Pelham Continuation School - Pelham Pnyx (Fenwick, Ontario Canada)

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22 THE PELHAM PNYX To the museum! was the command, and to the museum we went, land- ing in the Indian department around the totem pole. A couple of little boys were gazing longingly at a tomahawk, so we were all hustled off to view Egyp- tian pottery. From here it was only natural to wander into the Egyptian inner sanctum, the mummy room. I, for one, suddenly felt very queer, and, after casting one chattering eye into a dark corner, I beat a hasty retreat and went to see some little red fishes, and a lot of other fishes too, marching across a wall. Of course they were stuffed, but they all looked very happy and I began to feel better. Then-Oh, but we mustn't forget the dinosaur! Poor fellow! I-le looked as though he might have seen better days and no doubt he had. We saw so many things in the museum-the guns and spears, the coats of mail, the dresses and shoes, the Chinese room+but it was getting late, so we drove back to Moore's for supper for should I say dinner?D. After what seemed to me to be a half hour wait we had a very good meal and I had an argument with a waitress. With half a dish of ice cream still cooling my tonsils I made the bus and relaxed. We were homeward bound and as the bright lights faded away everyone reached for those elastic bands and a new round of ammunition. This held out until we got back to Stoney Creek wherea kind-hearted waitress gave us a fresh supply. Cn the last lap of our trip someone yelled Turn out the lights, but nothing happened, so we threw more paper. Our editor was still talking to the little blonde, the boy with the green polka dot tie was tak- ing off his shoe, Mr. Crossley looked very happy because we hadn't left any- one in Toronto. Then we were coming down the home stretch and the bus was passing a car, honking madly. No, it wasn't the bus that was honking -or was it? Or was it honking at all? VVhy it . . it was ringing. Suddenly I gave a snort, rolled over, and opened one eye. Wait a minute! Say, I must have been dreaming! It's only morning. We haven't gone yet. I've dreamed the whole thing. An idea struck me. XVouldn't it be funny if that's what actually did happen? And strange as it may seem, it was. A GLORIOUS ADVENTURE BV Edgar Ker, GRADE XIII TWENTY years come this June since Ace had made history in that madden- ing, glorious sixty minutes of real living. Aurora had rolled back the gates of dawn and had started Apollo on his trip across the heavens and Ace on his history-making trip across the enemy line, which was to prove to Ace's satisfaction that one crowded hour of glor- ious life is worth an age without a name. Strange premonitions had awakened Ace while heavy darkness clung to the earth and not until almost dawn were his intuitions realized. The Squad- ron leader opened the flap of Ace's tent, poked his head in and shouted in a hushed sort of way. Ace! Ace Cross! You're wanted at headquarters! The outcome was that he, he alone from a hundred expert air-men, had been detailed for special work-an hour's work that would bring him glory or death or even both. Nor was Ace found wanting-in him burned the joy of adventure-that insatiable something that wanted to do things solely for the sake of doing them. Two cu s of coffee, a cigarette, and he was off into the graying darkness with a stur y ship, six bombs, and the boundless confidence of youth. His objective was a munition factory. His' job was to bomb it. Fifteen minutes

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MIDDLE SCHOOL Seated Cleft to rightl-Myrtle Walker, Helen Walton, ,lean Holder, Delora john- son, Cherefa Abdallah, Elsie Smith, Marjorie Page. First Row Standing-Ray Collver, Geraldine Rogers, Eleanor lVlcC-lashan, Mar- garet Leppert, Marjorie Morris, Mabel Fletcher, Harold Hodglcins. Second Row Standing-Douglas Lymburner, John Savigny, William Alsop, Harold Kinsman, Joseph Filip, Lloyd King. of flying took him into territory as poisonous and dangerous as a rattlesnakes nest and from which darted death-dealing bullets. Ace pressed on, for ahead lay his objective scarcely visible in such imperfect light. He headed the plane down in a dive which threatened to fold the wings and tear off the braces. Anti-aircraft guns, searchlights, machine guns, cannons-like some in- human monster down and down he swept to bomb that factory off of the earth. He dropped his cargo of bombs, banked, started for home and safety, followed by a squadron of planes. As he neared home, friendly planes took off to drive back the pursuers. Ace landed-emerged from the cockpit-took one step and fell. Breathing his last, he was heard to murmur, So long boys, it was Worth it! The Minister of War is the clergyman who preaches to the soldiers in the barracks. Guerilla warfare means that they're up to monkey tricks. Mr. Laing: I don't think you have studied your geography to-day, Ray. Ray Caven: No, sir, Dad says the world is changing every day, so I did- not think it was worth the trouble.