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

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AJhu S tudenti -jo Ljreu -3a iJ faction {Jf r finite You ' re awakened rudely by the clang of a bell; Again there ' s that feeling you know so well. You sink into the pillow, pull the sheets o ' er your head, Wishing to sleep; but you hear instead Your mother yelling You ' re going to be late; You ' ve less than an hour. School starts at eight. You get out of your bed that ' s so warm and nice. And step onto a floor that feels like ice. You wash, and dress, and then get your books: Comb your hair, and see how it looks. You head for the door and without a doubt It ' s Eat your breakfast; don ' t go without. Finally you leave; seems like 20 below; The wind is howling. It ' s starting to snow. You enter the school and remove your things. Just then the warning bell rings. You slam your locker and run down the hall; If you ' re lucky, no books will fall. Open your books. Now, class will start. Your chemistry formulas, know them by heart. Onto the next class; it really is fiendish, You get a detention for not knowing English. Then to Algebra - those teachers of math! If you don ' t do your homework, they ' re on the warpath. Into the French class - no time to gab. Open your text books, learn your vocab. Now for P.T.; it ' s time to relax!! Feet on the floor; lie flat on your backs; Twenty turns at the bicycle ride; Roll your hips from side to side. Your knees are weak, your back out of joint; Oh well! That ' s beside the point. Your hair is grey, not because you are old, But the text books of high sch ool have taken their hold. Pat Wilkins 12 G 6 Costing nothing. But creating much, It enriches those who receive it, Without impoverishing those who give; Yet, happening in a flash, Its memory often lasts forever. None are so rich That they can get along without it, And none so poor But are richer for its benefits; Yet, it is but A small thing in itself. Creating happiness In the home, it fosters Good will in business, and completes The circle of friendship everywhere; Yet, it cannot be bought, Begged, borrowed, or stolen, Though it is rest To the weary, daylight To the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, And nature ' s antidote for trouble, Yet, it is something which is Of no earthly good until given away. And if it should happen That someone you know Should be too tired to give you a smile, Why not leave one of yours? For no one needs a smile so much As those who have none left to give. Len Woodward 12 G 5 y r W in terwonderland The boy ' s gym was very bare; But Delta students have talent ' s rare. Many have the artistic flair And others have a lot of dare. Proceeding downward, equipment in arms, They were ready and eager to work their charms. Hard at work some began the drive, As more with the same began to arrive. Blue and silver icicles were all around the door. And tables and chairs were scattered over the floor. We covered the ceiling with big balloons, And on the walls were silver moons. So, with the help of all the fairies and elves, All the supplies from familiar shelves, And the music from the dreamy band, We transformed the gym to a Winterwonderland. Judy Munce 11 G 5.

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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.

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Jlte Srantaitic cdjui ' .mm led I had been in Miami, Florida, many times before, but never had I awaited so anxiously for a sight-seeing trip as I had for the one planned that Saturday. Saturday afternoons were very dull and I dreaded every one I spent in Miami. It was just the usual hustle-bustle down to cne rowded beaches or to the main shopping centres-pushing through pie-eyec r tourists ah the way. But this Saturday would be different — an unforgettable experience, I was told. I could hardly wait for one-thirty, when I would board the yacht. I left my hotel at one o ' clock and headed for the popular Silver Sands Harbour. I arrived at twenty after, and stood looking at the yacht. At one-thirty, I boarded it promptly to assure myself of a tour of the vessel before we departed. However, I was met by a tall, well-tanned man who showed me directly to my assigned lounge chair. My position towards the rear of the boat enabled me to see the glass bottom and the sights, comfortably. I was asked to remain here throughout the tour. Soon all the passengers were in their places and wondering at the yacht and its motel-like qualities (actually, yachts like this one are common in Miami). Finally, we got under way and, bored, I sat looking at the wonderful (?) sights I had seen many times. At this point I was convinced that I had wasted another fifty ' bucks on an or- dinary cruise. I was soon to learn how wrong I was in assuming this. In about an hour, we approached a small, swamp-like inlet I had never seen before. As we entered, a few of the tourists began noticing tropical fish and sea plants . I was not interested until one of the passengers claimed that he saw an alligator. The surroundings resembled the Everglades; so, I came to the conclusion that it was possible but not probable. As I sat staring through the glass bottom, a piece of raw meat appeared, obviously being towed by the boat. Seconds later, alligators (about four of them) began tearing at the meat. Suddenly, a dummy was shot into the group of gators (from a power chute under the boat). When the alligators ripped at it a red substance (representing blood) was ejected into the water. The alligators left only a skeleton. (This looked much like a real skeleton. I had never seen a real skeleton, but this dummy was exactly in proportion-it was unbelievable.) As I left the boat that day, and at dinner, I could not help thinking of that dummy. I de- cided then to find out how and where these fantastic dummies were manufactured. Fortunately I was free the next night; I invited the owner over for dinner.