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

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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

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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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UP AND DOWN Colborne Castle, located in East York- shire, is the oldest castle in England. All that remains in one wall and a tower with 427 steps. When he finished reading the article, John was- very much interested in the castle, but being a typical tourist he had no idea where to go or how to get there. The Tourist Information Station is over there, mate. Thank you. Pardon, sir ftourists should be polite, the handbook said, he thoughtl could you direct me to Colborne Castle? Yes, sir, 'the agent said, be glad to. Go to the edge of town on this road and. . . John followed these directions, and in two and one half hours, he was at Colborne Castle. It was getting later in the evening as he crossed the plain to the castle. The steps went up the inside of the wall. 427 steps, he thought, l, 2, 3, .... 5I 52, this could be monotonous, he said as the sun went down. l6I, 162, l63 ....... The walls were covered with mould and ivy. 226, 227, the railing stopped. Half way, he thought. 398, 399, 400 . 27 more. He yelled this time, his voice echoed into the darknessand the cold. 425, 426, the steps ended at the 427th. A small door was at the end of the corri- dor. As it was late he decided to go back down instead of continuing to the door. l26, l27. It's darn cold, he thought, 207, 208. It was pitch dark, 236, 237, loneliness came, 364, 365, over him. All he could, 4l6, do was count, he kept gro- ping on his way down, 639, 640, 64-I ..... by: Wayne Ray, l3A' A CHILD OF WAR She was shivering with cold, standing all alone. Her dark eyes filled with fear, standing all alone. She was thin with hunger, but her plate was empty. She had not had a meal for a long rlme, but her plate was empty. She longed for a mother, but she had no home. She longed for a father, but she had no home. She is a child of WARI by: Cathy Vanderspek IOC WITH DEATH - HE WILL DEPART Death, death, death ......... With the weary detachment of one who has been hardened to tragedy, the uniformed officer absently surveys the room and awaits the ambulance. Onthe night stand is a scribbled note addressed, To anyone in the world who cares. It flutters in the chilly morning breeze and would blow away except Nfor the pill bottle resting on it--the empty pill bottle. The officer steps nearer and his lips silent- ly form the words as he reads: To anyone in the world who cares. Who am I? Why am I living? Where am I going? Life has become stupid and purposeless. Nothing makes sense anymore. The questions l have asked are still unanswered and now I am convinced that there are no answers. There can only be pain and guilt and despair here. My fear of death and the unknown is far less terrifying that the prospect of the unbearable frustration, futility, and hope- lessness of continuous existence ........ Glancing at the lifeless, sheet-draped form on the bed, the officer shrugshis shoulders heavily and turns away. For him, it's routine--just another suicide. For the am bu I ance crew it's routine--just another D.O.A. Millions of people will read of this trage- dy, they will shake their heads and say, A pity, he was so young, too bad something can't be done about it. When tomorrow comes, they won't even give a damn! Death, death, death ......... By: Mary Czerniawski, l2B O fire and fury cover my self build walls, where no wall should be hide and suckle me, in thy grey wealth protecting the riddle, the rhyme that is me Away in my armour hiding my all in a place that only I know seeing and knowing that others are small hiding, remaining, where no one can go throwing my thoughts in the wind lying with my distraction no one will know I've sinned here in my concrete abstraction I will be, in my small places peaceful and calm, with rage wearing my many faces sounding my chronicle page by page Reading, not knowing the puzzle that's:me licking the wounds I cannot let heal eyes open wide, I just don't see joyously aiding my own betrayal The fire is out, the fury has died if l never did love I would never have cried but have lived in the heart of a dove lt's over, I'm lost, I'm no longer a man I can't stand in the wind that blows so I'll crouch, within my walls, if I can and live so that nobody knows By: Andy Lanaway, l3B