Central Etobicoke High School - Etobian Yearbook (Etobicoke, Ontario Canada)

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RE I ERIE it is f so f V J f He returned from work along the narrow cement walk, the castanet l X , notes ofthe typewriters still ringing in his ears. The smells of the boarding f house-of fish, and cats, of rusty water-pipes and old carpet did not make any impression on him. His bed twanged like guitar as he fell exhausted upon it, not even seeing the wicker chair that sounded like A ' mice in the straw, or the brown paper with water stains running in vague i f I, patterns about it. Sleep overcame him, he began to dream . Suddenly he found himself in a distant springtime valley. Meadow opened into meadow, and the hills made tall horizons. lt was morning, hills were crimson where the sunlight touched them, but the lower valley X was still steeped in shadow, and the river smoked with a white vapour. 5 He saw and loved every change of light and temper in that changeful X, valley, and every wind that blew along its furrow. ln the distance the ' full shapes of the oak trees echoed those of the vast cumulus clouds above I whose shadows drifted across the meadows, blue, blue-grey, purple and green, like the shadows of whales on the sea floor. He could see the house he would call his own. It sat well back on a lawn seamed with mole tunnels, and was shaded by many torn shattered oaks whose trunks were splashed with foam-like circles of pale green lichen . The house was warped and sagging, constructed by no plan . Surrounding it was a garden of tall dahlias, great fleshy stars, and sea anemones of rose colour, blood red, sulphur and veiled pink. Suddenly he awoke. His heart and mind filled with a suffocating sense of menace and madness . His deep brown eyes misted with tears as he gazed down upon his great dark hands-darker still in the gloom of night, wondering now, as he had wondered so many times before why their darkness meant his being segregated even when in the army, offering his life for a peace and a liberty he did not really know. So often he had thought of what it would be like to live where he could forget his colour, and perhaps play a big part in his nation's life. ln the back of his mind was a wild and intense longing to belong, to be identified, to feel alive, to have equal opportunities, to forget the coloured shadow that was always with him, oppressing him, to forget he was a Negro. Day and night he dreamt of what his life would be if he were free of the chains of blackness. He wondered, and in the depths of his soul stirred the slow, sad music of his race. Perhaps some day it would become a triumphant hymn, a sturdy song of all his peaceful and hopeful people. His people, the race with a tragic past, a tragic present, and a future. . ............. Qoikn Gophers This is the tale of the Gophers of Gold, They were stout, stalwart, and noticeably bold . Cully and Turner and Cromwell were backs, While linemen like Rollo were sharp as brass tacks. Crozier and May were sneaks of renown, As their miraculous handoffs never failed a first down. The centre of the line always closed like a trap, 'Cause Colman and Knight were there to help Tapp. Now as for the quarters, there were Chapman and Conn, When one was off, the other was on. And then for the passes, stood Seeback and Young, To receive all the flings, that their way were flung. Best yetl ..... Coach MacMartin, the cause of it all, Just mention the gridiron - and you're on the ball. That is the story of the Gophers of Gold, Many times over l'm sure t'will be told! 67

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EATON'S Jean Mclnnis Dave Williams Representing You and ETOBICOKE' for 1953-1954 Jean and Dave will keep you in-The-know on all the data for Teen-timers here at Eaton's . . . and keep us up- to-date on all your likes, ambitions and ideas! Along with their fellow Junior Councillors and Execs they help us plan the many exciting events for you and the Hi Crowd at Eaton's! - The Store for Young Canada