Altona Collegiate - Green and Gold Yearbook (Altona, Manitoba Canada)

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%e zt It was the end of another hot day in mid-July. The city streets were crowded and smelly and most of the people looked hot and tired. They were going home to eat and rest. As I crossed the street and entered the street car, the driver was just telling some rowdy boys to settle down. I put my fare into the box as the street car slowly started to move. I found an empty seat and sat down. The girl beside me was smoking and she began to cough. She could have been in her late twenties, but she still had a girlish figure. Al¬ though the heat had done something to the make-up on her face, she still hung onto her air of elegance. The street car stopped at the corner and a young couple got on. The boy was talking in a quiet, subdued manner. The driver asked for the fare and the girl paid for both of them. They both sat down. The old man across from me wiped his perspiring face with his dirty sleeve. Everything was quiet except for the roar of the street car. Even the two rowdy boys had settled down and were looking out of the window. I looked at the young couple again. The girl, who could have been in her late teens, was holding books. She wore expensive clothes, had a pretty face and spoke English well. The boy, who looked The masculine sky holds up Its masculine composure, Taking advice from his bright leader sure. Shunning the earth, forcing on her. All that he possesses, with wrath. The leading lady takes this with wider vision. Italian, was younger than the girl. He had a leather jacket slung over his shoulder and he had rough hands. He lit a smoke and wiped his face with his hand and ran it through his curly black hair. The girl did not speak or look at him, she just sat and gazed out the window. The boy spoke first, “Gee, it’s hot.” The girl asked, “Toni, did you get the job?” She looked at him and waited. “You didn’t even go to the office, did you?” The boy spoke again, “Gee it’s hot.” The girl, as if to keep from crying, messed around among her books. The boy squirmed in his seat, and kept his head bowed. He muttered something that could have been “sorry.” The girl turned sharply to face him and said, “Look, I’m not asking for much, all I want you to do is try.” The boy wiped his brow and said, “Man, it is hot,” and threw his smoke out of the window. The girl just sat and looked at him for a long time. The boy sighed and wiped his face with his hand. He got off at the next stop, and as the street car moved along slowly, I saw him light a smoke, and walk into the nearest bar. Then it started to rain. ]ean Loeppky Grade XIa — Mark 80 Knowing well a lover’s path Of cruel active outward hate. Confident she waits till nightfall. When nature hides all man’s construction. The sky must yield to modest beauty, Take her hand and onward move through space. Marianne Penner XII 22