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

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up onto the beach and prepared to make our first stand. It was then for the first time that I saw a man killed. As I looked at him lying there I made a solemn oath that I would make them pay for their unhuman murders. I vowed to slaughter every enemy on this island. My thoughts were halted as a mortar blasted away the sand ahead of me, throwing tiny sand crystals stinging into my face. It was like running on a tread-mill as I darted for the exterior foliage of the thick, tropical jungle. I reached the trees to find myself alone, because while I had stopped to see the unfortunate man slain on the sand the others had surged ahead. I proceeded with caution, stepping ever so carefully through the plentiful undergrowth. Suddenly my whole body was hurled to the side, and a terrible pain shot through my leg. Rolling over, I noticed that my leg was broken. I looked for my rifle and saw it was ten yards to one side of me. I tried to reach it by pulling myself along the ground, but found the pain unbearable. The crackling sound of a twig diverted my attention. The sight I saw when I turned around made me forget all my pain. It was an enemy carrying a long knife. I was immobile. All I could do was lie there and wait for this killer to murder me. It was a terrible way to die, at the hands of a filthy savage. As he drew near, I could see his fiendish face, his squinting eyes that I wished I could have gouged out. He stood above me, knife in hand, and looked. I felt my end was near. To my amazement he turned and began to cut down small trees. Returning, he grasped my leg and gave it a quick jerk. He was setting my leg. He took off my belt, then his, and strapped the wood onto my injured leg. As I looked into his face, I saw no savage maniac, no murderer, no fiendish killer, but a fellowman. His eyes had a look of pity in them. He finished with my leg; then he dropped some rations on the ground beside me, and left as he came. I was found later and carried back to our newly made camp, where I was allowed to rest. My recovery left me plenty of time to think and try to find an answer for this rare happening. I came to the conclusion that God had given every man of every race a kind heart, and from a kind heart comes pity for a fellowman, no matter what the circumstances and no matter what his colour. John Morrow 11G5 aUrum LorpA 7 Drum Corps? What ' s that? Oh, I know your ' fabulous corps ' but just what are ' drum corps ' ? I like music that has melody, as well as rhythm. I don ' t think I ' m interested. What? Well, yes, I guess I could go, just once, to see what you ' re talking about.Yes, of course I mean

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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

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it. I ' ll go, especially since you ' re buying the tickets. You must really be wild about these crazy things, spending so much money just to see a bunch of drummers parading around. Oh, there aren ' t just drummers inthesethings, eh?Well, why do they call them drum corps if they aren ' t for drummers? Oh, Isee, just aname.eh? Horns? What kind of horns? Oh, I see, I think. Let ' s see if I can get this straight now. You have bugles. ...Oh, I ' m sorry, trumpets. But they don ' t look like trumpets. Where are those things you push? Oh, they ' re just ' one-valve ' trumpets, are they? A valve and a slide. Well, I really don ' t know just what you ' re talking about, but I ' m trying, really trying. Well, yes, you have umpteen different kinds of horns, and all different kinds of drums. I always thought a drum was a drum; I didn ' t know there was any difference in them. And you have to tune them?Are you really serious?Oh, you are. Well, I can take your word for it I guess. Colour party? Oh yes, it ' s like in the army, isn ' t it? They carry flags. That much I understand. Now, what do you call the leader? A drum major? You mean like a drum majorette, or something like that? Oh, he just gives you the directions, is that it? I see. And you march? Well, of course, aband marches a corps, I ' m sorry. I didn ' t think the name made any difference to you. Okay, okay, a corps. Now, what ' s this ' M and M ' you ' re talking about? Marching and Manoeuvring. Very simple. Well, I still don ' t know what you ' re talking about. Let ' s get this in detail. You start out on the starting line. That makes sense. Okay, so I ' ll stop trying to be funny. You start on the starting line of what? A football field? What for? Oh, that ' s where you do your marching. Well, yes, I guess that ' s okay if you really want to. Then what happens? You finish on the finish line. That also makes sense, but it doesn ' t tell me much! What do you do in between? Just march from one side of the field to the other? A concert? You play a concert? You ' re joking, aren ' t you? You aren ' t? Well, explain, will you please? You march around, and do all sorts of things, in all different formations, and then you end up standing still on the fifty yard line. Yes, I know where that is. Don ' t be sarcastic. I ' ve been to football games. What do you do, all stand on the line, the same as on the starting line? No? Oh, I see, you all stand facing the audience. Then you stand still and play a piece or two. That ' s when you have your soloist come out, is it, to show off? Yeh, that I dig. Then you start marching again? Right over to the other side of the field. Yes, then what? After you get to the finish line, you turn around, in formation, and face toward the audience. Then you ' say good-bye ' ? You play a sort of ' farewell ' number, is that it? I see. Well, just what does this all prove? Oh, there are judges, are there? What do they judge? Now, let me get this straight. There is at least one ' Field Brass ' judge, ' Field Drum '