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

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THE ECI-1oEs 43 Exonerazfed FIRST PRIZE, ACAD. FIRST FORMS IT HAS been said of the amateur Photographer that he invariably takes the worst possible view of every- thing. George's parents probably in- clined to this opinion when their son and heir proudly exhibited his first attempts along that line. Certainly they made every effort to discourage his aspirations towards that expensive hobby, but to no avail. George filled the basement with mysterious bottles and boxes, locked himself in his temporary darkroom for protracted periods of time, left innumerable prints lying around the house, disposed of his pocket-money as fast as he received it, and spent all his spare time roam- ing the countryside with a second- hand Brownie. His parents, learned to treat all these activities with outward indifference. Accordingly, when one day George re- turned from a trip downtown carrying Several large and shapeless parcels, they took little notice. He had brought home similar bundles before, but he had never handled any so carefully as he did these. Our young photogra- pher carried his treasures to his room and locked himself in. Here he re- mained for the rest of the day. At Suppertime, George let slip a leading statement, and a few well- directed questions, from his parents, elicited the information that he was contriving, with the aid of several flash-bulbs, batteries and wire, a de- vice which, if a certain wire outside were stepped upon, would cause the bulbs to Hash and the camera to click. The net result of this would be a photograph of whoever had set off the device. George had completed the contrivance, and had left it set up before the window of his room, which was on the ground floor, when he was called to supper. George had for several days been engaged in such experiments, requir- ing much out-of-the-way apparatus, and had often been known to abstract household articles from their proper places without permission. Conse- quently, when his mother found a silver plate missing that night, she put two and two together, and pounced upon her son as the culprit. It did not occur to her to ask herself to what use George would put a silver plate, and she was furious when he denied the accusation. After a thorough cross-examination he was confined to the house while a Search was made, and having nothing better to do, retired to the room where he had left the camera. He examined the flash- bulbs, and to his dismay hefound that they had been set off. Someone had passed in front of the window - who could it have been but the thief! film from the George removed the camera and retired to his dark-room minutes later to develop it. Fifteen his father was aroused by a shout of at the top of triumph. He was met the stairway by a jubilant son, who held aloft a square of celluloid. The former was startled to see a mans features impressed on the film. This was dispatched to the chief of police, who pronounced it to be the likeness of Raflies, a notorious criminal, who was known to be in the neighbourhood. The felon was subsequently captured and the silver plate returned to Georges mother. HUGH KENNER, IC Acad. .sf - :im , . N 1 'R ,:. 21 .Q A .gf .d Q W

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44 The Pirates FIRST PRIZE Sailing the ships of old VVas a reckless and daring band, Combing the seas for gold In their ships from every land. They sailed the seas by night On the moonlit waters of blue, Then vanished with the light For shelter in caves they knew. Night after night they roamed For the sight of that precious dust, Day after day they dreamed Of the gold for which they lust. That night they spied a ship Sailing the stormy sea, It was an English ship, Vlfhich was called the Manushea. They boarded the luckless ship And fought till they entered the hold But no one left the ship Till their chests were hlled with gold. They left the Manushea And sailed for distant caves, But in the stormy sea They perished in unknown graves. HUGH IXICFARI..-xNE, IB Ind. Arts THE ECHOES Stardust SECOND PRIZE The hills are just as purple, The pastures just as green, There are still as many colours, On the sunsets silver screen. But there is something missing, Life isn't just as gay, Y Since my pride and joy, a filly 'named Stardust, is gone away. There leans her polished saddle, Close up against the wall, It doesn't seem to shine so bright, Since Stardust had her fall. And there yon clinking bridle, That fitted her shapely head: I'll never use it, never again, Now that Stardust is dead. I guess when you have ridden a horse, For years, most every day, She sort of becomes a part of you, And when she goes away, Things can't be quite the sameg and yet, Though skies aren't quite so blue, Stardust is going down God's Trail, To pastures green and new. GEORGE EASTON, I BfCom. .lily Dog THIRD PRIZE, JUNIOR MIDDLE SCHOOL Theres a pal who comes to meet me, Get a little mongrel puppy, When I come home each night, VVith a joyful bark he greets me, He's a friendly little tike. He cannot boast of pedigree, Or blue blood in his lineg He's nothing much to look at, But to me he's very line. Vllhen I put on my hat and coat, He's standing at the door, He thinks we'll go together To the corner grocery store. And if I have a parcel He can carry home for me, He's the proudest little fellow You would ever wish to see. Treat him as you would a friend, And he'll give you steadfast friendship Love and Faithfulness, no end. GEO. SPICER, III A Academic In ff 7 ?. , .1, 3 -f f , few. ' q Ili ,III 1 -NP