Delta Secondary School - Lampadion Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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;cl- A: Space Enclosure: a sculptured form of balsa and paper. B: House on the Hill: a water colour by Carolyn Gibb. C: Deserted Farm: a water colour by Walter Sawron. D: Mask Form: cast of clay sculpture by Linda Petch. E: The Busman: water colour study from live model by James Strecker F: Fury: automatic abstract in tempera by Karen Montesanto. ., - ' . Zwr '

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Wkat We Sbon ' t Weed My years at D.S.S. have been memorable indeed, so memorable that I am compelled to send a few tentacles into the dark corners of my memory and recall a few of my pet peeves and good times. I never did like the farce of school spirit perpetrated on the student body by the Minority , who wanted the Majority to join or attend something, contribute to something, or buy something. Many times the majority was criticized for their lack of support for a school project - but the minority was usually to blame they were always there telling the majority off instead of letting the product or organization sell itself. If the product was good it would have sold well but if it was not, it shouldn ' t have been forced on everyone. Second on the list are those wonderful ElectionCampaigners of the late ' 50 ' s. In these the candidates worked, the assistants worked, but most of all, the school worked. There were big parades through the halls every day; and there were decorated cars and trucks, patrolling the streets around the school, before and after hours. If the candidates were unknown to you at the outset, it was impossible for you not to know them by the end. All this was for the distinct pleasure and privilege of having their picture eventually hung in the halls. The next item from that far-reaching tentacle is those lectures. Lectures are fine; they are great, as long as the teacher sticks to the subject or even goes so far as to give a few pointers on studying. But tell me: who wants to listen to a teacher ' s life experiences for a complete period? It has often been said that only the bad things are remembered. Can you actually believe that? Can you remember only those minor blots on the school ' s history, instead of the many honours that have been won in sports, music and other activities? I think that if you just sit back, relax, and try, you will be able to remember thousands of enjoyable and wonderful events from your life at school. There are many things we don ' t need — but let us not include among these our memories of DELTA. Richard Boden 13 G 2 Jhe Standi of oLife W, e are as grains of sand upon the Shore Of life. We each have our place on this shore, Minute, though it may seem, and each of us is Purposely placed, to fulfil the Creator ' s plan. As a grain of sand is disturbed by the lapping Of a wave, momentarily upsetting its peaceful abode upon the shore, So are our lives disturbed by waves of trouble and pain — For waves and troubles come and go as the tide, But there is consolation; and, even if only for a little while, There is peace for both Mineral and Mortal. But then at last, both are swept away by the Foreboding Wave of Death, into the Sea of Eternity, Only to be replaced again by another. Carol Steward 11 G 2

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You who have broken the band that binds men to human drudgery, Wild and free you ring your song; And man cannot but envy your absence of conventionality. Your writing is feverish; your dance is savage; your song, untamed. You walk possessed, And these are the footprints you leave, Your spirit in all men that know you. But I know yet another spirit in you; I see your searching, Your frantic searching for communication through love, And I believe you seek a place to call home And a little more beauty and meaning to life. Who have given me a band that binds me not to human drudgery But to a life full of living, not waiting, For I am learning your sensitivity and untamed temperament. Carol Ann Reaburn 12 G 3. I VI ajeitu and J raaedu There it was. The huge machine that man had hoped of fabricating. Its thunderous growl was heard for a radius of two miles. Its steam swept over an area of almost a quarter-mile. Night after night, day after day, year after year-it roared-unceasingly powerful, unceasingly beckoning other machines to meet its challenge. It provided electrical power for the whole of what was once, very long ago, called the Niagara Fruit Belt. Presently this area is the location where Atom-Pac food pills are being manufactured. Again very long ago, the falls were an attraction for the newly-weds. Now that swift inexpensive flights to Venus are available, the honeymooners have found a much more interesting vacation-land. Half of Eastern Europe, including the Soviet Union, has been swept into Infinity by the Third World War of 2278 A D. It has been an accepted fact for some time that North America has onlyuntil2287toexist.The Cuban Prime Minister, Castro, committ- ed a mass suicide by setting off five atomic bombs throughout South America when he heard of Khrushchev ' s defeat. The cloud of death, or Strontium - 90, is agony in its slowest and most painful form It took just thirty-two I.C.BJVI. ' s todo their work of murder en masse, firedrom Western countries forced to attack because of the great, aggressive, and powerful movement by Russia and Communist China to take over all of Germany. But, still, the great Niagara continues to cascade over the 167-foot-high cliff. It then wanders, creeps, and finally rushes into the St. Lawrence River, eventually draining into the mighty Atlantic. And it will continue in its massiveness until the end of the world. Dour- Nason 11 G 4 JH Jn One 3, y And this was a day when the world awoke, the sky sang and the mists were swept away. Oh, in my silent ramble what pleasures I saw! A tree bent toward another and told a joke - and they shook and shivered with laughter. A bird called to me while a bee nestled in a flower and revelled in his find. My face felt the soothing caresses of the breeze as it hastened along behind me. Then all I could see was the sun shimmering in its splendour of flames, and life seemedgloriousand golden. My soul spread its wings and I wrapped myself in joy. Norma Stipsits 13 G 3