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

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Gail Since I was a small child my parents always told me that when I grew up I would find someone to love and take care of. Well, my years of waiting end- ed in September, and our relationship has been growing ever since. The mo- ment I saw her I knew she was for me and to make her mine was easy. After all, $6.99 is a small price to pay for love. Gail is a Fatshedera, or in laymen’s terms (Don’t ever mention this word in front of her), a plant. When I first saw he r I could feel her calling out to me. She looked weak and wilted, but I knew all she needed was love (and a little water every other day). When I saw her she was drooping badly and, after a quick visit to the library for a little information about her, I soon discovered the root of the problem stemmed from her not being able to grow upright with- out support after a certain height. Two thin bamboo poles solved the problem easily and she has been thriving ever since. Through Gail I’ve come to respect, not only herself, but all plant life. I shudder every time I see a person abuse a plant by not watering or caring for it. A book published by a respected scientist told of his experiments with plant life. He proved (or thought he did) that plants truly do have feelings. He hooked up electrodes to various plants and watched their reactions. One experiment he did was to have two plants in a room and have a person walk in and bum one of them. The reading of the other plant started going wild. When the plant was destroyed and the man left, the reading slowly went back to normal. Within the next few hours many different people went in and out of the room without the plant responding, but when the man who burnt the first plant walked in, the plant’s reading started up again. He showed in his book, which was called “The Secret Life of Plants”, that plants have a memory, some sense of what’s going on around them, fear of fire, and can even read your mind. This all seems hard to believe. But why do you think people talk to their plants without thinking they get some response? An article I read once suggested that instead of talking kindly to your plants, you should verbally abuse your plants and at times even take a chair to your trees or give them no water. If you hurt one of your plants too badly you can always employ the services of one of the many plant doctors around (They do make house calls!) and he might advise buying some of the various plant foods and vitamins on the mar- ket today. You could even buy recorded music that plants like best. I think plants have lived long enough as second-class citizens, and it’s about time they received a little respect and care from the human race, or we just might have what John Wyndman describes in his book “The Dav of the Triffids.”

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An Evening of Jazz NORMAN GR4NZ FESTIVAL ( car Peterson, Ella Fitzgerald, Joe Pass — do I need to say more? To music lovers, espe- c lly jazz enthusiasts, these three names are legends. 3n Wednesday, October 20th, Toronto was treated to an evening with these three greats, e show took place at Massey Hall, and the audience encompassed three generations of ijisicians and lay people with one thought in mind — jazz. Jnder the able supervision of Mr. and Mrs. R. Honey, fifteen of us from the school were fi tunate enough to be included in this evening. Jscar Peterson started off the show by playing a few of his own solo numbers. Some, such as “Satin Doll”, sparked enthusiasm from the crowd, and other, newer ones had the audi- e:e spellbound. As he “tickled the ivory” as no other human can do, he showed people v at real jazz piano is. Being a native Torontonian there was something even more special between him and his £ idience. Joe Pass supplied the second set as he did some solo tunes on the guitar. I am sure if t :re were any budding guitarists in the seats their egos were given a crunch when they s v how guitar should be played. Jscar and Joe then did some songs together and showed people that you do not need a 1 !; orchestra to make great music. ■Next came Ella. Ella Fitzgerald — the Queen of Jazz. She treated us to vocals that s;med immortal. If you closed your eyes it sounded like a twenty year old girl singing in- s ad of a sixty year old woman. The range of her voice is amazing, as she went from low, t mbone-sounding riffs to notes higher than Joe Pass could do on the guitar. Her back-up was the Tommy Flanagan Trio, who supplied perfect rythm without impos- i ' on the lead vocals . ! All in all it was an evening I will hold in my memory for years to come. It was a trip well v rth the effort, and I look forward to the next time it happens. Bill German Arts

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Images Images flowing through my mind The music a distant background To my memories Filling me with wonder, Then abruptly the music stops And the spaceship of my memories Quickly descends Only to be launched again, When the music plays another time. homeowner poet yesterday it rained i walked on the wet leaves of September’s glory dancing colours dead underfoot soon forgotten, until Sunday, burning ditches hold the celebration of the season missing the football game and leaning on a rake 9 Art