North Bay Teachers College - Polaris Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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A SUMMER CAMP IN WINTER The huge house and the endless expanse of snow-covered rocks and terrain conveyed an atmosphere of peace and serenity mingled with sadness. The nearby trees and the snow on the rooftop glistened in the sunlight. lcicles, hanging from the eaves, shone as brilliantly as diamonds. Though the air was frosty, a warm and wonderful feeling of happiness prevailed. Blue sky and the frozen, snow- covered lake aroused memories of the fishing and boating trips as well as old and renewed acquaintances of the past summers. A feeling of sadness, however, still managed to elbow in a disturbing thought -- a loved one would not be there next stunmer to help us enjoy God's many gifts to mankind, Mary Burgess O2 MEMORIES The day was bright, the breeze gentle, Children laughed and played and splashed in the water 'H' There was sunshine, laughter -- there was love! There were flowers in the park, sunshine filtered through the treesg There was green grass. We walked hand in hand: We sat and talked and laughed and fought -- and loved, The sun, the warmth, the flowers, the children's cries -- all have gone, Brown leaves fall, a cold wind blows -- The days are dark and grey, Summer has fled and with it Love -- Unlike the eternal spring, it left no promise to return, Brenda Polano O8

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PRISON WITHOUT STEEL BARS. For twelve long years, we, as teenagers, are held! We are prisoners in a prison without steel bars. We return from our world of slumber to find ourselves once again held in unrelenting bondage, Our nagging guardians, who are ever watchful of our every move, impose small necessary duties upon us, in compliance with their standards of achievement, True, we are granted certain liberties, but any pleasure forthcoming from such liberties is often spoiled by Don't forget to ..... , Wear your ,,,, , Where are you going? , While you're there, would you mind doing me a little favour? , and other unnecessary requests. We enjoy short periods of parole as we trudge from the first prison to the second and back again, When we are in the prison called school, our movements are governed by buzzers and bells, When one bell rings, we know we are to move from one cell to another. Other bells signal lunch hours, fire drills, and other governed movements, Failure to comply with rules and regulations results in reprimands and extra prison time. ' Wardens govern our movements implicitly. They may vary in physical and mental characteristics, but have a common goal: to force each and all of us into a common mold, denying the existence of individuality and non-conformity. During our four thousand, three-hundred and eighty days of confinement, we are submitted to vari- ations of simplified brain-washing, which supposedly teach us to think and act. Who, however, is to say what is the wrong way and the right way to think? What human being has the right to confine our imagination and creativity to an enclosure the size of his own mental capacity? Freedom comes once more, as we enter into the world of silent slumber, by Patty Baker and Beth Bird COD composed under the thoughts and direction of Fred Bruce N. B. T. C. N, B, T, C, you're old, we're new N, B, T, C, we will be true We will work with all our might To keep up your standards too, N, B, T, C, come to our aid N, B, T, C, don't be afraid We won't let you down my friend We're with you to the end, Raymond Desjardins O3

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CHILDHOGD DAYS When I was a little girl -- and a little one at that, I was sometimes an angel and sometimes a brat, Often a tomboy, often a lady And not having my way, sometimes a baby! My Mother had her joys and sorrows. My promise to do it was one of tomorrow's! She often laughed at me and often did yell -- I either bumped into or tripped over and fell, My bandaids were many, my bruises great And often I'd meet a disastrous fate -- For all little girls sometimes need a spanking And for that my dad got no thanking. We were a bunch of carefree kids, Stealing apples and knocking off garbage can lids, We played everything from cowboys to nurses And ladies in long dresses, high-heels, and purses Of course there was often a childish fight When we all went home angry that night But a few days later all was the same -- We were back together -- pals again! The summers were days of heat and fun With swimming and playing beneath the With hide-and-seek after supper time, Ice cream and popsicles for every dime, But those carefree days of fun Slowly pass one by one Until the day it was off to school u It was off to learn the Golden Rule, After that the days flew by, Now grown up, l look back and sigh SLl1'1 At a little girl -- and a little one at that, Who was sometimes an angel and sometimes a brat Brenda Polano O8 We were all young once -- even our editor, . , . . Remember?