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

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28 THE PELHAM PNYX Susie didn't laugh, she entered the hall and slowly climbed the stairs. Inside her room she sat down before her dressing-table. She decided she was far from pretty, her skin was too white, her hair too washed-out, her eyes too green. I-ler father called to her, Phone call for you, Susie. She made a face at herself in the mirror, got up and went down to the hall to answer the tele- phone. She answered the telephone with a casual I-Iello. A movie! Of course I'll go Peg . . Tyrone Power. Oh swell! I'll see you later. Bye. Mother, she cried, I'm going to the show with Peg . . . is that all right? O.K., well, I'll have to rush. She ran upstairs, taking two steps at a time. On her way out she kissed her mother, swiftly ran down the walk. I-ler mother thought she looked much like a fairy as she skipped along. She met Peg at the corner and they proceeded to the show. The picture was lengthy, but she arrived home quite early. The movie was a complete disappointmentfthe ending wasn't right. Susie entered the sun porch, sat down on the couch, picked up the book from the corner, turned on the lamp, and read two chapters. She turned to her mother. This is a grand book, Mother, and oh, Mother, I wish you would call me Susang it sounds much more refined. You know, that dress looks lovely on you, Mother. Her mother laughed heartily Susie said, Good-night, and once again ascended the familiar stairs. She sat down on the bed and thought, I wonder what made Mother laugh? She decided it must have been worth laughing at, and she laughed too. l THE JACK PINE.-Tom Thomson -Courlesy Nalional Gallery of Canada, Ollawa

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THE PELHAM PNYX Z7 LITTLE WILLIE BEFORE COMPANY BJ' Betty Daw, GRADE xi MOTHER had been worked up all day and everyone wondered why. Why? she would say when we asked. Why. I'll tell you why. We are having the new minister and his wife for dinner to-night. Well, that's nothing to worry about. They are friendly, common people. But girls, you know little Willie. I've entertained other guests but I've never attempted a minister simply because of Willie. He always shows off so and it makes me so ashamed! just then the doorbell rang. Oh, here they are, she cried, and Willie hasn't come from school so that I could clean him up. Oh dear! The young minister and his wife, both very young, were ushered into the living room. And, by the way, this room was only used on special occasions. Mother had calmly ordered us to start dinner and sat down to chat with the charming couple before her. Ma, Ma, was heard from the hall, Where are you, Ma? Here I am, dear, in the living room. Little Willie then came noisily into the living room. He flung his books carelessly on the table, upsetting a beautiful bouquet of artificial flowers. His hair was uncombed, his face was dirty, his pants tornfin short, he was a typical Canadian child. Willie, mother gasped, where have you been? No place, was the usual answer. Mother, then going up to him and gathering her wits about her, made excuses for her wee son and dragged him out of the room. In a few minutes voices could be heard from the bathroom. I don't want my ears washed, I don't want to take a bath, I don't want to put on clean clothes. I never did before when company came and now . . now . . just because the old min . , I The end of that word was cut off short by something or another. Per- haps Mother's hand happened to come in contact with Willie's mouth at that particular point. At any rate we heard no more of him until dinner. In half an hour poor little Willie was ushered carefully into the living room and into a big waiting chair that seemed to be waiting with open jaws to devour him. No doubt he wished it would because, though mother did not speak, she sent warning glances his way and, like a good little boy, he he did not move. TEMPERAMENTAL SUSIE By Doris Daboll, GRADE xi AMBLING up the flag-stone walk came Susie. After the book which she had thrown came to rest in the corner of the sun porch, she thrust her hands into the patch-pockets of her slacks, tossed her head and slumped down into a huge wicker chair. She tucked her feet under her and looked at the ceiling. Mrs. Marmering came to the door of the porch, smiled down at her fifteen year old daughter and asked, Was the book interesting, Susan dear? I didn't like it a bit, answered Susie, and please don't call me Susan, Mother, and oh, Mother, I wish you wouldn't wear that dress. f Well, you are certainly in a queer mood, said her mother, laughing so tlv.

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THE PELHAM PNYX 29 GRADE X Seated fleft to rightjfjean Daboll, Mary Mccombs, Barbara Armbrust, Nancy Armbrust, Eleanor Morris, Margaret Traver, Donna Lampman, Phyllis Law, june Watts, Jean l-leaslip, Marjorie Haist. Standing CFirst rowi-Douglas Cameron, Robbert van Berlcum, Donald Alsop, Marjorie Holder, Betty Aldrey, Agnes Kelly, Gerald Freure, Stanley Reilly, john Swartz. Third Row-Frank Biro, Tommy Smith, Kenneth Hampton, Raymond Caven, Garnet Eller, George lftody, Cordon Elliott, Cecil Haist, Donald Bow- man. PITY AND THE LIFE-SAVER By Barbara Armbrust, GRADE x REGINALD ORGEN-LIFE GUARD THE sMALL placard bearing his name was hung predominately from the highest nail above the cabin door. This small, waving placard impressed the passerby, who if at all familiar to the beach section, knew that Reg was also a life saver. When little Betty Anne Linne took a sudden attack of cramps, it was Reg who worked over her two hours and got her small heart beating like any girl's should when Reg was around. The rescue hadn't been hard, merely pulling a tiny, twisted body from the maple bushes to the shore, but, two hours of artihcial respiration-and work for another two, exhausting hours, that tested a man's will-power. To any other person, it might be two hours of watching the waves with a contented feeling snuggled deep in your heart. But not to Reg. To Reg, this rescueewell, anyone could have done it, but why he? It was just something else he was doing that somebody else might hnd pleasure ing something that he couldn't find pleasure in, something that took him far-