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

 - Class of 1969

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ll-lr I Without knowing it, We are all participating in tl plot to arrest the progress of mankind. Each time We express an opinion in writing, or read an article written in the first person, We are being brainwashed. It is Our English language that is doing this: for it capitalizes the word "i", Centuries ago. some reactionary incorporated this subtle propaganda into Our language and each succeeding generation has continued this and been influenced by it. Thus. every opinion Wie express is prejudicing Our judgement and corrupting Our morals, for hy writing the word i as a proper noun, We are placing undue emphasis on it. We are stressing the iniquitous notions of selfishness, self-centred- ness. egotism. and individualism by capitalizing their source L'nfortunately, these vices are pre- sent to some extent everywhere: but must Our language emphasize them? i should hope not. Page 20 Thus, this is the source of our inequality. We are obsessed by Ourselves. This is preventing us from realizing Our true altruistic and collectivist ideals. This subtle brainwashing has led to capi- talism and prevented Our class consciousness and communist revolution from spreading throughout the world. The word I fi hesitate to use it like this, but i must for purposes of illustrationj has so coloured Our judgement and biased Our beliefs that We cannot see the true light as set down in the Gospel according to Karl Marx. Comrades, we must remedy this situationg We must put the emphasis back where it belongs. Join in the tight against the evil I. Writers of the world, unite! We have nothing to lose but Our selves. Only We can overcome. - B. Grandfield o . . . And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow. - Kahlil Gibran fThe Prophetj -iv-15'

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Patriotism With a blast of 'God Save The Queen' from the band, the Guard of Honour gave the Royal Salute. The grey-haired man on the podium smiled and tipped his hatto thelinesofcadets as cameras whirred and clicked catching every motion he made. The parents craned for a good look at the Governor General. They ran off in whatever direction he was led and prayed like mad that he would come over and speak to them. On the other hand, however, few boys were impressed. This is perhaps the greatest difference between Canadian parents and children. The older people are still very much impressed by appearance and name alone. They have great respect for a Governor or a Queen, even if they don't know if either of them has done anything for the country in twenty years. In the case of the Governor General, it is obvious he is an outstanding diplo- mat. However, there are people who would have been much better suited to open the newbuildings. The chairman of the board that organized the expansion plan had far more right to open the buildings than anyone else. He and his fellow board members had worked hard for sbt years and what should have been their moment of triumph was given away as a cameo role to the Governor General for the sole purpose of attrac- ting more people and hence more money to the School. I wish for once that our elders would realize that T.C.S. is T.C.S. regardless of who opens the buildings and that it's a worthwhile place to invest money because it's a school not an exclusive social club. Page 19 I! Mft. Parents are impressed by Governor Generals and the Queen, and, it is interesting to note, by the military. Most boys detest everything cadets stand for because it is completely contrary to all their ideals. Yet parents somehow respect a man who wears a uniform and carries his shoulders as straight as can be. lt is an interesting question why they are so fond of military training. I think it is a reflection of the war years all our parents went through. It has left them with the strange idea thatpartofdevelopinginto manhood is to learn to take orders without question. They see all boys who were not cadets or soldiers as something incomplete, something effeminate. Along the same lines, parents love Great Britain. or anything British. I think the attitude of war memories are reflected here. Therefore, I feel that our elders are in a terrible rut. They are, in fact, living their lives with the memories and attitudes of a country at war. If we, as a world, want to continue in peace. we must rid ourselves of all the militant and war worshipping attitudes that are so apparent in our parents.

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The Worshipper . . . And in my dream I came upon a Temple. I don't remember what it looked like from the outside - as if it mattered, anyway - butl suppose that it didn't look like much. Iwas alone that day, and I entered the Temple on a sudden, spontaneous impulse: which I now know is the only way in which one can ever enter into any real communion with the universe. Though the interior of the Temple was unlike any which I had ever been led to expect, Idid not find it strange. On the contrary, everything seemed, for once, to be as it should, to follow the natural order of things, and my body lost its customary tenseness, and my senses came miracu- lously alive, forcing the calculating brain to abdicate its usual supremacy to that part of me which cannot reason but can only feel. I don't know which struck me first - the flickering, hallucinatory flame from a solitary candle, the pungent aroma of an incense stick, or the wild but low strains of some hidden organ. I guess that at the time, none of these stood out individually, but rather melted together into one beautiful whole, which Iabsorbed unthinkingly. It was only much later that my analyticalpowers took over once more, and I was able to rip apart the beautiful whole and spread its components under the glare of that merciless magnifying glass we call the human brain. At any rate, my feet somehow led me to a dark corner of the Temple. I sat down on the floor and time disappeared. My mind, I know, was workingg but thoughts came to me not in Note: lf you can't figure out what this article is doing in Comment 8: Criticism, read it again. - The Editor logical patterns, but in sudden, brilliant flashes. Visions of things I only half understood floated across my being. The body moved on its own account, in intimate harmony with the soul, and the voice, caught by the all-engulfing strains of the organ, sang a song of harmony and oneness with all that surrounded it. Idon't know if I felt happy - I don't think so - but happiness is irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was the utter peace that had descended upon me. Like an infinitely soft and intricate web. Somehow I became aware of the other wor- shippers in the temple. They did not detract from my feelings of harmony and peace, as people generally do, but rather they added to and enriched it, by communicating with me their fellowship and joy in the partial sharing of their spiritual ecstaciesg partial sharing, I say, for in each man there must be a hidden comer which cannot be shared, which is uniquely and solely his. Everyone in the Temple instinctively realized this, and they did not try to uncover that which they were not meant to seeg indeed, their beauty lay in their instinctive understanding and compli- ance with the nature of things and the underlying pattern of creation. Once again, I felt the peace of perfect harmony and understanding. . . And when I woke and felt my eyes being met by a pair of cold, unseeing marbles, felt them sweep over the glittering array of jewels and furs and genteel emptiness, I cried for that which was, and that which was not. - M. J. Kelner Page 2l

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