creating panic, fear and grief, But England still for centuries will stand While every man rises For the glory of this land. Betty O'Neill A Friend Indeed He who always lavishes with flattering praise, Always ready and ne'er delays To grasp my hand And forgive me e'er forgiveness I demand, Yet he looks to be so, He is not a friend but foe. But he who looks upon my face And with unfaltering, truthful lies doth trace! All my faults, the little weaknesses that lie within And is so sorrowful if I sin, Yet he looks not to be so, He is a friend indeed, I know. Mary E White The School There are new and modern schools Built splendidly and fine, But the school I like the best of all Is this school of yours and mine. Our school colours are blue and white, They surely are the best, And for their sake we will stay in the fight Whether we go east or west. In basketball and rugby We are sportsmen just the same, And whether or not we win or lose We will stay and play the game. Of crests and yells, we have that stuff And also me a fool, To think that I could write well enough Of Port-Hope-High-School. A Martyn Dictators All Cromwell, Napoleon, Lenin, and yes, Here's to the rulers of slaves! Hitler, Mussolini, Goering, Hess, Hail to the treach'rous knaves! Dictators all for tyranny's sake, Dishonour be yours and shame! Dishonour as long as men shall quake At Hitler's fearsome name! Mussolini was fretting in Naples Bay With the British Navy in sight. His sailors at last are given their way And the word was passed for flight. Never ran racehorse faster than he Since first that sport began. He tossed his hopes to wind and sea And straight for Rome he ran. Shirley Harness The Escape from Dunkirk In the month of May in Canada, All was serene, and clear, and bright; But, in the month of May in Dunkirk, Our men, for their lives did fight. For their lives, did I say to you just then? Yes, but for their country, too, Did our lads and men full brave Battle with strength anew. Then, when the foe was trapping them In a valley of death and fear, When our hope for them was gone, The good Lord, our prayers did hear. He calmed the waves of the angry sea, And mirrored it like glass; He drew the clouds down over it, So our men could in safety pass. So they could pass from the hands of death, From the land of fire and smoke, and dust, Over the sea that God had made To the land of the free and just. Here, on this island of liberty They dwell, safe from the guns once more; In the hands of their loved ones dear, Far from the land of war. Connie Scott, XA Winston Churchill Our Winston Churchill Leads a great band, Of soldiers and sailors With a very firm hand. He gets up and says The Germans are tough, (So Hitler says in his way) But not tough enough To lick the great millions of Britain. Gordon Page Over There When on our lighted streets we go, Chattering gaily, to and fro; Do we ever stop to care, That all is darkness "Over There." These churches, homes and schools of ours Where we spend such happy hours, They are safe beyond compare, To those buildings, "Over There." No screaming sirens pierce our night And when there comes a plane in sight, We idly watch it in the air; They run for safety, "Over There." Our motto is "work, save, and lend," All the help that we can send, To those who never say despair, To all those brave ones, "Over There." Anne Hayden My Pet This cute little dog is full of fun, Just the colour of a wiener between bun, Her bright green eyes sparkle through the night, Just like stars above, so bright. Every morning when called at nine, Her eyes from sleep are almost blind, But, up she jumps and down for the mail, Even through wind or rain or snow or hail. We all know her, "Ginger", by name, This 'pooch' so brown and full of game, We love her just like one of our own, For where'er I go she can count on a home. Lois Halstead Mussolini and Hitler Mussolini one morning bright, Went for a walk in the dawn's early light, And whom do you suppose he met with delight? Hitler of course, I know you are right. When they met, sad to say There was trouble ahead, For Britain had surely struck him dead. Said Hitler, "I'm through, how about you?" "So am I Hitler, they've whipped me too." So they threw up their hands with a jerk, And to Britain gave up their work, To the fair British land that is always alert. Stan Barkwell, IXB The Way I'll Learn to be a Man Helping mother in the summer Is the finest way, Any little boy can spend Each long vacation day. We always have a garden That needs a boy to hoe, And pull up all the useless weeds, So things we plant can grow. I can run on errands, Help feed the chickens, too. It isn't hard to find enough That any boy can do. Yes, I will help my mother Just the very best I can, For, don't you see, that is the way I'll learn to be a man? Morley Bosnell Canada This land of ours Fair and free, Land of might And liberty, Our Canada. Unfurl our flag, And hold it high - See it wave - Against the sky, For Canada. This is the day For you and me To aid the cause Of Victory For Canada. All of us Will take our stand, Side by side And hand in hand, For Canada. When war is done, And Victory Comes, as it will, There'll always be Our Canada. The Roamer I want to travel round the world, And sail across the Ocean I don't care where I go - Just to keep in motion. John Peel The trees are covered all in white, They make white etchings in the night, They stand so tall and straight and true, Dear people, this symbol is meant for you! Mina Mackay Safe It was a dark, dull night, a few days before the Christmas of 1940. The water was calm, and the boat moving steadily. Passengers were in their berths, sleeping. But the captain and crew were very tense. It was on such a night, several weeks ago, that the 'Unknown' had been sunk, in the section of water which they were now entering. The faces of the crew were very drawn, and they showed inward agitation. Then, breaking the deathlike silence, they heard a dull boom, followed by a rending and tearing of metal and wood. The alarm was sent off. In the space of a few minutes, all the passengers were on deck. The lifeboats were manned. Further explosion was heard. People fled into the boats. All was silent, because the raiding submarine was lurking near. The night passed, and the sky became streaky. The wind rose. Waves, growing higher and higher, lapped against the boats, which looked like many dots on a gray background. Soon the waves, immense in size, were sweeping down on the boats. One boat overturned. Two more collided. Death reigned in the water. Some bodies floated away, others, with heads or bodies smashed, were carried away by the never-ceasing rolling waves. Then, a quiet voice proclaimed, in one boat, that he could see a ship. A sailor looked, and said that he saw nothing. The passenger was positive that he saw a boat. A few minutes of time proved that he was right. Guns were fired, signals flashed. The ship headed their way. Soon they were on board. Safe! Safe at last! Though no sign of fright had been shown, no songs sung, everyone had kept cheerful. How glad they all were! So happy! Safe! to stand on solid land in a few hours. It was under such conditions that Mr Howe reached England. Also, it was under such conditions that Mr Gordon Scott lost his life. Shipwreck, one of the war's great disasters, saved life for one man, and took the life of his friend. Helen Stevenson, XA A Duel in the Sky The news was much talked about around No 3 Squadron barracks, located somewhere in France. The day before, a German plane had dropped a message requesting a duel to the finish with their squadron leader Brooks. The message was in Von Kulch's handwring. The time was to be the day following which was to-day and 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The squadron leader came out of the hangar and climbed into his Spad which was on the line, warming up. With a roar he was in the sky and flying for the appointed place. Reaching it; he failed to see Von Kulch's chequered Fokker come diving out of the clouds. As the German swept downward, he riddled the rear of Brook's machine. Brooks could not control his machine, as the tail assembly was shot away . The German thinking the Britisher was killed, pulled out of his dive to come in front of Brook's machine, who seeing his chance, sprayed his enemy's plane with tracer bullets. Von Kulch quivered, faltered, and then plunged earthward. Brooks was able to bring his ship down on British soil after a long glide, victorious. John Sherin |