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

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34 THE PELHAM PNYX had her dreams. I-ler childhood friend was married and happy with her child who was the girl's namesake. As the girl watched the sun sinking slowly behind the mountains she thought of this. She had had her dreams of being a mother and of her child being her friend's namesake. This was the first of her dreams to be shattered, but through it she had shown to herself that she could lind happiness in that of her friend. She was at last a woman. As she stood there wrapped in her thoughts, she too was startled by the shriek of the train whistle and she decided to go to the city and work and then success. Then her dreams and ambitions would at last be within her reach. Still they had their dreams, even though the lirst were shattered, they could plan anew. That is the glory of youth, the glory of another day to liye and dream for? Another to-morrow! A PECULIAR PET By Gordon Elliot, GRADE x ONE UNL: Saturday morning in late spring my friend and I were walk- ing in the woods back of our place. It was spring, a grand morning and we had stepped out to do some hunting with our rifles. Suddenly, as we swung along the path, jack stopped, raised his rifle to his shoulder, and a shot rang out on the morning air. Life seemed to stop for a few seconds after the noise, and then continued, the birds and crickets stopped chirping and there was quietness as the echo died away. As in the motto, Apref moi le deluge, came the terrible smell -we ran. I just shot a skunk, he gasped as we held our noses and raced back the path. So I smell, I answered as we sank by the trunk of an old spreading beech tree. There was a young one with the old one, he said, let's go back and get it later, after the breeze has blown this smell away. UO. K., said I, and so back we went. The little kitten was running around its mother as we arriyed and it spat at us as we approached. I went oyer and picked it up as I knew it was too small to hurt anybody. I took it home, made a strong pen and decided to keep it awhile. It became very tame and I could handle it easily. But it could not put up with the eats. I had a lot of fun with it and it would play like a kitten. It had smooth silky black hair and a little white stripe down its back. The girls were very much afraid of it for some reason or other. One very hot day in late August when the skunk kitten was about three months old, we had our bathing suits on and were just going down for a swim. I happened to glance over towards the pen which was set up by the end of the barn, to see an enormous gray tom cat prowling around and sniffing at jimmy's pen. Jimmy was up at the wire spitting and hissing at him. The cat sprang at Jimmy, hit the wire and dropped to the ground but was up again in an instant, head, paws and chest up against the wire. Long before I was half-way to them there was a cat's screech, a terrible smell and a gray streak heading toward the foot of the garden. Bathing-suit on, I carried Jimmy and his pen far down into the swamp, set him down, opened the door of the pen, left him, and ran to the creek. I went back a few days later and found the pen still there, and there it will stay. I suppose jimmy is still happily roaming the woods, and I hope, keep- ing out of harm's way.

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THE PELHAM PNYX 33 We all had quite a bit of fun when Stan had to go to the board and draw a parallelograin with just a set square and ruler, and a piece of chalk. The ruler slipped and the set-square wouldn't stay on the line and which side was the hypotoneuse of the set-square? Well, it was a difficult job to get it drawn but it hnally came out all right. As we turn our attention to the girls, we note Margaret Traver as the leading girls' athlete in Grade X. She plays on the junior Basketball team and we are proud to have such a girl to represent Grade X in the athletic field. Marjorie Haist is another girl who is also good in sports and she is a very good student in the Commercial class. Jean Daboll, our youngest member, is just naturally smart, and one who is very good in Latin. Everything humorous seems to happen to the boys and this time it was over chewing gum. It was during History period. The teacher stopped and said, Douglas, bring your gum up and put it in the basket. Now Douglas Haist sits right in front of Douglas Cameron. Consequently when both arose and started toward the basket to put their gum, or was it gums, into it, you can see why the class burst into a lit of laughter. That is an example of killing two birds with one stone. The boys' representative for Literary is Donald Alsop, who is worthy of his position, is popular amongst the boys and who is also responsible for the forming of the winning boys' hockey team. The girls' representative for Literary is Mary McCombs, who is a very good orator, who tries to do her best in her school work, and who is trying to fulfill her position to the best of her ability. These are just a few in Grade X and, as it is impossible to write about everyone here, we don't want you to have any doubts about it, that the rest of Grade X is equally as smart, and we make together an ambitious and happy Class. ANOTHER TOMORROW By Margaret Traver, GRADE X THE BOY stood by the gate gazing unseeingly at the flowers and the stream that wandered slowly over the pebbles under the cool shady trees as though dreading the departure from their comforting coolness. The future and his to-morrow were before him. He was no longer a boy nor yet a man, but at that serious stage of life when he must choose between the right and wrong road of life. His dreams and ambitions lay before him so near and yet just out of reach. If he chose the hard road of struggle and failures, he would at length reach these ambitions but if he chose the other path, the path that was well-trodden and smooth, it could only lead to failure. Behind him in the garden the men were placing the sod on the freshly made grave and on the hill just a little farther on was an older grave. The boy was alone! He must choose the right path for himself. As he stood there the profound quiet was broken by the piercing whistle of a train travelling to some distant city. As he thought of this city he chose his path and began to plan eagerly. He would go to the city and there find work. He would take the rough, untrodden way to success. He had chosen, he had proven to himself that he was a man and must live the life of a man, leaving all childish things behind. 'll Pk if Pk Pl! if PF ik Pk PF The girl, too, had reached womanhood but the change had been more gradual. Each day she became quieter, kinder and more gentle, but she too I

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THE PELHAM PNYX 35 GRADE IX . . . .1 g et .5'1':E,v.:4.-gtk. ,V V D .,,. A I , .A . I , . . V .Mi .-2 .eiigwggh Seated fleft to rightl-Jacqueline Lampman, Joyce Cordon, Marion McNiven, Nancy Abdallah, Martha Heinrichs, Marion Hill, Frances Ulman, Audrey Weller, Mildred Hague, June Misener, Shirley Bradley. Second Row-Arnold Heinrichs, Colon Burnham, Marguerite Shaughnessy, Ruth Brown, Mary Kowalski, Jean Dell, Lilly Kinach, Eileen Bissell, Birgit Dahl, junior Mosley, Wm. Bauer. Third Row-Peter Tokar, Robert Brooks, James W'han, Lloyd Stirtzinger, Ross Staley. Murland Foss, Keith Zavitz, .lack Morton, Wilfrid Minor. Frazer Zwierschke. My Adventure with a Peasant Woman as told by King Alfred By Arnold I-Ieinrichs, GRADE ix xX7HEN the Danish invaders were victorious against mv arinv I had to flee and hide. In the woods I met a peasant who proved to be loyal to nie and who took nie to his hut. Gf course I was in disguise and he didn't tell his wife who I was. She didn't think anything of me but went on with her baking. The woodsman went out to spv on the Danes. Soon after the woman went out to gather tireivood and asked me to mind the cakes while she was out. I consented to do this because I was hungry. I soon became so absorbed in making arrows for my bow and thinking about my scattered army that I completely forgot the cakes. All at once I smelled something burning and before I knew what had happened the woman was at me and was boxing my ears. Then she commenced scolding me and calling me all sorts of names. I doubt if she would have been so hasty about scolding nie if she had known my real identity. However I took my scolding, gathered my bow and arrows and left, resolved to beat the Danes at any cost.