College Avenue Secondary School - Cascade Yearbook (Woodstock, Ontario Canada)

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FROM US TO THEM We are erotic politicians. We are a new generation of whole people . We get into your love-stream faster than any other brand. ln the classic mood, we make miraculous music upheld by the eloquence ofthe past and reaching deep into the Future. Waiting in our fleeting houses, we want the world and we want it now. Most ideas of youth assume that all rebels finally ioin the herd But you can't ignore us. Even if you don't like us you have to listen to us because we and our music are everywhere. Dig us--go on and try Dig us--if you dare The world is ready for a mystic revolution, for a discovery ofthe God in each of us. There's a love in our world, Our World, not yours: A world that was always for off the map in eighth-grade geography. Things aren't always knowable and certain To walk through it is it's essence. We know your world, where lite has been cast naked, its bare skin marred, tarred, scarred, and feathered. But we don't like it. Let us not like it. by: Gary Moore, l3A HAPPINESS Why is happiness, so cruel Just as you have it, in your grasp. It turns to tears and s P s G W G Y Leaving you sad and misty-eyed Till once more this feeling returns. Your hope will last for all time. by: Tom Simpson DESIRES We say we're free but we're not really, you know. We must obey this law and that law. Wemuststaywithinthelimitsofsociety orwe're called hippies and looked upon as outcasts. We desire happiness but absolute happiness cannot be found in books or build- ings. We want to wear our hair long and our skirts 'short but there are some who oppose such changes. We want to see life--glowing and shining with brilliant colours--but they, the conventional ones, say this is wrong. lt damages our minds and bodies. Why are we not free to choose what we want and don't want? Because we are prisoners of a re- pressed, dictatorial society. by: Kathy Todd IIA SO YOU WANT TO BE FREE One day in a glass bowl, a goldfish swam around and around. Through the glass the Fish could see people moving freely about in large spaces. He wanted to join them. As he watched, his desire grew day by clay. He asked why he couldn't have this free- dom that these people had. Then one day, his chance came. A person bumped and knocked his bowl onto the floor. At last, he was Free. He died. So you want to be free? You say democracy is a word? It states all men are Free-yet-the law restricts you--limits your freedom. Consider the fish. He thought he would be Free. He died. Freedom to do whatever you want is not freedom. No. lt's chaos. Death! We are bounded by the law, natural law and the laws of our country. lt it were not so, we would die. by: Elizabeth Fennema, l3A When one writes, If one writes at all Inspiration should till the soul: For true writing is Feeling, feeling put into words. It seems impossible that something so complex could be turned to But look above. by: Doni Jovanovich l2B

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ALPHONSE After supper, Jack and Tom went whist- ling merrily down the garbage-cluttered alley. They scuffed along, hands thrust deep into their pockets and their eyes straight ahead. Around the bend, they stopped short. Their young, inexperienced eyes did not see the warm glow ofthe setting sun on the dis- tant horizonp their cheeks did not feel the cool crisp flow of the night air, their noses did not sense the fresh air found in the wide expanse they were now standing in. Jack nudged Tom. Do you see it? Will you believe me now? Tom blinked and stammered, I sure do. . . . . . . . .but I don't believe it. It can't be for real l They looked at each other and then edged forward. Their minds were racing with a unique oneness. They communicated yet they did not speak, hear, or make any motions. Should they challenge it? Should they report it? After all, you don't run across one of those every day . What was it? Well, it is hardta say. It was like a statue, yet so huge that it could pass for a building. Green, metallic eyes protruded from a colourless visage, neither smiling nor frowning. Its nose was large and slightly flared. The head was round and sitting on a massive slab of granite, and al- though there were no limbs, .lack found it in a different place every night. Jack called him Alphonse and had been to see him faith- fully every night. To night, Tom had ioined in .lack's pilgrimage. Tam swallowed nervously again. How long has he been here? Oh, about two weeks that I know of. You come here every night? llYUp.ll IlW1y?ll Jack shrugged, almost indifferently. Heck, I don't know. I iust do. It seems to call me all the time, as if Alphonse is lone- ly. Tom became incredulous. Has he ever said anything? No, but that doesn't mean he never will. What I want to know is, how did he get here? I mean, who on earth would want to make such a beast? 'll want to go home, Jack. It's getting dark and I'm cold. Scared of the dark, kid? Boy, if I had of thought that, I would have never asked you. Tom blushed uncomfortably. His eyes were darting around and his fingers fidgeted with his coat buttons. His breathing was hard and irregular. Night was falling and the stars would soon cast their eerie shadows over Alphonse. He stoodas the grim protector of the valley's people. Jack broke the silence, speaking slowly and carefully measuring his words, Maybe, iust maybe, Alphonse wasn't made by man. Maybe a thing from outer space put him here. Why else would he sometimes look as if he understands or wants to speak? He's probably very dull and stupid--not even worth speaking to! Tom shivered, I don't care. I'm going home. This place gives me the creeps. You are crazy Jack, for bringing me here. You are just plain crazy! Tom stumbled away as fast as his legs would carry him. Jack watched him go and he sighed resignedly. A few minutes later he stood up stiffly and, waving a farewell to Alphonse, he followed Tom's retreat. His hands were in his pockets and his head was hanging in deep meditation. The dark sha- dows soon engulfed Jack. Slowly Alphonse opened his mouth . He crooked in supplication, Don't leave. Don't leave. Please don't leave. His green eyes flashed in sadness and his mouth dropped in sadness. If only I couldtell themgoh, if Icould only tell them. The next night Alphonse was gone. Jack found no trace of him when he came for his nightly visit. He left with a heavy heart and a sorrowing spirit. He knew this to be no mere fantasy, for his mind still communi- cated with Alphonse. By: Simone Groen, l3B THE LAST DANDELION We are gathered here today My friends To say good-bye forever-- For Summer days have fled, And autumn well upon us. Though I may never be again. My future sons and daughters might, To say hello to my old friends Wl1a stayed by me. In rain or snow. Thus the dandelion bowed his head And nodded in the wind, Laid himself down to sleep-- An everlasting one. The grass around him Sighed and shook with cold For snow was falling-- A blanket for their woes. by: Elaine Manuel 9C 1 X i..WLl.W ,lille

