London South Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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ESSAY? AYIIXIG been requested quite forcibly to write an essay, 1 am sure the only proper thing to do is to write a very excellent, whimsical piece of work, comparable, say, to Stephen I-eacock's Aly Financial Career , or blames 'l'hurhcr's XYake Up and Live, Eh? The thought, of course, enters my mind that these essays were written by experts who have been in the game a long time. Ah, yes! But I'm human the same as they are, and surely I'm capable of handling an essay with the same masterful touch as the experts. XVhat's more, I go to school. So, convinced that I am capable of at least equalling the best writers, I shall begin lo look about for material with which to work. lt seems the first thing I should do is to choose a topic tsometimes I'm actually brilliantb, but how am l to write a personal essay on such sug- gested topics as Deep Sea Fish of the St. Law- rence Rive-r , or Eskimo Ladies' Fashions of Yesterday and Today ? The answer is quite obvious, in spite of my ability I can not do it. This means I must unearth a topic much more personal. The one that comes to mind is some- thing which has been, unfortunately, a heavy burden on my mind for some time, namely, My Faults According to My Parents . Immediately a difficulty comes to light, should I list these faults alphabetically or chronologi- cally? It seems that the laws of development would demand the latter, so I shall commence to catalogue my faults. This advancement sees another obstacle looming ahead, that of transi- tion. Transition, I have been told, is the linking of the thoughtsg however, in order to be abso- lutely sure, I shall check with the dictionary. But what's this? Transition is A passing from one subject to another l Does this necessitate a change of subject to perhaps Onion Growing in Ontario ? XVell, I have considerable faith in Noah. But if we continue with the history of Onion Growing in Ontario , in no time at all we shall be relating the life history of lNlr. lllit- chell Hepburn. Is this transition? A bridge across the gap of thought? IVho ever heard of an onion bridge? I'm sure lXlr. Hepburn hasn't. So resolutely I will return to the subject at hand, My Faults According to My Parents . Now what do I do? Surely it is not enough merely to make a list. Yet, what more is there to say? The last word seems to have been said. Un the other hand, how can I make a complete list? This is an essay l'm writing, not a book. For some helpful advice let's refer to 'fVVake Up and Live, Eh? Here Mr. Thurber has a list, not unlike the one I have prepared, which has each part numbered and arranged in a logical order. But that is not all! Those parts are punctuated with paragraphs having no relation to the rest of the essay, which are undoubtedly transitional paragraphs. I must certainly, then, Continued on Page 50 34 ALONG THE CLIFF PATH T was an ideal night for suicide. Driven by a cold east wind, the fog swirled across the har- bour and high over the rocks at the entrance. The waves dashed unceasingly against the rugged shore and the distant moon had finally vanished completely behind sullen clouds. Slowly a man ascended the steep path to the cliffs and stood looking with contempt at the feeble glow cast by the lighthouse as it attempted to cut through the dense fog. He was a striking- looking man. If his face had been less gannt and his back less stooped he would have been ex- tremely handsome. He stood peering down, his grey eyes half-blinded by the biting wind, his fingers clutching nervously at the flapping fold of his grimy oilskin. For an instant he glanced back over his shoulder-but only for an instant. His lips curled in a cynical smile. There was no turning back now. Faintly at first, but gradually increasing in volume, came the sound of someone whistling. Again the man turned, his gaze trying to pene- trate the fog. Someone else was climbing the cliff path. Stones, loosened by the tread of heavy shoes, went careening down the side of the cliff to be swallowed by the waves below. The whistling stopped and a rich baritone took up the refrain. A second