Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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Nothing An empty wasteland, dark and foreboding: No beast, no human would enter its groping fingers of gloom. Blackness, nothing is thereg but something must be there for no one would enter Just an unnamable something. The sun rose, good old sun who was always lighting the dark corners, No one was too afraid when the sun shone But the sun didn't seem to fully pierce the wasteland. Again the darkness: doors are bolted, owls boot, bats patrol the air like sinister symbols of suspense. The wasteland is silentg but listen! A scream, terror-laden, pitifully beseeching, breaks the silenceg the voice of a young woman cries out from the wasteland. For no good howeverg if anyone heard, they wouldn't help. No more sound, just emptiness. An empty wasteland, dark and foreboding: It contains nothing, nothing but the ability to strike your heart with terror by merely being .... nothing. -- S. .l I. ll'h1'Ic Page I5

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Sammy As soon as we had arrived we heard about Stttnmy. We weren't told too much about him, but it wats obvious that to the local folk he was just, Sure. we'd get to know him. Old Bill Ultutnbers didn't stty much about him. His only remark caune after trying unsuccessfully to fix lllll' plllllp. 'l.ucky l don't have a hammer. because if l did l'd knock the damn thing apart . That wasn't much help. Laurie. the owner of the gas station, told us more than Bill. Sammy filled the role of village idiot. Originally he had been Catholic, but he didn't go to hhss any more because of .tn argument with the Father. He had spent a lot of time at the United Church, until he was made at member of it: he quit the same day and started helping at the English Church. The same day we were at Laurie's, Sammy dropped in for the evening. He told us about his winter fox trapping, and how once he got in the rough box after a funeral and scared the daylights out of the youngsters. And the time he told the United Minister of the ghost who came in the window and stole the bones from the fireplace. There wasn't a fireplace in the United rectory, but that didn't matter. He even told us about how he left the United Church congregation. After the service. when you get th'm official papers and stuff saying you're a member of the United people. the minister come up and said to me, 'Sammy' he said 'Sammy, when you entered the Church today, I felt the heavens a- trembling'. So I says to him, 'You are,' Isays, 'the most iggernentest man the Lord ever strung guts inf' And I grabbed them official papers and stuff. tore the papers up, and flinged them right in his face and walked out. The next day I went and helped Sammy build his pigpen for his two new pigs. First Johnny Johnny went out to join the war, A war that he must fight, Une that might just let him live, Ur kill him dead tonight. W H. If Ambrose Page ld though, he showed me his house, where he stayed with his mother. His mother, an old woman, had coal black hair - most remarkable, for the day before she had had nice grandmotherly white curls. Anyway, he showed me the wallpaper he had put in the halls. The design was bright purple bunches of grapes on a yellow background. Sammy hadn't bothered aligning the paper, but it fitted the rest of the house. He showed me his television. Sammy, when did you get electricity in for the TV ? Oh, we ain't got any of that yet. Once we got going on the pigpen, it took us all afternoon to build one wall about ten feet long, for Sammy insisted upon breaks every ten minutes or so. The box of nails was about twenty feet away, near the privy, and whenever Sam needed a nail, he went and got one. So we spent most of the time walking back and forth for nails. After six or seven days, one of the pigs died. Sammy was convinced that his neighbour down the road had poisoned the pig. The accused man's second cousin Percy's girlfriend lived by Laurie's gas station, and, on top of that, every- one knew he wouldn't want to poison one of Sammy's pigs. Anyway, Sam didn't talk to any- one for days. All he did was walk around the main street. If you said 'Hi' to Sammy, he'd pretend not to notice. We didn't go fishing any more, and he never helped me dig worms. To make things worse, Alex Tanner's grand- father died, and at the funeral Sammy threw some holy water on Alex's brother, everyone was now madt at Sammy. And so, in the days that followed, Sam surlily walked up and down the street, scowling and muttering. Folks didn't like him any less after the funeral, for it was just Sammy. - WR MoLson The Departure Slowly, silently, softly Almost, It slipped away, And left vacant Its terrestial home, Destined for redemption. - J K. Carsley

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Muze ol' man lleturnccl to dust of klgC Became as God - lneffuble. Wanting Life I sit here and think about the words that come to my mind the ones that tell of the torment in my withering soul and I cry upon a silent pillow about the days every one the same ofthe rich and the poor nf life and death and him and her no one to be themselves but to be all 'Society' can find the 'Dead' walls vibrate my scream to my soul a mortal blow that leaves an imprint that none can erase 't'hrist , the tears blow through screaming lids Life, the way they think: WHAT a farce a nd I drown in old memories breaking the shell around my brain uf Cath and -lim and Jenn and Tom No. I plead and my shell erupts in dormant fury :intl I stand. naked. ALL ALONE. A nd Sick! l light and fling all before :incl the face I Love appears :incl signilics all l hate yet burns in a sinking mind thi-y've won as another crushed individual -inks in the glory of their own efvcntuzil death I I l I I I and yet I can't say defeat and then become one of them again death would appear a better life than surrendering all I am To THEM an unfeeling mass of conforming minds ' and slowly a hush decends on my crashing mind and body never will this day fade from my closing brain as hurt and shattered love f'11ls every pore and no more, will I try to make them see to see every thought I thought of them and of HER Cremated, in a blazing fire of all my old ideals and the animal they call the thinking man thinking of naught but being accepted in the swirling crowd Everything is lost, even a hope of life, my 'Life' and IDEALS so I wave good-bye in reality another empty phrase and slowly, I shut the power plant of all I am and fall a shattered man Goddamn I hear again the same old voice and I yell and scream for a better world and I explode into fragments of boiling death and I die Praise the Lord - R. R. Oskr Page I6