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

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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.

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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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He arrived right on time and we ate dinner, touching lightly on his yacht cruises and his fantastic man-like dummies. I learned that his tours went out only once a week-Saturday afternoons at one-thirty - and always with a full passenger list, (at $50.00 per person). After dinner I asked him about his dummies - their origin and make-up. He tried to explain the blood capsules, fibre hair, glass eyes, and procelain bones but finally invited me to have a look for myself. I was thrilled at the invitation and agreed to meet him one half -hour before his next excursion left, (at Silver Sands Harbour). Well, it was Saturday morning and the captain, who was detained at his home, assigned a deck-hand to show me the yacht. Now, Mr. Henley, we ' ll go an ' see the room the dummies are made in. Guess that ' s what you ' ve bin ' waitin ' to see. You don ' t know how long I ' ve been waiting for this. So let ' s go! Here ' s the room at the end of the corridor. I ' d go with you, but I got a job to do on this tub and I ' d better get to it. The boys in the room know that you ' re coming; so they ' ll show you around. O.K„ I ' ll see you later. Hey! This can ' t be the room! Open that door! This is only a closet! Yea, with a false bottom and power chute. See you later, dummie . John Slater 11G5 Jne Ardiault It was a dull, murky morning in September, as our boat pushed on through the choppy water, I could see the strain on the faces of the men. Even the old-timers had a taut look on their faces. Some puffed nervously on small butts; some stared blindly into the sea; and some, with heads bowed and hands clasped, were praying for their safety on this, a most perilous assault. Our destination was to be one of the Gilbert Islands. On the shore we could hear the shells from the ships taking huge chunks of earth out of the small islands with ear-piercing roars. Overhead, the planes were staging ah all-out battle with the enemy planes. The planes bursting into flames contrasted with the dullness of the day and the solemnity of everyone ' s spirit. Suddenly a voice of authority told us to prepare to land. Grasping my rifle and ammun- ition, I lined up to leave the landing craft. The door fell and the men plunged into the warm water of the Pacific. We were greeted with a welcoming committee of bullets. We sloshed