tall hgure appeared from out of the mist and stopped abruptly. Sharp blue eyes met steady grey ones. A strong hand rose un- consciously to brush a shock of blonde hair from a high intelligent forehead. VVhy, hello! I didn't expect to meet anyone else up here on a night like this. It's a wonderful spot though-one of my favourites. See the way the rock juts out over thelw He was rudely interrupted. If I had been planning to come here for the purpose of enjoying the view, I certainly would not have chosen this night for it. Oh! I beg your pardon. Might I ask for what purpose you are here? I have no means of preventing your talking. Thus rebuffed, the young man was silent. Presently he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his well-worn jacket, turned his back on his companion and very softly resumed his whistling. He strolled to the edge of the cliff and stood idly watching the giant waves as they crashed against the unyielding rocks below. Stubbornly they stood there, each refusing to make an attempt either at departure or at con- versation. Finally, as if stirred by a sudden impulse, the younger man approached the stoop- ed figure standing a few feet away from him and gently placed a firm hand on the trembling shoulder. Are you sure you don't want to talk to me? Half an hour later a cheery whistle was heard. Someone descended the path. Stones, loosened Continued on Page 75

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.. M--.,., M- 1- , ,, fc, THE REUNION COMMITTEE Back: H. B. Dinsmore, Miss J. MacFarlane, J. Cram, Miss E. Cram, A, F. McKillop. Froni: Miss N. Kains lsec.l, D. Parnell tpres.I, Mrs M. Carr-Harris, W. T. Armstrong. THE REUNION HE spirit of the student bodies of the South Collegiate has been justly famous during years gone by. The graduates, whether of recent or more distant days, always have the same ques- tion, How are things at the school? So when the war was over, the unanimous opinion was that some arrangement should be made to get the old boys together for a reunion. A staff committee was appointed which started the movement rolling. This committee invited some ex-students to join them and the group shown in the accompanying picture are now working to make the idea come true. Invitations are heing sent to all ex-service graduates to attend a gathering at the school on Saturday, May 25th. This is for those who were in the services as it was felt that a reunion of all ex-students would he too large an undertaking until those in charge had more experience in such I'l121ttEI'S. -H. B. D1NsMoRE. NAMES OF GRADUATING CLASS PHo'ros ON PAGES se and 3:1 Reading left to right, Class SA-Corinne Aziz, Eva Bernstein, Helen Forbes, Judith Glass, Phyllis Lickman, Nancy Logan, Donalda Mclntyre, Isabel McLean, Anita O'Doud, Marion Peacock, Betty Pearson. Beryl Rafuse. Donna. Reed, Treya Taylor, Betty jean Town- shend. Lorna Wellington, lsalzmel Williams, Jean Young, Bob Adams. Bill Armstrong, Cordon Bowman, Tim Burgess, Eric Cossey, John Earle, Reg Fries. Vic Hall, Mike Halliday, john Harvey, Bob Hay- man, Ted Howell, Archie Huston, Dick Hutchinson, Albert jones, Tainy Kabakos, Charles Lockwood, Don Lockwood, Harry Lunn, Hugh Mackenzie, Ross Morton, Arnold Nethercott, Jack Noble. John Olunek, Harold Pudney, Brock Rachar. Ernie Richards, Don Robin- son, Pete Sandomirsky, Ken Slade, Ross Smibert, Ron Sprang, jim Stephens, Ed Walters, Carl Watson. Reading left to right, Class 5BfMarilyn Bell, Bette Costain, Reta Craig, Lois Dufton, janet Handley, Kathleen Harrigan, Shirley Harris. Denise Klein, Marian Macvicar. Janet Mclfillop, Jean Mc- Lean, Jean Nairn, Madeline Phillips, Ruth Pirie, Persis Remick, Florence Sinnott, May Smith, Lillian Todoroff, ,loan Vanstone, lleana Witts, jim Aitken, Bill Aitken, Waldy Allen, Norris Bradford, Brian Brett, Bill Brett, Bill Buchanan, Carman Cook, Chuck Dalton, Roy Dunbar, Frank Foster, Don Foyston, George Garrison, Ken Harrigan. Bolo Hill, Jim Hodgson, Bch Hopper, Carman Hourd. Fred lsaacs. Wynne Kerr, Jim Lutman, Herb Mcliegney, Tom Maynard, Carl Miller, Ted Millerson, Bob Nu ent, Bill Pocock, Charlie Ricketts, Boyde Sharp, Henry Skinner, soy Stephenson, ,lim Wylie, Willie Winslow. 35