Elmira District Secondary School - Oracle Yearbook (Elmira, Ontario Canada)

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26 THE ORACLE 0N SKIING I poise on the hill and I wave adieug I My curving skis are jirm and truel The slim. wood quickens, the air takes fire And sings to me like a gypsy's lyref' One can not begin to imagine the thrill and enjoyment derived from ski- ing until one has had actual experience. There is first, of course, pain, which often accompanies the learning of the fundamental rules of' manipulating the skis and ski-poles, but after two or three well-biasedi' falls, the beginner avoids such unpleasant occurrences in the future. I think it is mostly animal in- stinct that keeps the good skier on his feet-he surveys, very quickly, the route just ahead of him, and reflex nerves do the rest. Can't you imagine the thoughts run- ning through the skier's mind as he is about to go over a rather high jump? He doesn't stop to think of the danger there might be in the action, he just enjoys the completely hollow feeling in his stomach as he allows gravity and the old winter wind to toy with him in mid-air. When he has landed safely, and the momentum of the landing sends him speedily along the remainder of the track, he perhaps hopes that his lady love has watched him do the jump, even though it has caused her some anxiety. He almost feels as though he has done something brave, but the wind plays tag about his ears and up his sleeves, and with a slight shiver his thoughts turn to new adventure, perhaps to hitting the ski-trail which istwo miles long. The first hundred yards is not at all fast. Our skier leisurely sways in and out among trees, jumping their shadows just for sport. He wonders what fate has up her sleeve as he gazes at the miles of landscape below him. There are numerous hair pin turns in the trail to prolong its length and very often the deep green, but snow-laden evergreens, which seem to be passing in opposite directions to him, loom up ahead, and although they look very comfortable and soft for landing in, he knows it to be just a deceptive illu- sion and quickly pivots on the handiest ski-pole. On this slope the sun is on his back, sending before him a shadow of him- self, somewhat unproportional, though with glints of beautiful blue. He is amused at the long spindly limbs of the shadow and the short trunk of the body fbecause he is stooped for balance.J The ski-poles jutting out on either side of the image make it resemble a very old-type sea-plane and he at once sets about doing ustuntsi' using his shadow and his imagination. This has a very unexpected and unpleasant result. As the next group of evergreens looms up telling him to turn, first his shadow, then he is in the midst of them. This time, as he awkwardly tries to untangle himself from his skis and the snowy, prickly branches of the trees, he is thankful that his lady love is not watch- ing. -BRUCE RUPPEL, XIII i K! 'I I Suomi I Continued from page 161 Finland has produced athletes- Nurmi of Olympic fame. Muscular en- durance is the endowment of the Finn. Finland is a farming and forest coun- try of small farms and land-owners. Frontier conditions are still here. Each man is his own master and the best man wins. No great riches are here as Fin- land is happily a poor country. All careers are open to women except the church and army. Also, when married, they may keep their positions, and fe- male suffrage has justified itself in that seventeen women are in Parliament, out of two hundred members. - Sibellius still lives, her great artist of music. He has composed songs of the marshes of his beloved homeland known the world over. Finland, now under the Russian heel, will rise again and once more F inlandia, Sibellius' song, will be sung in the land of Suomi . -IAN MARR, XIII

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28 THE ORACLE I l l , e emi, e,fe,.., Uunior Prize Poemj One day when swimming at the lake, I found a small green copper snake, I held him carefully by his tail And fed him cherries till he did quail. He stretched and squirmed and hissed at me, Trying his best to get himself free, I played with him till it drew night When this little snake took one big bite. I howled and yelped and danced around And let Mr. Snake fall on the ground. I saw him escape in the light of the moon, Leaving me alone with an aching wound. Slowly I turned away towards home With a little sigh and a little groan- And you, dear friends, my advice do take, Do not fool around with a small copper snake. en., vnfta, va., --ROBERT WEBER, IX B Ct Siam 350m While walking down the street one day, Writing a letter, are you? When everything was bright, A black cat ran in front of me, I nearly took a fright! Then walking by a store window, Not knowing where to go, I crossed beneath a huge ladder, And sighed a piteous, oh! The sky had turned to gray again, Bad luck was on its way, I did not know exactly when, But it would come that day. No sooner had I reached my home, When everything went wrong, A double mirror fell on the floor- Ill luck was lasting long. There's much more to this story, But harken to my voice, And don't be superstitious- Y ou know you have the choke. Mother waits with anxious heart To hear the postman's bell! You can't think what to say- I t's getting late, youfre tired- Youyreally haven't much to tell. You think y0u'll leave it for another day, T here's something. else you want to do to-night, She's knitting by the fire, I heard her say: T hey know I miss them- And they're sure to write. Here-take your pen and pour Out your every tlwught, lust what you'd say if you Were in the room beside her chair. A mother's life is fraught With love and care for you. ' -MAE STUMPF, IX B -SHIRLEY CUNNINGHAM X