London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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INVITATION TO FLANDER ' S FACTORY Come to the burying ground. Every Sunday at four I lay open my soul Bedecked in the robes Of that wishful mortal. Bring flowers and fervour, And, for me, A candle that I might stay warm. Do you come to pay me your respect? Do you come to apologize for allowing Me to give my life for yours? Do you come to assure me that you ' ll see It never happens again? Or Come closer. Do you like the smell of my bones? -December ' 70 ( J LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF A GRADE 13 STUDENT If I die before I wake- Lord but five wishes I have to make. Lie my French book by my head Tell Mr. Cunningham I read ahead. Lie my History by my feet Tell Mr. Shirley I met with defeat. Lie my English by my arm Tell Mrs. Stinson it caused me no harm. Lie my Biology by my cheek Tell Mr. Ryan I never did cheat! Lie my Chemistry by my side Tell Mr. Frankel why I died. Marg Bowman

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the market. But, no carts came near me, and so I was not run over. Fine, answered the curate, gleefully rubbing his hands, we will re-enact that dream tomorrow, and if you are not run over, then you will be released. Having thus convinced himself of his righteous interpretation of God ' s Will, the priest went, and slept soundly until the next day. The guards bound up the prisoner, laid him on the road (since it was a market day) and waited for the first farmer. But all day the wagons did not come and so Franz was freed. The curate, curious to know the cause, sent two of his guards to go up the road and find the farmers. Soon they returned and brought news of an avalanche which had closed off the road the night before. Affirmed of the Lord ' s Just Inter- vention, the priest proceeded to question the second prisoner about his dream. Martin, who was ignorant of his brother ' s freedom, replied, I dreamt that 1 was in the courtyard of the city hall and that I wanted to place my hand in the mouth of the stone lion. As I did so, I was bitten. Good , replied the proud priest Today we will have you repeat your dream. So down to the city hall marched the curate and Martin, followed by a large crowd of people. They had heard of Franz ' release, due to the ludicrous test and now were mocking the judge for his injustice. Even Martin was laughing, but, as he put his hand into the mouth of the stone lion, he was stung by a scorpion. The crowd, awed by the fulfillment of the dream, agreed with the priest that Martin should be without aid. In the next few hours Martin died in agony. Having convinced himself that his wisdom was now equal to that of Socrates, the curate returned to meditating on the purity of man. However, twenty years later, in a faraway country, a man overcome with guilt, confessed to the killing of Figrelo. It would not have mattered if the curate had found out; for he would have said that the death was only justification for another deed, of which he knew nothing; for it was known only to God.

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