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

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Baakk' BOUGHS BEND OVER Merida Parlow French 'sBoughs Bend Overn, written by Maida Parlow French, is one of Can- ada's latest novels. It is a story of the courage and hard- ships of a well-to-do Tory family which has been forced to leave its home in Albany to seek refuge in the vast mys- terious forests of Canada. While the party of settlers is encamped for the night on the shore of the St. Lawrence, en route to their new home, the little grandson, Colin, wanders away into the forest, becomes lost, and lives for five years with an Indian tribe. The author skilfully relates the hardships endured by the family during the severe Can- adian winter as the little settlement grows up on the banks of a small creek flowing into the St. Lawrence. Vividly portrayed are the courage and endur- ance of these settlers when their crops fail and winter bears down on them. A love affair between the young daugh- ter, Ann, and a boy of whom her father disapproves, complicates the story, as does the dark secret and strange beha- viour of Colin's mother, Rachel. After many unsuccessful searches, the story ends with Colinis safe return, with a reconciliation between Ann's father and her lover, and with the final triumph of the settlers over the diffi- culties in a new land as the boughs of the forest bend protectingly over them. -DOROTHY HILL, GRADE XIII CHARLES II - 1770 ACT OF PARLIAMENT All women, of whatever age, rank, profession or degree, whether virgins, maids, or widows, that shall, from and 'after such act, impose upon, lure or betray into matrimony, any of His Majesty's subjects, by the scents, cos- metic washes, artificial teeth, false hair, spanish wool, iron stays, hoops, high- 28 heeled shoes, bolstered hips, shall incur the penalty of the law in force against witchcraft, and like misdemeanours, and that the marriage, upon conviction, shall stand null and void. 1 Bac -seat Driver Of all the obstacles to surmount in the world, there is none more formid- able than that animated stumbling- block, commonly known as the back- seat driver. .Drivers are a quiet, easy- going, even-tempered class of people who are not easily riled, but, when subjected to the merciless torture of one of these vultures even the 'beswt of them is liable to fly into a tantrum and go about the rest of his days babbling like the proverbial fool. The back-seat driver is a menace, not only to the sanity of the unfortunate driver who has fallen a prey to his ravaging, but also to the lives of all those in the car and in all the other cars on the highway, not to exclude anyone who happens to be within one hundred yards of the roadway at the time. In his madness, however, he has a method, which results from months of practice. He begins by 'remarking upon the speed at which some of the reckless persons whom he knows drive, a discussion on the sharpness of the curve on this road follows, then, to thoroughly confuse the driver, he drops a few subtle hints as to the right side of the road, the proper way of holding the wheel, the application of the brakes -when suddenly and from nowhere a truck looms up and immediately he becomes a screaming maniac fsome- times accompanied by frothing at the mouthl and with his wild thrashing he gets the driver himself so rattled that he loses control of the car and is promptly killed by the oncoming truck. Therefore, dear readers, if you have any inclination to be a hack-seat driver, please try to correct the error of your ways and make this world a happier place in which to live. 'I . GINGRICH,

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The hephelza Uunior Prize Poeml Here comes the shepherd, swinging his crook, And on his face is a peaceful look. He lov-es to care for his helpless flocks, Which wander afar among the rocks. Along his side runs a faithful dog, V Which has guided the sheep through many a fog. He loves his master and obeys each call, Would he forsake him? No, not at all. The sheep from the fold will not go astray, As long as their master with them will stay. Should one wonder away out into the cold, The shepherd will bring it back safe to the foldf Each day as the lonely pathways are trod, The good shepherd feels the presence of God, And all around him Nature's beauty Inspires him ever to faithful duty. VERNA HORST, IX A SP- etga of me gt., They leave their base all dark at night, They haven't even a shining light To guide them through the storm and strife, As they fight to preserve our way of life. They travel on through the heavy dark- ness, To sow their death though it seems so heartless, They level the ruthless machine of war, And shake the fo-rtress to its very core. Destructive eagles in fighter planes Guard heavy bombers o,er rough sky lanes, And when the enemy comes up to fight Their guns spit death for truth and right. These valiant eagles of the sky Will bring us Victory by and by, But we must all work overtime To pay the Nazis for their crime. GEORGE LEE, X B so 'lhe Clftfisfs Artist, what do you paint? I paint the blues of crystal ponds, The violet heather, bracken fronds, I paint the summers' azure sky, The fleecy clouds that in it lie. Artist, what do you paint? I paint a scene of beauty rare, Of whispering trees and flowers fair, Of reed-fringed pools and gurgling streams, - And pictures of the pale moonbeams. Artist, what do you paint? I paint the merry girls and boys, The babies playing with their toys, And pictures of a happy throng, Singing as they go along. Artist, what do you paint? My brush portrays a battlefield, Brave men whose very lives they yield That we a better. world may know, Hate turned to love, to friends our foe. BEVERLEY BRICKER FLORENCE ARNOLD, IX A