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

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the gorgeously coloured coral. They had the most beautiful golden hair and bright cherubic faces, but they had no legs, only long scaly fish-like fins. Johnny cried out. At once they turned, and seeing him, swam gaily toward hi?n. Have you come to play our game with us? they inquired curiously. Yes, Johnny replied shyly. What do I do? Catch us, they called gaily, as they swam off, darting like wasps among the multi-coloured coral; and Johnny followed, gliding soundlessly in pursuit. He swam on and on, past great fern- like plants which spread like octopi striving to catch and imprison him, and past ancient gal- leons which creaked in disapproval of this re- minder of their former life. Suddenly he looked at his watch, and to his horror saw that in five min- utes the elf would be gone, leaving him here for- ever. He started to swim frantically, but suddenly he stopped. Where was he? Terror seized him. He was lost. Where were his friends the sea- children? Suddenly he noticed one of them pinned beneath a huge rock nearby. Please help me, the child cried. Johnny looked at his watch. Three minutes remained. The voice of the elf echoed loudly in his mind; You must return here in one hour. I shall wait no longer. Gripped by fear he hesi- tated, then started to swim away. Desperately the sea-child called after him. The cries grew fainter and fainter. Shaking with alarm, Johnny turned and went batk to his friend. He pushed at the rock. It would not budge. He pushed again, harder and harder. Still the rock would give no ground. Johnny looked at his watch; now only one minute was left to reach the elf. He threw all his strength into one last furious effort. Every muscle strained and strained yet harder. Finally the rock loosened; the sea-child was free. At once he sped up through the silver gray currents, signalling for Johnny to follow. There about fifty feet away was the little elf. Up, up they swam in a frantic race against time. Johnny tried to reach out toward the elf who was now moving off, but already the distance was too great. He tried to get his head above water to yell, but an in- visible barrier held him down. The sun shone clear and bright on a cold October morning and clouds floated across the azure sky like wisps of smoke. Could one have perched on one of these fleecy sentinels of the dawn, seeing and hearing all that took place be- neath, one could have heard the mother of a little Saskatchewan boy. Johnny, Johnny, time to get up, she called cheerily. There was no answer. Evelyn Reid walked over to Johnny s door, opened it, and peered in. There was no one there. Just the faint smell of salt water. That was all. David James A teacher took a copy of the final geography exam to be mimeographed at the office. The secretary read it, and said to him, Sir, this is exactly the same final you gave them last year. Teacher: Oh, that ' s all right. I ' ve changed the answers. A gentleman visited a Jewish restaurant and was served by aChinese waiter who made suggestions and took the final order, all in Jewish. After dinner, the customer called the proprietor. ' Tell me, isn t it extraordinary that you have a Chinese waiter who speaks Jewish? Shhh, replied the owner, he thinks we re teaching him English. The spirited bidding stopped when the auctioneer raised his hand and announced: A gentleman in the room has lost a wallet containing SIOOO. For its return he is offering a reward of 8200. ' There was a brief silence. Then, from the back of the room was heard, $210. Driving past a new development he was building, a contractor saw a group of his men digging a trench some distance from where they were sup- posed to be working. He stopped the car, and strode over to them. What ' s going on here? ' he demanded angrily. Trench caved in, one of the men replied, with- out stopping digging. Does the foreman know about it? Well, said the workman, if he doesn ' t, we ' ll tell him as soon as we dig him out. In Korea, two soldiers were lying on their bunks one night, when one noticed that his friend was staring longingly at the pictures of pin-up girls above his head. After watching for a while, he decided to console his friend and said. Try not to think of them as women, but as 92 ' water. A student government officer at the University of San Francisco wrote to the University of Califor- nia concerning the use of the honour system dur- ing exams, and received this reply: The Uni- versity of California abandoned the honour sys- tem several years ago when it became evident that the professors had the honour and the stu- dents the system.

