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

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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

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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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Jsn -Jhe Ljardt The newly arisen sun gave light to a scene of horror. The airplanes had gone now but the shattered ruin of earth and man remained. The bombing had occurred during the night without warning and without reason, for this village made no reputation of its factories or munitions plants. In the middle of the small town stood the largest building — an orphanage, formerly a tribute to love and brotherhood. Now there remained but a mass of brick and wood. From the early morning fog came a man, old and bearded, his apparel giving indication of much misery, his face a look of much sadness. He walked, gazing with watery eyes at the ruin on either side, yet with slow determination pushing himself to the orphanage. As he stopped before the sideless structure his observant gaze found a naked body carelessly and cruelly thrown amid the cold stone. Slowly his hands removed the rubble from the lifeless form, uncovering a crushed and broken child. Delicately he picked up the child and started to walk past weeping mothers, past ruined homes, past fallen trees, past the heavens. There appeared before him a garden and they entered. He came to a rock and he laid the child there, falling down himself hands upon his face. That morning bold leaders spoke of conquests, and that morning rifles gleamed, and that morning the sun shone. And that morning .... Jesus wept. Jim Strecker 12 G 6 I dreamed that I was made a king, And I watched the eager world try To bring me joy, in everything — And every attempt quickly die. Although I ruled o ' er many lands I felt empty and alone, As my heart sighed its warm demands, Demands which I could not disown Oh, but now I know that nightmare Was a blessing in disguise: For though I long ' d to wake from there, It aided me to realize: Even if I had command o ' er the earth Without you near, my life would have no worth. Leonard Martin 12 G 5