Peterborough Collegiate and Vocational School - Echoes Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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3 , i. ' 1. -V x 1. THE BCH - 5.3 to dry. This is called withering. After it has assumed a certain degree of softness and flaccidity it is sent to the rolling machine. In this machine the cells are broken up, inducing fermentation. The leaves are then spread out on a wooden framework and are then allowed to ferment until they turn a light brown. The fermented leaves are then Bred. Placed on Wire trays, they are pushed into a heater of two hundred degrees Fahrenheit. This makes them dry and brittle. The Tea is now manufactured and all that remains is the sifting and Hnal firing. The leaves are put through dif- ferent sizes of sieves which are worked with an oscillating movement. The finer the pieces the better the quality of the Tea. The tea is packed in lead or aluminum lined chests. As the tea falls from a sheet into the boxes the boxes are oscillated. This makes the tea settle and allows the box to be Hlled to its utmost capacity. After the top sheet of lead is soldered on, the lid nailed over the top and the name stamped on the side, the tea is ready for its world- wide market. Rae Borland, Form Ia, Industrial Arts All 'Exiles Tjlrayer V Written, on the occasion of the expulsion of many Saarlanders, to R. Jackson's music of the hymn, Breathe On Me, Breath of God. I do not own my will, For God has all my heartg Tho' from uncivil land I flee From Him I shall never part. Altho' I leave this land, Ne'er to return again, May God guide all my steps to Him As now I guide my pen. And may those left behind Seek Him, in trouble, too: They will know Friendship in their Lord And always find Him true! 'Tis all I ask, Dear Lord, Keep me from sin and shame, Keep my soul clean, and let me be A Christian in Your Name. Christians, alike, I pray, 'When exiled, turn to light-- To God, whose tender love and care Shall brighten your darkest night. Amana Edna Borland, IIA Academic. .43-

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- YB fi- - L- - - 'Z ' THE i ECHQES 'Ghz ffarmefs 7-Daughter VVeek after week. some able pen, lVrites poetry and prose On farming, and on farming men. And everything that grows. VVhat they have penned, I don't condemn, But one thing strikes my view, They all o'erlook one precious gem. The Farmers Daughter, that is you. Dont fret in summer. though your face Shows the sun's freckling taint, 'Tis lovelier than the one they trace With powder, brush. or with paint. Don't make your days a sum of strife At being so humbly born: A cheerful and a virtuous life lvill any rank adorn. Just keep your rank, but watch your chance Some young me-n's heart to slaughter. ' 'lihen thank my pen that dared advanr-e To praise the Farmer's Daughter. R. E. Darling, Form III H. A. Taba f.Deserteb Tfouse Silent and stately it stands, Un a l1ill with a lake below, A beautiful home, deserted, That was loved in the long ago. Loved by its inmates. dearly, VVho no longer dwell in its halls, All is silent and lonely, Not a picture hangs on its walls. Its windows are broken and shattered. Its rooms are empty and gray, The loved ones, who dwelt there, are scattered, Or in peace are resting alway. So vast is the stillness around it. That the passer-by stops to gaze And think of all the treasures, It held in by-gone days. lllyrtle Joyes, Form III H. A.