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

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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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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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The Fight On at Saturday night, soon after the start of the year. a group of about 60 Port Hope boys attacked some T.C.S. boys who were walking up from the movie. The 'Port Hopers' had a couple of chains and brass knuckles and one switch blade. The injuries amounted to a cut knee, ascraped face and a big scare - no one was hurt to any serious degree. The immediate feeling was that the 'grease' were in the wrong. They were the boys from the pool hall. many of them already in trouble with the police. This summer they had badly beaten up a local boy. Most of the local residents were entirely on the side of T.C.S. However. there is another side to the story. T.C.S. boys are regarded as snobs by most of the people of Port Hope, and not without reason. The fees for this school exceed the annual income of a great many people in Port Hope. There is, of course. nothing wrong with this. However, when some of us go downtown and flaunt our money in the stores, when some of us are rude to sales clerks or waitresses, we are just asking for trouble. One boy, who is not back this year, asked a waitress for a cup of tea with three tea bags. She kindly gave him two but could not find him three. He t.hen hurled the cup of tea across the restaurant and called hera filthy pig . Another incident took place at the theatre. Some T.C.S. boys sat behind a Port Hope couple and called them both names. After the show, these boys separated the couple, causing great embarassment for both people. These are admittedly two extraordinary inci- dents. However, news of such things does spread around, whether at a pool hall, atabridge game, or at the dinner table. Many such incidents, in the past few years, have caused a deep and justi- fied resentment. Other causes of this resentment are our con- stant loudness in the movies and our attitude towards people of Port Hope. Every Saturday, large groups of T.C.S. boys walk down the mid- dle of Ward Street, laughing at the cars they hold up and calling all the Port Hopers gris . However, there was more to the light than resentment. There was also a spark which trig- gered it. The annual car show was being held in The Rink and many T.C.S. boys werethere. Some of them suddenly thought ofa 'hilarious' joke and proceeded to pour coke over seats of the cars. Laughing at the outraged protests, they walked out. For the benefit of those who still believe that the local people were entirely in the wrong, I would like to point out once again, that no boys were seriously hurt. We were merely givenascare and it has done us some good. We now keep P age 22 more of our comments to ourselves and we no longer act like invulnerable gods. I do not feel that the Port Hope boys should be too severely condemned for an action which, although extreme, had plenty of justiiication, did not really hurt anyone, and in the end has had a positive effect on us. - D. McCallum