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

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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.

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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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24 THE PELHAM PNYX HAPPENINGS IN THE NIGHT By Elsie Smith, GRADE XII WHEN Mr. and Mrs. Webster left after having put the children to bed, I settled down for an enjoyable evening of listening to the radio and of reading. While I was thus absorbed-one ear cocked for noises upstairs-I heard a strange scraping, then a tapping sound-or at least so I thought. Turning down the radio, I sat still for about three minutes, the strangeness of the house and the dark settling in around me. I shivered, and deciding it was my imagination, turned up the radio. Having delved into my book again, I was lost to my sur- roundings when suddenly a terrific crash resounded and broken glass tinkled. That, I exclaimed, is the last straw! It sounded as though it came from the cellar. I stood looking at the cellar door, undecided and shaking at the knees. A cellar at its best isn't inviting -a strange cellar in the dark is terrifying. Flinging the door open suddenly, I called out in a quavering voice: Who-who's d-down t-th-there? No answer! Gaining a trifle more courage, I descended about three steps when something started making a funny screeching noise. I flew back up the stairs and sat down on the nearest chair,-shaking and in a cold sweat. What- ever it was could just stay down there! After awhile my curiosity got the better of me. Switching on all the cellar lights and taking a flash-light in my hand, I crept down-step by step. Tread- ing lightly, I stealthily poked my flash-light into all the nooks and crannies. Then, to my horrowfsomething in the far corner moved. It came towards me slowly and relentlessly. It was a walking cardboard box! I was rivetted to the floor. Suddenly it stopped moving forwards, and went around in circles until I became fairly dizzy watching it. Then it stopped, and a yipping whine issued from its depths. I lifted the box and there sat Tod, the pup, looking woebegone but relieved! UPPER SCHOOL FROLICS OF 1945 By Marion Mitchell, GRADE XIII EXACTLY one month ago to-day the telephone rang on a drowsy afternoon in late August and a low voice asked if I would like to attend the reunion of P. C. S. Upper School Class of the year '4o. His name Gordon Beamer, place, his home, 182.3 East York Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario, and date, Sept. 2.8. This was Sept. 18, 1945, and I ,comfortably seated in a train watching field after field dizzily swoop by. Suddenly I became a gypsy, seated before a crystal and one by one the fortunes of fellow students were revealed. Turning my crystal ball a swanky New York Costume Shoppe took form and a saleslady saying, This little model is simply superb, just what you were thinking of, an iceberg blue satin gown and ermine wrap, a design straight from Paris. The petite girl turned this way and that. Even with her hair now quite long, no one could mistake her to be any other than Marion John- son, and now with a few light floating steps she had disappeared. Another turn of the ball and the curtainin a San Francisco theatre rose once again for the actors and actresses to answer its call. The play was a tre- mendous success. The leading man came' forward to take his final bow amidst shouts and thundering applause. The spotlight followed him to the front of