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

Page 55 text:

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

Page 54 text:

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

Page 56 text:

oL ife r t School The exams are fast approaching; The fatal day is near. Fine brows are being wrinkled To learn what we heard here. The ta sk looks quite impossible; The end is ne ' er in sight. But still we try, ' cause try we must And work into the night. Each day we study harder, As the dead-line fast appears, To learn the French, that, we regret, Has travelled past our ears. Now soon the struggle ' s over, And into class we go So put down unto paper The things that we should know. The exams are now completed; And results will soon come through. So the agonies are over ' Till they show them to you. You wonder if it ' s worth it, All this study, all this pain; But when the final score is in. Your opinion is the same. So when you stroll along the hall And your class-mates yell to you, How much d ' you get on your exam? Then you can tell them true. ' I got as much as I deserved: The same applies to you, And if you ' d studied like I did You would have ' flunked ' them, too. Bernie Heinze 11 G 5 rJLife Life is like a pathway in the night, Some grope on blindly - tripping or falling; Others seem sure they know .the way, Then come to a fork in the road and say, Which way am I to go? I saw one man rush by me swiftly, Worries showing on his wrinkled brow, But he found out when he rounded the bend That the path came to an abrupt end. A group came by me following closely At the heels of one who led, But the leader didn ' t know That ahead of them was an unseen foe. The only ones who find the way Along this dark and dangerous path Are those who carry a glowing light That shows them the difference twixt wrong and right. itlodern -Arrt Our pictures which are done in art Are really nice indeed. We all agree they are quite smart; Folks say we don ' t succeed. We hang them up upon the wall; The public come and see. The people can ' t make any sense; They look and say Oh, gee . Others stand upon their heads To see what we have done. They puzzle out the blues and reds, But they find only fun. We try to make our art look real, To please and not offend. We work so hard with lots of zeal, Alas! Abstract it ends. Ted Walker XI G 5 Betsv Coleman Class 9D6.