Essex District High School - Argus Yearbook (Essex, Ontario Canada)

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:, I njvor did like these quiet drivers,” said Larry, as he and the two girls walked away. John folt badly, but he realized it was better to lose a friend than, to lose the confidence of his father. —Mary Johnston 12A LOST , X have always experienced a very deep sense of pity for the child who suddenly realizes that ho is lost. In a single second, he changes a grSm-up venturer and a self-assured explorer, to a crying, fiiit-vri chi id All ir nm him, tho vcioes wlucli, such a Sx-. ru ti IStedMs ur iJy,” v taSrea.. his foar and ness. Panic-stricken, he begins to cry, and repeats ever and ever again, the one wo ' r ' d which t him symbolizes security, warmth, ®d hvt, . , »« lomS simply smile knowingly, while others rmtotopto the throes of thought, neither aware of, nor concerned about, the lest chll . Such a child appeared recently on the fourth floor of a well-known , t t s toro Thoroughly terrified, ho began to cry with gre t, heart-tearing sobs. Ho ' fSund himself surrounded by hurrying shoppers, SSd tired c rK. Tearfully, he 1 deed up at the towering fig es. Then sobbing wildly, ho began to run up and down tho al| or Mommy! Mommy! Whore are you? As he paused to listen kePffullj his mother ' s voice, his straining ears were greeted only with the voices S SS shoppers, annoyed sales girls, and tho shrill ring of a hun¬ dred cash registers. ]yp.ss! Oh Miss! ffiss, con 1 get this in a different colour? and as I was aayin ' , Kate, this movie was an old one with Clark Gable, you see, and then this girl come up to him ana Miss! I ' ve b oon waiting for five minutes! Yes, madam, - - madam. That will be a dollar-f ifty, madam. 1 a thousand voices pounded on his ears, as the little boy stood helplessly in the throng of Christmas shippers. ' Suddenly ho saw a flrurc familiar tc children everywhere. Joyfully, he trotted over to jovial-looking man clothed in brilliant rod. With his hope-filled, tear-stained face uplifted, ho tug ou at the man s coat. Yes, sonny. And what can Santa do for yon?--What-you haven ' t been crying, have you? That ' s no way to act at Christmas. I ' m lost, said the lad timidly, What ' s y ,ur name, lad? l r name ' s Butch Hondwicks, ' n I live at fivo-fifty-thwoo Carlton Dwivc.

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INDEPENDENT THINKING 15- John and Larry drove with prido down the street in the shiny rod car which John ' s father had just bought. ire you nervous, J hn? inquired Larry, It ' s something for jrour Old Man to let y:u have the car alone! Dad ' s never mean about anything like this; he trusts mo and I trust him! replied John. Although John did not appear to be nervous, ho actu¬ ally was. Look at those dames over there, exclaimed Larry. Honk the horn; maybo we can pick thorn up. I know the one in the shorts. Obligingly John hit the horn and pulled over to the curb. Tho two girls walked over to tho car. Hi, Larry, who ' s your cuto boyfriend? asked Carol Haney. Sho was the one that drew their attention because sho wore a very tight fitting sweater and very brief shorts. Oh, I am sorry. Carol Haney, this is J ;hn Zack, introduced Larry. And this is Lori Lane, replied Carol. Lori is from New York. This is her first trip to Carolina. Glad to know you b:th, retorted John. How about a ride? requested Carol. Sure enough, hop in, said a very eager Larry. The two girls got in tho car and they sped off d ' -wn tho road. Waving and honking t people they know, they passed through the city at a moderate spe d. When they reached tho open highway, Larry said, Step on it, Johnnie Bey, let ' s see how fast she ' ll go. No, thanks, said John, I don ' t want to get in any trouble the first time I ' ve got this car out. Well, I like that, commented Carol, ,: Wo comic for a joy ride and don ' t even get a thrill. If you don ' t like it, maybo I ' d bettor toko you back to town, retorted John. Maybe y u ' d bettor, said Carol in a nasty tone. J hn turnod the car around and drove back to town. He pulled up to the exact spot where he mot the girls. Here you are, ' Hot Rodders ' , joked John. Tho two girls got out of tho car, and. Larry followed them.

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17 . This last speech was uttered quite laboriously by Butch, who, like Tany other four—year olds, could not pronounce his 1, r | s . Santa chuckled wisely, and relayed this information with somewhat better pronunciation to the public-address announcer. Contented, Butch climbed up into the huge, red lap, and with a new note of important authority in his shrill voice, told Santa what he wanted for Christmas. He did not forget to add important directions to help the ' old gent ' find his way from the chimney to the Christmas tree. Suddenly, his face lit up as he 3aw his mother making her way to¬ ward him through the crowds of shoppers. Half laughing, half embarrassed, she thanked the ' merry old soul ' for caring for her youngster. With a reluctant Good-bye , Butch grasped his mother’s hand and skipped happily beside her. Now that he was safe once more, he was able to tell his mother of his exciting adventure. Much of his story was exaggerated, and parts of it were completely untrue. Can anyone blame Butch for such little lies? ks he told his mother, I reallv wasn ' t afraid, well--not much and anyhow--now I ' m not lost anymore. ' ' --Janet MacDonald 12C PROSPECTING FOR GOLD Why, Marjorie, exclaimed Mrs. Duncan, what do you mean? I mean exactly what I say, Mother. Now that I ' ve finally graduated I ' m not going to waste any more time.... Marjorie, interjected her mother, slightly scandalized, surely you don ' t consider your college education a waste of time? Please don ' t interrupt, Mother, countered the unruffled girl. The time for action has arrived. I am going prospecting for gold. The following day Marjorie firmly established herself in an apart¬ ment in the Big City. a.s she did not have to begin working in her Uncle ' s business concern until the next week, she was now able to settle do wn to serious prospecting. Peering curiously out of one of her tiny windows, she spied a tall, handsome gentleman ascending the steps of the apartment building. What luck. ' she murmured, wondering if he were the owner of the p; te Cadillac which was drawn up in splendid array on the opposite 3ide of the street. Putting on her most winsome smile she left her room and- hurried to the elevator. When she reached the main floor, she glanced hastily around her. i0 her delight she saw the form of the handsome young gentleman standing motionless bes de the door. Elated by her early success in finding such 7 n elegant specimen, she slowly, purposefully walked past the unsuspect¬ ing victim and entered a nearby telephone booth. There she placed a mythical call to Nowhere and talked animatedly for some time’to No One.