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oeuvred into place and sent off her forward tor- pedoes into the line of ships, the sudden release shaking the whole boat. The Germans scored well. The two shots meant for the lagging tanker resulted in its explosion and complete destruc- tion. One of the other torpedoes was lucky and hit another tanker in the bow. Now the destroyer was on the hunt. It raced, zig-zagging continually, towards the point of at- tack. Depth charges were coming down now and the sub decided it would be unhealthy to stay with two destroyers on her tail. She set her course direct for New York City and, running silent so as not to be easily detected by the Yank destroyers, headed to the south-west. Hans and the other crew members were elated with their first American kill and hoped to add many more to their record before returning home to St. Nazaire. To flans this was only the begin- ning. His hatred of the Yanks had shown clearly during the attack on the convoy by his deep de- light when he had seen the tanker explode into a crimson fire-ball. Closer to the coast and New York City the sub had to be more careful. There were many convoys continuously crossing the Atlantic and most of them started from New York. The choice for the U-boat was great, but there was also a greater concentration of warships of all kinds. Because of the large number of ships in the port, the Ger- mans were tempted to enter right into the harbour and leave before the Yanks knew what was hap- pening. But they wisely decided to wait a while and hear what orders they received from home. For the following days the German sub quietly glided about under waterwaiting for unsuspecting stragglers at the rear of convoys. They sank a few in this manner, but after the sixth night things were getting too hot. The American coast guard was on the look-out and several destroyers had been sent to search for and kill the sub. Having been bashed around slightly by enemy depth charges and kept on edge by anti-submarine airplanes, the Germans decided to make their way slowly back to France. But the humming of destroyers screws came ominously closer over- head, and slowed down to a dull whine. Every man was tense with expectation, waiting for the charges to be dropped. Suddenly the boat was lifted and released again as if by a giant hand. She was tossed about violently and the destroyer continued throwing its patterns of depth charges further ahead of the sub. Crippled, the German tried desperately to get away, but it was badly damaged and would have to surface soon. The Yankee destroyer was waiting. The Amerikaner ' accepted the German surrender and proceeded to take the prisoners aboard. The crew were downcast; Hans was in a depressed and vindictive mood. Soon the captain of the destroy- er came down to address the prisoners. He spoke courteously to them, standing near Hans. In the next instant Hans was lying dead on the deck with five bullets in his side. On his face was a smile of satisfaction, for the American captain was dead at his side, Hans hands still around his neck in a stranglehold. J. van Oordt 1 fiHALL WAIT NO LONGER The moon shone clear and bright on a cold October night. The stars twinkled across the heavens like a million diamonds on a carpet of ebon velvet. Could one have perched upon one of those glittering sentinels of the night, seeing and hearing all that took place on the earth, one could hear the bed-time prayer of a little Sas- katchewan boy: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. With this, Johnny Reid smiled and kissed his mother good-night. Evelyn Reid tip-toed to the door, pausing to glance lovingly at her eight year old son. Already Johnny had dropped off to sleep, and he felt himself drifting through a thick unpalpable mist. Suddenly, without warning he emerged from it to find confronting him a queer little man with huge ears and a crooked nose. Astonished, he tried to speak, but only stood there gaping. Welcome to the land of sea people, said the elf. Would you like to visit my children? Oh, yes, stammered Johnny, but how? Without replying the elf turned and, beckoning to Johnny to follow, lead the way through a heavy iron gate and down a mysterious path. Down, down, down it twisted, past mammoth gray rocks and stunted gnarled trees. At last it reached the sea. The little elf grasped Johnny by the hand and whispe red one swift instruction: You must return here in one hour. I shall wait no longer. With these words he hurled the bewildered boy into the water. When Johnny had recovered from the shock he started to swim, but realized he did not have to, for a strange current was drawing him, directing him down into the depths. This water was strange; it was warm; it had a weird silvery glint. He tasted it; it was sweet. He inhaled; breath came in. He was now approaching bottom, however, and as he peered breathlessly through the dim waters he could make out a number of strange figures frolicking about, playing at hide and seek among

