Burlington High School - Rarebits Yearbook (Burlington, Ontario Canada)

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52 RAREBITS Gbut nf 7 hen By RETA SWARTZ V. I did not know VVhat was to be Until the dear, glad smile ofyou Began the thing. . . High above the avenue of tall, bare trees, the full moon was rising. A VVind slithered up the empty street and, before a gayly lighted house, paused. Inside were music and bright figures dancing, in a pattern ever-shifting yet oddly always the same. Children playing at Lifel Little knew they of the strange passions, supreme anguish and awful joy that lie at the root of being. They looked upon the moon and called it pretty, the moon that is a haunted thing-a spectre with a warning of death. The Xvind threw the black branches fantasti- cally against the silver, throwing into relief the romance of its nakedness. And laughed in her knowledge of all things. VVhen she stirred back, framed in the doorway with the brightness be- yond silhouetting their hgures stood two of the crowd. Together they were quietly looking up at the tossing artistry, an artistry that told, in one bold, beautiful gesture, the secret of all that has been, is and ever will be. But they did not know. Down the steps into the white world that was waiting for them they went. A moment's hesitation at the old, moon-washed lattice gate, then the taller one opened it for her and they passed on-into the Garden. . . . and then I only knew A star hung low And winds were calling. Ah! The Wind has seen dark Egyptians woo the daughters of their native land, has watched the secret trysts of 01d Iapang has sung the im- mortal song to other lovers in the warm, lush nights as of Indiag has raged about the Sphinx but has left her as it found her-Woman Eternal. But now- A few moments on the dim, white court with the lights of a city over the bay. . . The sweet, old scent of dew-drenched roses drifting up in the fragrance of the night. . . the low surge of music coming to them like the regular wash of waves on some far Elysian shore. . . wind fingers over an oval face with its shadowed lids and softly parted lips. . . wind fingers through dark, tumbled hair. . . Shadows tremble. And the Dawn Seeps in. No matter now VVhat was 1 Or might have been. For now we know the language of the Vllind as nightly she writhes and twists the tallest treetops that almost, but never quite, touch the skyg or, uncoiled and breathless, she slips over the grass, fleeing from herself like a driven thing, in that strange, pregnant hour before the break- ing of dawn. l ORCHESTRA Left to right-Standing-Russell Vickers, Iames Sinclair, Andy Hyslop, Paul Christianson, Ierome King. Sitting-Edith Spence, lean Hyslop, Hannah Shakespeare, Donald Stadelman, Dorothy Biggs.

