Ashbury College - Ashburian Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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JN THE ASHBURIAN SIIUULD STUDENTS XYORK IN THIS SUMMER? AN UPINION FROM 9A One of the major questions, perhaps problems, confronting society today: should students work in the summer? My mission is to find some answers to this puzzling issue. In the solution of a problem of this nature, we must obtain certain specifics about it. If you Want to take the word student in its general meaning, it means any person of any age going to any institution and being taught by qualified teachers. The age differential could range any- where between 5 and 50, and more in some extraordinary cases. But let us assume people in junior high, in more detail in senior high. Those in colleges should be especially concerned. Now that we have established what levels of a student body we are talking about, let's discuss. each category of the above mentioned. Get this clear: I do not think it absolutely essential for a person of junior high age Qusually 14 or 155 to try to find an occupation in the summer vacation. If he desires it, his summer can be hot and lazy. But I will say this: a young person who does get a job in the holidays is laying a solid foundation from which he will get experience, probably dealing with people and likely with money matters. The student in senior high is a bit different. During the summer most of them have nothing to do. They never think of getting a job and doing something useful or constructive. Consequently, breakage of the law in these months is not infrequent, a good percentage of lawbreakers being senior students. I think it is quite easy to draw a conclusion from this. It is not utterly mandatory to get a job at this age, but, unless you have something else that is really Worth while, your best summer will be spent doing a task of some kind. Finally, we come to the controversial and much talked about college student. In most cases it is only fair on the part of the student to earn some money to help pay for his tuition. If not working, what are they going to do with their time: smoke, read poetry, have a baby? They need experience in jobs at this point. Only in too short a time they will be faced with the unenviable prospect of being completely self-sufficient, paying taxes and all the rest of it which is politely called the 'rat race'. I sincerely hope that I have given you some outline on whether you should get a job or not in the summer. In conclusion, then: let all your summers be prosperous ones. I. M. D. Smith

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THE ASHBURIAN 29 Tl lli CROSSING The water seemed cold, but the distance was not far. There were only small waves on shore and all looked calm across the straits. ideal conditions for the crossing. The two men waited in the woods for the sun to go in, for this would lessen the chalice of being seen as they crossed the wide expanse of beach. The sun went in and a flock of birds honked overhead, giving them Cover from being heard. It was time. The two raced across the sand, but one tripped on a rock and gashed his leg. The seconds crawled by as he staggered up and made it to the water without being seen. The two began swimming across the straits, but the leg of the first was bleeding rapidly. The cold water and the loss of blood were numb- ing it, soon rendering it useless for swimming. They were not halfway across and already their progress had almost stopped as the wounded man strained to keep swimming. The current was taking them steadily downstream, and the slightest swell was making breathing difficult. The bleeding man sputtered and coughed, then sank. The other man swam towards him, but the first came up. He was seeing double and found it hard to concentrate. Another wave went over him and he went down again, his lungs filling with water. Panic struck him as everything started swimming around in his head. A fantastic kaleidoscope was FLIFI1- ing around in his eyes with a rainbow of colours spiralling outwards. The colours began spinning out of control and he felt them crushing in on him. He felt death creeping over him, first in his toes, then his feet, then his ankles. Suddenly the colours were shattered and death left him as his com- panion pulled him out of the water. He gasped for air, and found it. Some sense came back to him and he started swimming for shore again, still panic-striken as he fought to keep up. He was pulled under again, and the fantastic assortment of colours came back. The crashing of the sea drilled into his ears, producing a rasping, howling noise. In his terror he thrashed about and accidentally gave a terrific blow to his would-be reseuer. The screaming sea was slic- ing his mind to pieces. The colours turned, then spun, then pressed. then charged, but finally peace came over him. He was not breathing, but was at peace. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful underwater world. His companion swam toward him, but the dying man pushed him away and glided back. The underwater world was too beautiful against the background of changing colour to have it ruined. He pushed him away again, and again. He felt death creeping up him again, but did not mind. Death in this soft, graceful underwater