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NON - CONFORMISTS ? I am going to be different. Iwill not V ' U61 conform to-society. They are not going to V4 -.zffgf tell me how to live. I am going to wear gb ' ' 4 E, what I like, slacks, beads, stringy hair, 'A and no shoes. I will not conform to the 'lx 'N human machine, manufactured and put out v A R, 'g R LN-,.55 by society's educational system. I will be xgilj' I IJ A an individual, me, not someone eIse's model. i S 2 N Q ' I will not conform to society's law and - ,ing X' 5 4' . moral code. I will make my own. I am not ii, I M1515-S553 MIL-I' ar going to live in their suburbs and conform to if I ,.Q4f',.1.5Qj gh Y ,,- ,,,. . . . . . I . 0 ' s i1'.'s'. N4 ES-f-:.2i'-'-1-Jag, 'QQVK Km, X efzgllg-I their beautiful families. I will not conform M GF' .Nwgp Ejljfxgt m,,g.4qgs- '-w'I'.j91',::,-,ig-. 1 . ' - 'rx in i 4 -1123'-:!-'-:fix 'fn fMfT ' 47' to anything. M55 -,ze-md ex 2 59, Only, one thing bothers me, am I con- ' iii -E5-.1 ' 4-C' I-EQ, K1 forming to the non-canforrnists? MMM ' 4 --P 1-:wig s K. 135 ' ,- 1' -4 ' -eoeefpe-f t -fawilc ' M I ' .. . i - new By: Christine Schrlk, IIB at Y iv' I . 2? '-: tg PZ-7 gi-,?'f'3- ,. Dt 'I ' G Q 'mi r -4 - . ff ff N- yt s ' it-It wa-'. f' --v 'ef .aw tt I . q 0 Y ul 'KJ 1 'I ggi! 'VIP ,jiL,, I I fb ,sn 3tSm,5.,'t.-- -5.53. an N ik ti' Ill, wa' THE DISCOVERY or AMERICA IZOIIJ '48835 S91 A shining metal disc slipped through the air, and landed noiselessly on the surface of the earth. Inside, a meeting was being held. A short man was speaking. Our records tell us America is a beautiful place, rolling rivers, towering mountains, and trees in vast forests filledwith wild life. In thirty seconds, I, Christopher Columbus, will emerge from this ship and claim this land, America, in the name of Queen IsabelIa. fpausel IO, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, I ...... fThe door slides opent On a very hot day in 2Oll, a very red- faced man re-entered his ship and spoke the following words, We must have gone wrong in our calculations. This land can't be America. By: Marilyn Dale, 9A DEATH Death, their one main fear. One mil- lion faced it yesterday and lost the battle. The battle? Starvatian. Another million will also lose when the sun goes down the next day. Yet, no one cares for the millions of Biafrian children that die each day. Na one knows, but they what it's like to scrounge and wait for Mme meal that comes every day. Sometimes when there's not enough, they go without for days at a time. We don't know what it's like, with our bloated bellies filled with tasty food--just as long as we get enough. They just wait. They know what's coming. They're halfway there. lt's death, by starvation. WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM GRASS Be cool, let the grass grow, don't always mow it down, you'll inhibit selfexpression and prevent it from reaching its full poten- tial. If correctly raised your work is done, it will prosper under the guidance of rain, earth and sun. Don't try making life less competitive by trying to equalize everyone and establishing a uniform social height. By doing this you merely cause the more ambitious to seek new directions of growth, instead of upright and straight they'll develop downward tendencies to establish an underworld. Don't discriminate or segregate crabgrass, ragweed, dandelions and clover. These races too havea right to grow and prosper on the free lawn. Leave it alone--don't intervene. Plants are continually competing and the hardiest will prevail. By defending a favoured species you are preventing evolution from taking its natural course. You may even re- verseit by killing hardierqspecies and raising inferior ones that would become extinct under normal circumstances. Through the peaceful co-existence of the various species a harmony develops which is beneficial to all . CONTACT i stood alone in the darkness reaching out for something someone i was blind in the darkness but groping in the void i touched something warm al ive the darkness shattered like glass light warmth hope love filled the place 8- i smiled By: Audrey Joyes, IIE by: Helmut Ziggerl l35 by: Anne Kam, I3B