Oakwood Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (Toronto Ontario, Canada)

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dimension surface by perspective drawing, we ought also to be able to represent four dimensions on three dimensions. This reasoning leads us nowhere for when we should have represented four dim- ensions we could still go on to a fifth and there would be no limit. An explanation or theory, to be satisfactory should not need other explanations to explain it. So far, Einstein's is the only theory that does not need an in- finite number of smaller assump- tions which we have no reason to assume. When we say there is a law of gravity, we have to look again for an explanation of gravity. But this is wandering from the theory. If the world was made up of one substance and only one, could we have any possible absolute method of measurement 'Z Perhaps you say yes. Now take two rods of exactly the same size of the one and only material and place them on a cir- cular plate of large diameter. Let this plate be hot at the circumfer- ence and cold at the centre. When we place the rods together at the centre their ends coincide, but when we remove one to the circum- ference it expands. What way have we of measuring it '? If you bring the other to it, it also will THE OAKWOOD ORACLE parently the original length. Now let us consider time. Some fine morning in the middle of a Latin lesson suppose every- thing happened a thousand times slower. You would be absolutely unaware of the change. Clocks would not show the change, nor the sun or movement, or in fact any- thing else. That is, you depend, for your ideas of time and eve1'y- thing else on some arbitrary meas- ure as a yard-stick, a watch, the sun or any standard selected and observations are relative to these. That is relativity. Of course there are more theories that follow di- rectly, such as that all lines are closed curves, but the dose to be- gin with should be small. The theory, like most was once declared impossible and the Ency- clopedia Brittanica, of the edition previous to Einstein fthe one in our libraryb condemns it. Scientists, by accurate observa- tions and calculations, based on the theory being confirmed are now al- most universally agreed that the mind of the genius Einstein has turned out a theory that more nearly fits our experience than any other and it may be that in the futu1'e children will be taught the theory and think our present con- ceptions strange. expand and they are still both ap- Llitt Bush H7115-11 Shadows fail and night B1'lI1g'llOStS Off01'g0ttQ1l U'L'?lSll1'PS. SlL9HlS OH, Yet strains that sound statelier To my window of dreams I come, Here, in the deepening twilift, To my heart is wafted a song. Joyously-gay dance measures, Faint echoes of happier hours, To my window, facing the sea note, Linger in the seas's foamy wake, Faintly, from the soft green of hills Far away, muted echoes float. H.b.Ix. V.B. Pagw Tll.'l'Ilfjl-N'fllG

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THE OAKWOOD ORACLE heart. But David, she is not worth it. She has no love to give anyone except herself. You have the soul of an artist, a love for everything that is truly beautiful. such as she could never understand. You have given her Life's most precious gift. She has nothing to give you in re- turn. You could never be happy together. David got up in despair. With- out saying a word, he limped away, his head bowed a little. Miss llurns did not need a stifled sob to tell her that his heart was break- ing. He liinped slowly, painfully, down the street, his whole being throb- bed with the pain in his heart. Yet he knew it was true. Even in his great love, and loyalty to her, he could not deny it. He wandered on, scarcely realizing where he. went. Without knowing why, he stumbled into old St. Georges Somewhere at the back the choir was practising, but there was no one in the church. He sank on his knees: but could not pray: scarcely could he think. After a time he became conscious of the peaceful quietness of the old church. 'The choir had stopped singing. The very stillness seemed to sooth the ache in his heart. Then suddenly he knew that both Miss Burns and Joan were wrong. What Joan had really wanted was the glory of love. At last he had found her! The church seemed filled with her presence. Back in the library, Joan was tearing up pile after pile of paper. It was of no use. She could not write. Words came, stiff, dead words that meant nothingg she had wanted to write living words. But that was not what she wanted any more. She did not want fame, or wealth. She wanted David. The sexton found him that night, when he went to lock up. He was still kneeling, but there was a smile of peace on his face. Joan knew when she saw him, that at last he had found happiness. He had lov- ed her, and known in some myster- ious way, that she loved him. Even Death could not conquer the glory of Love. QEin5tein'5 Ulibenrp Do not let the title terrify you. We have become so accustomed to adopting certain statements as facts that we cannot conceive of anything otherwise explaining facts. Away back in the dim past. because our ancestors had not over- come many obstacles, they could not understand anything they could not see. When they saw that a block of wood had length, breadth and thickness the matter ended thereg an analogy is the way science ignored air although it had always been present. So they for- got Zlll about time. A body of three dimensions thus cannot exist. For us to be aware ol' it, it must en- dure for some time. When we are at it why should the time be taken Page Tzlwfztyl-Eigltt in any particular era ? Just as we may take a foot in Toronto or in Hamilton, time might be taken in the thirteenth century, Einstein says that is possible. Suppose that while you were reading this article you started to move away with the speed of light. The same ray would continue to affect your eye and in other words you would never finish this. If you went still faster and could still see at whatever dis- tance you were, things would be- gin to move backwards and by con- tinuing you could see anything in the past. However, if the event must always have happened. H. G. Wells in his book The Time Ma- chine argues that since we can re- present three dimensions on a two

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TH E OAKWOOD ORACLE The Qllripple A child, I sat with wondering eye And watched the bustling world go by. No happy children round me played, Nor notice took, save one wee maid Who pity in her heart discerned, And sympathized where others spurned. She led me up to hills on high, Where we watched clouds and men go by- All passing by '.,..,..... .. We two grew upg she to her friends. The wealth, the beauty Fortune sends To those on whom she smiles, but not To us who bear a bitter lot. My heart for her in love had burned, My inner soul had silent yearned ............ The one she chose was strong, and tall, They often pass within my call- Together ............ passing by ......... I'm growing old, I cannot see The things that once were dear to me: The towering hills, the billowing clouds That we had called the angel's shroudsf' In my imprisoning shack I stay, Thinking, brooding, each long day, Then I turn my sightlcss eyes again To the street whence comes the tread of men, Forever ............ passing by .......,.... -JONAHOLD. Clliseruein Qauintus Oh Fifth Former, why do you hesitate '? Why do you remain here and waste your time 7 How many times have you come here without your home-work done? I do not order you to leave school and go to work, but if you consult me, I ad- vise it. Your indifference to your many crimes of skipping school has thrown you very far behind in your work. Not only do you not pay attention, but also you disturb the class. Ilo you think that you will pass the examinations by just ljflfjl' T11 iffy sitting in the room for a year 'Z Moreover, oh Lazy One, you would think that I am the one who must write this examination. What shall I say of the fact that for the pur- pose of avoiding suspicion you slylv feign sickness? Nevertheless I will not cause you to understand what the teachers think of you. And yet why do I speak? in order that you may ever reform. Would that the mortal gods would inspire you with ambition! D.K. V.A.C.