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THE CYCLE If all goes well this evening, this will be my final entry. Our tiny rocket is almost ready to be loaded with the material which we have compiled about the comet. I know that I will not be one of the very select few who will be saved from the comet; I can feel that I am dying. From my window, I can see the launching pad quite clearly in the evening glow; I can see some of the men working feverishly to fuel and load the rocket; I can see the look of fear on their faces. I can see the faint glimmer of the comet s tail far in the distance, out in space, spreading its deadly gas to other worlds, killing as it speeds through space. It has done its work on this planet and now it returns to wherever it has come from. In fifty thousand years, it will return as it has in the, past to wipe out this planet s population. Before his death this morning, the professor completed his charts of the comet ' s course. He had worked ceaselessley since the comet s sight- ing two years ago to compile this information. He died as the others did, slowly but not painfully. My only regret now is that we are not far enough advanced to prepare a larger rocket or perhaps a fleet of rockets to send into space with at least a part of the world ' s population. But now it is too late. Even if we could send a larger rocket into space, there is hardly anyone left to send and there is nowhere to go. I have just been informed that the rocket is ready and that conditions will very shortly be perfect for the launching. They are waiting for this log-book, so I must hurry to place it in the rocket ' s hold. I will be dead before this book and the rocket which will bear it make one complete revolution around the planet. My last wish can only be that if this is ever recovered by an intel- ligent race on this planet, that they will be able to understand it and be able to use the knowledge which we have assembled to save their own civi- lization from ultimate destruction by the comet s deadly gas. Pilot to base, come in base. Base to pilot, over. I have sighted an unknown object falling to- wards Earth. Request assistance to recover it. We have the object on radar. Will send as- sistance immediately, over and out. And so this object was recovered and brought secretly to a specially provided laboratory for in- spection. No information was given to the press as the object was kept under military security and only a few men were allowed to see and examine it. Some mention of it did, however, appear in the newspapers, but only slight attention was paid by the general public to the news item. Several of the Earth ' s greatest scientists were called together to discuss this unknown object. Gentlemen, as far as I can tell, this is a time capsule of some type sent into orbit around the Earth fifty thousand years ago. This capsule, therefore, substantiates the validity of the recent finding of an early intelligent civilization which was destroyed at approximately the same time that the capsule was sent into orbit. Each of you is a specialist in his own field and each of you has been assigned to work on a specific part of this project. I suggest that we adjourn this meeting and begin our work immedi- ately. You will all be notified of our next meeting. Several days went by without any further de- velopments. Then the head of the committee work- ing on the project asked the scientists to turn in reports on their work up to that point. After hav- ing studied them, he informed the men that there would be a meeting the following day. It seems to me gentlemen, that we all agree that this information about this comet is intended as a warning to us, but as we have no knowledge of such a comet, we must assume Excuse me, sir, but the teletype operator thought you should get this message immediately. He took the piece of paper from the messenger, read it, and then turned to speak to his- fellow scientists. Gentlemen, this message has just arrived from the observatory. It reads as follows: ' Comet sighted, will pass Earth in about two years ' . ' Brian Stein High Command, London, England, December 23, 1943. My Dearest Boy, I have been reading just this night of your many victories. There is a picture of you in the HERALD leading your men across the Tinges River. It ' s so hard to think that these hardened veterans are the same lads you used to bring home from Eton for a feast of Old Elie ' s cookies. I am so proud when people, mothers and old bent fathers, stop me in the street and tell me that their sons served under you and ask me if I don t feel very, very special being your mother. I know how it displeases you when I speak of your father. I know you would rather I forgot him or even felt the distaste you do for his memory, but I was his wife and it ' s most difficult to break faith with one you loved. You know him only by the reports of others, but I know him. It all began in a little town in Devonshire some time before the last war. I was not a roman- tic young thing, but I was in love with him from the first. Whenever I think of Jeff, I see him as he was that day and the years between fade 90