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

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THE EcHoEs X. V' .9 MQ! 35 is Q74 QV 357 5 vi v Q, 0 -fhzgj' 7, E M, llwlqizniiiif -'IM I lt V 4 .1 Little Gif-fs Song to zz Sfar FIRST PRIZE Each night, before she falls asleep She wishes on a star - A little, whiteeclad iigure there, An upturned face, and curly hair, Against the curtains, gazing far. I wonder what she Wishes for! She says she dasn't tell. She has a special one - and bright - That shines so clearly every night, She sighs, VVhat if it fell? Ah, little one, so sweet and young, I had a star once, too, But long ago mine fellg I pray That yours may guide you every day To fairer things, and true. OLGA WESTBYE, IVA Academic Cowboyfv Ode to cz Star FIRST PRIZE Hey little star! Way up thar k lVhen I lie down to sleep at night, All in my sleepin' bag up tight, And when my firc'S burned quite low I like to watch yer shimmeyin' glow. I ponders And I wonders A lVhat makes yez all so golden bright Like pin sticks in the bloomin' night? I wonder if some guys like me Look down from thar, the earth to see. Yeah, I know it I ain't a poet! I think I'll snooze, I'm in too deep, Before I go - thanks, God-a heap, For leavin' them there things to keep Their watch on me when I'm asleep. OLGA XVESTBYE, IV A Acad.

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34 THE EcHoEs The Harbotzn' by Night I STAND on the farthermost end of the old east pier. There is a full moon. The wavelets gurgle gently as they playfully seek entrance to the numerous cracks and crannies of the stone wall, or sigh plaintively when they find their meagre strength is not enough. Behind them are countless ranks eager to take their place and pit themselves against the old bulwarl-1. Out at the entrance to the harbour stands the blinking, one-eyed sentinel, veteran of many storms, proudly up- right as if fully aware of the important position he holds. Small sailboats rest at anchor, casting sharply defined shadows on the mirror-like lake. T115 Son! TCJf,J tired to heave herself over the approaching wave, the Josephine sloughed drunkenly through it, gasped, shivered, and cowered from the next. Twenty-two years was a long time for continuous service and the old tug was weary. Toiling, buffeted, dragging loads too heavfv for her old seams, which even now were bursting under the strain, she shoved herself through the water that hung about her like glue. Tired . . . tired . . . tired . . . she reeled under a sudden shock sterner than the rest, dazed, shuddering, she fought for headway, a gaping wound in her side. Slowly, her former boon companion, the sea, dragged her down, heedless of the frantic efforts of the men aboard her to keep it out. She plunged a hundred and fifty feet down the side of a wave, tried to Ni Jyx- X Far over on the beach is the pa- vilion, outlined in pin-points of light, and the faint strains of a waltz, made fairy-like by distance, float out on the tide. Near by, a ghostly skeleton Qa prosaic person would recognize it as the water-slidej rears itself against the sky. It will continue thus until the ferry comes in. Then the radiance of the moon will be eclipsed by artificial light, the soothing music of the wav es will be drowned by a blare of jazz, and Nature relinquishes her brief sovereignty to modern civilization. Is it any improvement, I wonder? CATHARINE WHITE, IC Com. of cz Ship give up the iight, was driven through and up the next, two-thirds under. Were the men off? She could feel the boats being lowered, could hear the shouts of the men, the awful scream- ing of her propellor, momentarily lifted clear of the waves. She was drowning f slowly, slowly, always fighting to free herself of the water, wanting to rest, to be quiet, only for a moment till she caught her breath. Were the men off? Her decks were awash now, but yet she fought, struggling, it seemed, to give her friends time to escape, and ready' aye eager for the plunge. The last boat fought free, and all was quiet on board. Quietly, softly, her stern slithered under the surface and she sank . . . rest at last. ALLAN PARK, IV A Acad. xx Y J' . gf 5, N X fl

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36 THE EcHoEs .linking Crown jK'ZI.f'E!5 for the fl-l0f'z'f.f FIRST PRIZE UP to fixe years ago the motion pictures used whatever jewelry the costumer could supply. Then the public arose and demanded accuracy in gems as well as in costume and customs, Simultaneously with this demand there appeared in Hollywood a slender Dane who had walked through all the capitals of Europe, studying the de- signing of jewelry, viewing the world's famous gems, and learning to make what we now know as period jewel- ry. His name is XYilly Peterson- Fagerstam, and he is descended from generations of jewelers in the Danish capital. From white and coloured glass he fashions gems of all kinds: from copper, pewter, German silver and brass, he works the platinum, gold and silver mountingsg and from glass, blown this as a sheet ot goldleaf, he forms pearls, covered with tishscale composition of all the shades of the sea treasures of Ceylon and the South Seas. He uses glass and glass only, to pro- duce replicas of the famous and com- mon jewels of the world. Virtually all of it, cast and ground with the proper faceting, comes from Czechoslo- vakia - Prague being the largest source. These countries produce a cast glass, uniform in colouring, with a very high factor of reflection such as can be had nowhere else in the world. This cast glass is used for diamonds texcept when wanted in large quanti- ties as for the cox ering of slippers, sandals and gowns, when rhinestones are called inl, for emerals, rubies, sapphires, topazes, amethysts, zircons - indeed for every solid stone. No paste or other composition stone is ever used. These casts are made in duplication of the originals from exact measurements and colour photographs. They mimic not only the size, shape, and colour, but reproduce every Haw possessed by the originals. Once cast, the imitation gems are ground by hand. There is no wholesale production of these stones. Almost as much atten- tion is given to each as the cutters of Amsterdam give to the genuine stones. Pearls for the motion pictures are blown in the thinnest of glass by the Workers of Central Europe. VVhen the pearl has cooled, it is covered with several coats of a varnish made from fishscales and coloured to the exact tint of the original. Laid side by side, except by weight, it would be extremely difficult to distinguish the original from the imitation. D. BARRINGER, IHF Ind. Art Gods Ilwafrlz The little brook ran down the hill To greet the river wide And the little fiowers along the bank Drooped their heads and sighed. And while the earth with beauty rare lYas sleeping in the dell, God Was Watching over all To see that all was well. JIM Saxos, IB Ind. Arts