Daniel McIntyre Collegiate Institute - Breezes Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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quickly denounce any foreign power that dares to attack. To be sure, these problems will be faced with the fortitude for which all Canadians are noted. After two or three months, the wholesalers and retailers will be forced to yield. Prices will drop drastically and people will swarm into the reopened supermarkets to eat the new-spoiled foods. Animals would have to be imported from other countries and electricity would once again be gerierated. People would be buried, and cities would have to be cleaned up. The five hundred thousand Canadians still alive would, of course, bathe and purchase cheap, new clothing. Wages and prices, albeit low, will be almost compatible. I, myself, risking induction into the U.S. Army, will live in the United States during this time. Brian Yamashita. VORNE Now the city of Vorne was a beautiful city, being constructed entirely of delicate coral from the sea. Its avenues were flanked with graceful trees, and ever led into luxurious and fragrant gardens. These avenues were composed of the purest ivory and borrowed from the setting sun flaming orange. The people of Vorne were fair to look upon, having hair of molten sunigiht and frank blue eyes. They labored but little in the fertile valley of their city; and neither did they build, for Vorne had been erected in remote times before their history. In Vorne there could always be heard the sound or music and singing and laughter, and be seen the exquisite ivory sculptures of the artists of Vorne. But there came one day a stranger into Vorne, a swart man with hair and clothes of desolate black. When the people of Vorne gathered about him, he gazed up with eyes of blazing unspoken evil, and there fell a hush on Vorne. And this strange, swart man trod the avenues of Vorne, and there did follow him a dark shadow. For truly, he had only to turn his evil eyes upon the people of Vorne for their singing to stop and discord to break out. This man had been in Vorne but two days when the city changed to the eyes of the people. The coral buildings became as bleak granite, and all that was ivory turned to dust. The soft and flowing gardens were removed and clumps of grey thorns, extending vicious, twisted arms into the pathways were put in their stead. The very people of Vorne became warped and ugly, and laughed not. They scuttled down ruined alleys where once they strolled, hissing malic¬ iously where once they sang. The stranger, perceiving this change, continued down the river to Cymanth. He looked back once and smiled a quick, savage smile. But the golden city of Cymanth shone In the distance, and so he hurried on. Suspicion was his name. Jack Harris. 47