Cathedral High School - Orbit Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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WALK IN THE FOG I walk slowly down the silent street and drag my feet through the piles of multi- coloured leaves discarded by the trees. I see nothing behind me, nothing before me and nothing on either side. All around me there seems to be a whiteness that my eyes cannot penetrate and have no will to see through. This is my friend: This is fog! It seems to swirl around me in tiny eddying pools and yet there is no breath of wind, I see no one, no one sees me. The fog is like an invisible cloak that envelopes me and hides me from the peering eyes of the world. Iwalk down the street with my head in the air and the fog caresses my face with its damp white fingers. I feel light. I start to float through the fog. I no longer feel the sidewalk beneath my feet. Higher, higher I go. The earth has ceased to pull me to itself and I rise up and away from terra firma. Then suddenly pain drags me back to my earthly existence and I place my crutches more carefully so thatiwill not place my en- tire weight upon my almost useless legs. I turn and go home. My walk in the fog has ended! STORM ON THE SEA It rolled and swelled and then a white Cap appeared. Faster and faster it came towards the shore and it flattened out and spread itself over my bare feet. Then the water excused itself and rolled back into an oncoming breaker. I looked up and saw where the grey and blue ended and the green began. A lonely gull flapped his way inland to find shelter from the oncoming storm, The blackening sky seemed to close in on the earth and the sea in a threatening manner and I felt the wind rise. It was no longer a playful breeze, but a fast angering monster as it whipped the sea into a white- capped frenzy. Thunder threw a frightening roar at me in an effort to force my retreat from this scene. The lightening flashed and the darkness following was deep and menacing. Again and again its jagged edge cut through the ever quickening darkness and revealed to me the muddled waves rushing towards the shore in a hope of refuge, only to be pulled back in by the undertow. There is a hopeless confusion of noise as the wind, the thunder and the sea try to out- roar one another. Soon the thunder, wind and lightening stopped their devilish play and left the sea to make peace within her own self. Anna Reko HEAR PAUL HANOVER'S TEENS CHOICE DAILY agoo A.M. 900 CHNll OIVIE Stephen Foster once wrote an immortal song, Home Sweet Home . Whydid he write it? Wasn't it because he longed for the joy and comfort of a home which he didn't have? What is Home ? The French call it 'la IVIaison'g the Latins call it 'domus'g and the Germans call it Heim'g but whateverway you say it, it means the same thing. Webster defines it as a place of rest and safety. That is what it is, but with much more added. Home is our first school and our first church. Home is where we learn what is right, what is good, and what is kind. It is the place, where, by example, we are taught to live truly Christian lives. It is the place where Mother and Father work together to bring us up in the fear and love of God.. It is the place, where prayer is as much a part of our daily lives, as our three meals a day. Home is where fathers and mothers are respected and loved, and where children are wanted. Where even the tea kettle sings for happiness--that is HOME--GOD BLESS IT.

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Timetable Mathematics: I know that two times two are four, To keep the tables straight, But working out percentages Are sums that I just hate. The dear old common fraction Knocks my brain right out of joint, And when studying the decimal I never see the point! History: To Britain Roman soldiers came And saw and conquered too, The History books extol the fame Of soldiers brave and trueg But when it comes to fixing dates In fickle schoolgirls minds, The teacher finds them all obsessed With dates of modern kinds! English: She teaches schoolgirls English So that they know what's what, If they speak up in the right place At exams they will not flop, She finds it hard convincing That aint', ain't, aint, it's not! Latin: The Roman people sure were smart This language for to speak, The very sight of Latin roots Drains colour from my cheek. Vocabularies written twenty times For mistakes made in our haste, As paper is expensive now, To me seems just a waste! Margaret Moore LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD 'Twas the day before Friday, And all through the class, Everyone lay sleeping, Their eyes were like glass. When into the room With a roar and a slam, Swept a Black-robed figure. His name was not Sam. He quietly crept, And with personal glee, Batted the sleepers With the stump of a tree. Which needless to say Woke them right quick. Their faces were grey, And their backs had a crick. Then quietly seated, And with meekness and charm, He began the next lesson By waving his arm. He called the first pupil, And asked him to say If Greece was in Rome, Or 'round the other way. JOHN MILNE WISH If I only had my wishes, Oh, wouldn't it be grand? If I only had my wishesg I would wish for all the land. I would wish for all the mountains, And I'd wish for all the seas, I would wish for all the rivers, And then ..... oh yes! The trees. And when I had procured these things, My next great wish would be, To erect a gracious temple To my God, in Persons ..... three. And when all this had come to pass, And all these things were done, I'd thank the Lord on bended knee, For earth: and moon: and sun. For all the creatures of the wood, The birds up in the air ..... For all the under-water life, I'd thank my true God there. And when my journey here is o'er, I'll have one wish to make. After getting all of these, All oceans, seas and lakes. . . And last of all my wishes, The greatest this would be! That I could spend some time with God. ---- 2. s. fo-.