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

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Braham dives in after her, and overpowers the ape, gTabs the pills and beats it with the girl in his arms. You ' d want a revolving stage with running water for that one though. You would, I said, at the very least. Then you could have a funny scene, mumbled the stranger from the household detergents, you know, a bit of comic relief; say a couple of B- girls at the saloon with a minister. That might be hilariously laughable, I chuckled, reaching for a box of Cap ' n Crunch. Of course, said Phyllis, you ' d want an ape skin, but you ' d have no difficulty there. You can always rent an ape skin. It ' s the plot you ' ve got to worry about. Mind you, if I ever get an inspiration I ' ll come straight round to tell you. I always get me inspirations while I ' m in the tub. Cor - I ' d like to see you try it, cackled the old man in the carpet slippers. I can see the headlines: ' Naked woman accosts writer in store - says she was inspired! ' ha-ha. Well I never! - I was going to say that you could have the last scene in an abandoned gold mine. Alaska Louise has got the girl down there staked in a pool of water, with seals barking at her and the water rising. The ape-man is setting light to a train of gunpowder, when up comes Braham and jumps down the mine. I stifled a gasp (gasp! ) Hurt himself? Takes a pill half way down and turns into an eagle. Pecks her bonds loose, shoo ' s the seals away, flies back up with her in his claws, and fights die ape-man to the death. Where ' s Louis? The mounties get him. They always make their man you silly goose. said Tim the stock boy. Oh yes, of course, I said, dien Braham wraps the heroine in his great, strong wings and flies into the sunset over top of Disneyland with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the MacDonalds Drive- in theme song in the background as the curtain falls. Something like that. You ' ll have to fill in the details yourself. That ' s what Mr. Hepplc did. Have you got any ideas. . . ? Yes, one. 1 said, reaching for the T. V. dinners. Commander Barkfeather (Woof- woof ! )

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The Drama There was the usual Saturday morning crowd at Rack- straw ' s grocery. It included old Colonel Leatherb arrow, carrying the converted bedroll which he used as a shop- ping basket, Phyllis, and a small man in carpet slippers who was a stranger to me. You look a bit peculiar, said the Colonel over the frozen foods, Are you feeling alright? I ' m thinking about writing a play, I said. Oh, said Phyllis, is that all? I remember a man who shopped here once, used to write tales. Mr. Hepple his name was. You couldn ' t put ' em down once you ' d started. All about Braham the Terrible, they were. Know what he did? Kept on turning himself into things by eat- ing a pill. You don ' t see much of that on stage. You don ' t? No, barked the Colonel, all you get today is those filthy longhairs prancing about in the buff and such- like - disgusting ! One time he turned himself into a timber wolf and tracked a fur bandit to his lair. Made the little woman ' s fie sir creep. Better than all that lovey-dovey stuff. You don ' t want any of that lot. ' Course, said Phyllis, you ' d have to have a wolf skin. Yes, I said, that would be the snag. If you wanted, you could put in a bit of a love inter- est. You could have the heroine trapped in a blazing cabin, fighting off the advances of a rum- crazed half- breed. That ' s right, I said, and the wolf outside scratching at the door. That ' s right, said the Colonel eagerly, and the wolf turns into Braham, and he pulls the girl away in the nick of time, and kicks the halfbreed into the crevice. Alaska Louis his name is. I don ' t know that I ' m very good at half-breed dialogue. I said. Oh, it ' s mostly grunts, said the Colonel. When he fell into the crevice he ' s need only say something like: ' Woof-woof! ' or ' Mon Dieu! ' Yes, I said, I suppose that would be sufficient. You could have a sad bit too, said Phyllis from the canned meats, where someone pinches Braham ' s pills, and he can ' t turn into anything. Then the fellow who ' s pinched them takes one and turns into an ape, and the heroine snatches them and falls into the rapids, and I

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Photography The Emergence of a New Art Nearly everyone has been, to say the very least, considerably sur- prised by the standard of photography at T. C. S. so far this year. It seems that provocative, sensitive subjects are being treated in a creative manner. This, however, is not the only surprise. The quality of prints - and by this I mean the degree of technical perfection - has improved immeasurably. The recent convocation weekend photography contest was certain evidence of this. More than forty photographs were exhibited; all technically good, and nearly everyone dealt with an original subject in a creative manner. The reason for this sudden improvement? Possibly a more organized attitude on the part of the photographers at T. C. S. - this certainly a contributing factor. But the main reason, in my opinion, is the more tolerant attitude on the part of everyone towards not only photography, but towards art and creativity in general. People seem to be a great deal more appreciative of photography - and particularly good photography. However, this high standard of photography poses a serious problem; that of maintaining the high standard. The solution - that is, the maintenance of a high standard - is the responsibility of both the photographers and the artists. The photographer must endeavor to be as creative, original, and selective as possible; he must learn what Edward Weston called the photographer ' s most important and like- wise most difficult task. . . learning to see photographically. . . to see his subject matter in terms of the capacities of his tools and pro- cesses, so that he can instantaneously translate tire elements and values of a scene before him into the photograph he wants to make. As critics - and as a community - we must continue to maintain an open, sensitive attitude towards genuine creativity. It is our responsi- bility to be tolerant and open-minded, but also selective. If we can meet these responsibilities, then the perpetuity of the high standard of photography at T. C. S. is insured. Ian Brown