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RAREBITS 31 That word 'tidy' you must have found in an awfully old dictionary. Here Tom Segal entered, and his puzzzlement changed to stage fright when he found out what he was to do. Finally, he started to talk, and he got Robert Knowles' interest, too. An hour later Tom left with a dazed look in his eyes. Then Iane and Robert Knowles went out to dinner together. Next day lane told Mr. Wetherby what had happened. Paul Wetherby's mouth opened in uncon- trolled amazement. Then: Segal isn't the man to handle this. You should have waited until my return. Then he pushed buttons, and flung orders at the people who answered the signals. Persons stopping at Iane's desk asked. Did you hear that Mr. Yvetherby landed the big Radio contract? Iane's mouth tightened ominously, Mr. Xvetherby indeed! Somehow she found it less thrilling to work after that rainy April day. Paul Wetherby was conscious of the change. He felt her looking at him when he was making a big impression and it made him uncomfortable. He felt particularly so when he told her he had given the Radio Contract to some other copyright to do. She said: Mr. Knowles was interested in Segal's plans. He decided to put her in her place. lt's not a question of plans but of talent. It was very unwise of you to attempt to handle this Contract. lane was silent. She met Segal in the eleva- tor. He looked very much discouraged and told her that he had all the plans finished, but Wetherby wouldn't look at them. lane told him to bring them to hergsomething might hap- pen. Something did happen a week later. Robert Knowles turned down flat the plans that Wether- by had prepared. Then, the next morning, Miss Klien one of the typists got into Wether- by's office before lane could stop her. She heard her say something, then Wetherby said: I have been think of making a change. Miss Brown is a good worker, but- lan-e didn't hear anymore. She carried on her work in a sort of frozen daze. Alone in her room that night she had another fight with herself. This time the French side won out. She went to the office, did a bit of work, then left a note saying Shopping Back later. About four hours later a bewildered ofiice boy announced to Mr. Knowles that the girl who carried an umbrella would like to see him. Suddenly Robert Knowles chuckled, Show her in, he said. She came in, and he made a queer noise in his throat. The girl who stood before him was Spring. The corners of her wide eyes, the corners of her isweet mouth, the curling ends of her short hair the flare of her brief sport skirt-everything about her quirked up, happily. .'Al've brought something to show you, she sai . She first drawing caught his interest, and he sax : Why wasn't l shown these before? These are Segal's copies. Vtletherby took the job away from him, but I saw his work, and thought you would like it. Well, suppose we call it a go, then, he said. Returning to the office she almost stumbled over Wetherby hunting through the files. Welll he said, what's the big idea of a morning off? Don't you think it was worth itrfu she asked. He gasped. I'll say it was, he told her, and grinned. NVhile I was out, I persuaded Mr. Knowles to give us the contract, after all. You persuaded him! On condition that you use these copies. He studied the work, then: Who did these? lane looked him in the eye, and said: Tom Segal. He retired to his office, but took Segal's plans along. lane smiled. She looked at her desk calendar, Friday, the thirteenth. Tomorrow, she was going to dine with Robert Knowles. How glorious to have plenty of tomorrow's coming! For lane, you see, no longer raised the um- brella of caution against Fate. Qbur Ginwn ' By IEAN COUTTS Burlington Heights- Twinkling lights, Awink across the lake, ln sheltering arm Free from harm Of Ontario's thundering break. Quiet town- In Autumn brown- Seems to dwell in summer, Cool and peaceful, Staid and graceful YVelcomes each newcomer. Homey place- With a quiet grace- Progressive though not booming Among our people, 'Neath each steeple Kindness is always blooming.

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RAREBITS 55 rf L ITEFVXRY SOCIETY L By EVELYN STEWART V. The school year 1950-51, viewing it from every standpoint was a very suc- cessful one as far as the Burlington High School Literary Society was con- cerned. The material evidence of this year's prosperity has taken the form of the drop curtains for the stage which were bought with the society's funds and which, it is unanimously agreed, make a great improvement in the assembly hall. Twelve regular meetings were held at which matters concerning the school as a whole were discussed. Then, too, each form was given an opportunity to un- earth buried talent and display it in its form programme as each form was required to present one programme during the year. This system worked out well and the presentations proved very instructive as well as in some cases, highly amusing. A shield is to be given to the form which presented the best all-round programme, the judges being Miss Shaw, Mr. Bates and Bruce Lindley. A debating contest, in two divisions- one embracing Lower School and the other Middle and Upper School, came off very successfully. The finals in each case were given at Literary meetings and shields presented to the winners. Also, at another meeting Air. T. E. Freeman, Honorary President of the Society, very kindly acted in the capa- city of speaker and at an earlier meeting Colonel Wallace addressed the society. Both these speakers were greatly ap- preciated by the student body. The second last meeting of the Lit erary Society was decidedly in the form of an innovation. Through the efforts of Dir. Freeman, the Society secured the film, With Byrd in the Antarctic. With Air. Hume's co-operation this was presented at the Hume Theatre on Friday, April 2-ith, and a packed house, including students from Central and Strathcona schools, testified to the suc- cess ofthe venture. Two well-patronized social functions were held during the term-the Hallow- eien Masquerade, primarily for students and parents, and the Annual At Home. at which were present a great number of grads and ex-students. The Commencement Exercises were also presented under the auspices of the Literary Society. Thus during the term 1950-51, B.H.S. Lit. presented well-balanced form pro- grammes, special speakers, debates, and social functions and what more may one ask of a Literary Society.