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

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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

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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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Does Mon Hove A Purpose? There is a biological instinct of man which, l suppose, one could call his purpose. All animals share it within. Animals are required to achieve three things in their lives: reproduce, survive, and rear their otfspringto the reproductive age. Every- thing else man has created and done is for his own amusement, to keep his mind occupied. Civilization is a game, a form of entertainment. On the assumption that his life has some kind of moral purpose, man conceived of an afterlife where he continues to exist beyond his normal earth life span. But if man has no purpose on earth, then what purpose has he in an afterlife? Life is a biological process: you were born, you were reared, you reproduce, and during all this time you try to survive and then finally death, the end. You have produced an offspring to take your placeg to keep your species going. Man's real afterlife is in his oispring. The only way he'1l live again is through his child. Man is simply a product of the phenomenom evolution and was not intended to have purpose. He is just a high form of life that with the ability to think, has created what he has and conceived many explanations to his existence which he likes to think is for a purpose. Page 23 550 Does man have a purpose? Man believes that because he is intellectually far superior to the other animals that he must have a purpose, that there is some reason for existance. Because of the complexity of life, man feels that it is impossible to have just evolved. There must be, he argues, a reason for the existance of such a complex and intellectual organism. I believe that there is a great possibility that man just happened to beg to have evolved. There- fore, I feel that man has no real purpose. He is simply a product of several billion years of evolution. Earth is one of many probably planets that life miraculouslybegan. Though one of the unknown phenomena of this universe, a micro- scopic organism was instantly formed by some accident: a lightning bolt hitting a certain group of atoms perhaps, with the inconceivable number of planets which exist in the universe, this pro- bability could be true. Through a billion years of evolution, the earth, due to its conditions, pro- duced man along with countless other species of animals. Man exists by a miraculous chance. He was not meant to be, or created for a purpose, but simply unexpectedly becameg evolved. The complexity of life and the human body was formed through millions and millions of years. - lan Skoggard