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

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Nocturne by HUGH KENNER, xm A Ac. All diamonded, with quivering silver darted And shining bars, The lake breathes quiet, clasping the pale moon's daughter, Splendid with stars. The black pines, and the black pines in the water, Star-lustred o'er Stand sunder'd, shadow and wavering shadow parted By silent shore. The lndian's Return' by MARnoN BARRETT, xu B H. ARTS Plunging and rearing through places narrow, One frail canoe on that treacherous river, Shoots like a dripping silver arrow 'Leased from an lndian's long-bow quiver. He paddles well, that warrior bold, Though the vicious waters pound and churn, Over the rocks he slips their hold, While a dusky maiden awaits his return. The Indian's alert, though he chants a song, For he's paddled this way before, His heart is glad as he flashes on, Behind him now is the rapids' roar. Now over the sparkling water he glides, Then rings clear the Indian sentinel's call, On the setting sun's red rays he rides To his home on the shore, as shadows fall. The Old Mill DONALD WHITTAKER In a setting of rustic beauty is an old flour mill-a gaunt and de- serted building left by an ever-rushing and progressive world. A small stream trickles over the rotten log dam and the old raceway is but a bed of wash- ed rock. An old corduroy road, over-grown with grass and trees leads away from it and is lost in a vigorous growth of timber. As a large pine stands guard over the old mill its cone-laden branches brush the roof and the breezes sigh through its boughs. The roof has fallen in and the moss-covered timbers are beginning to decay. Creeping vines with long tentacles have covered two of the four windows, while the sturdy walls from which most of the plaster has fallen are showing the signs of having weathered many stormy years. The aged Water wheel has become loosened from its axle and lies in a pool of stagnant water. How many more years will it survive-this old land mark of the past? The Rain by ELEANOR DOYLE, Xl com. The blue sky darkens and the sun retires, And the birds all twitter with glee, The iiowers uplift their dainty heads, The bull-frog sings near the daffodil beds, And the rain sweeps over the sea. Gentle, refreshing drops of rain, Caressing each violet and rose, Each blade of grass and every Hower, Dancing alone or in shady bower, While the gentle breezes blow. Tiny rills of rain and sand, Running over the lea, Gaily singing and laughing on, As faster and faster they travel down To the foaming, white-capped sea. Refreshing each vale and meadow green, Giving the birds their drink, Luring each plant from out the ground, The dew-worm from his earthly mound, And flowing on to the swirling brink. Sweeping over the city streets, Leaving each roadside clean, A touch of fragrance from out the sky, Sent from the glorious One on High, From the azure blue to the fields of green. Page Twenty-one

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A Thunderstorm by HELEN LONG, X B COM. The clouds W e r e black and menacing. The wind was be- ginning to moan in the tall pines surrounding the lake. A sailboat III near the centre of the lake was being driven by wind and waves farther away from its landing. The wind became stronger and the waves bigger. Then-a flash of lightning and a tremendous crash of thunder, and down came the storm. Peal upon peal of thunder shook the earth and flashes of lightning seared the heav- ens. Though it was still early morning, it look- ed almost like dusk. Branches were torn from trees by the wind, which was now a howling gale. Far out across the sheet of turbulent water a speck could be identified as the over- turned sailboat. The rain became a white sheet blotting out even this blurred scene. Water ran in little rivers down the woodpath and formed little lakes in the hollows. Still the thunder crashed, as if the earth would be rent asunder. How long this kept up we had no idea, but the minutes crawled by like hours. Then the distant rumble of thunder and a soft, regular drip from the leaves proclaimed the passing of the storm. Canada by TED sn-IARP, nx H Canada stands for Freedom, And proud we are of it, We are all for Winston Churchill We're behind him every bit. Canada stands for Freedom, We will fight to the last stronghold, We will fight to the very last man, And we'll not be bribed by gold. Canada stands for Freedom, And stands for Democracy- And we will flatten all oppressors That strive to enslave the free. Page Twenty Moonlight Meditation by vAu.e1'rA BOLTON, ux A In the quiet winter evenings, When the fire has burned down low, I look out through the window Across the fields of snow. And a sort of wonder fills me, As I see the beauty there, Which drives away my Worries, And all my day-time care. For the kindly moon sheds silvery light On the rolling fields of snow, The forest stands all dark and still Within its splendid glow. Like fairy chimes sound sleigh bells, Across the cold air clearg And close upon their tinkling A fox's bark I hear. And this pure and shining beauty, Brings me lasting peace so deep, That magic world of midnight, When mortals are asleep. I Love You by MARY WAITE, XIII A AC. I love you with the freshness of my youth, Which, sparkling, scintillating, dew-distilled O'erflows in all my dreams. I love you with the fragrance of my soul, Close wrapp'd around to comfort you If dreary 1ife's way seems. I love you with the fervence of my life- A burning flame of constant loving warmth To guard you on your way. I love you as a bird might love the air, In breathless ecstacy and zest of life When winging through the blue. I love you as the children love a star On which to wish, and in excitement wait For wishes to come true. I love you as a mother loves her babe, In tenderness-a giving, hoping love. I love you as I pray.

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The Lament of the German Airforce by STEWART BROWN, XI A AC. a J. 4-.,...gaf 1, Ve own der biggest airforce dot has ever sailed der sky, 955, ,.-. -lg ' Ve thought ve half der Hnest one, vot effer learned to fly, ggi-'Ei-1' ' A But ve haff made a sorry show in France and Britain, too. jj-f j i' ' So listen to this tale of woe vich ve will tell to you, ' L 2' RFS? A ,mv f vm menu! . ,Q.fZ:Efg:NJ5Cfp N Oh, ve the Cherman airmen of the Cherman airforce are, ei? -wf,, ,f -- ' If ve return from Britain safe, ve tank our lucky star, Q -.i I , - The Spitfires and the Hurricanes-dey blast us from der 1 5? I. - sky. K . X ' N id. .. g flf Goebbels says ve all come back it's shust another liej Ps . QF s l K , ' ' Ve try to bomb der British und der British bomb us too, Rx ' i:l ' 'L ll N 6 Our grounded planes are blown up 'bout every day or two, .,gf' 'f ig Our ammunition factories are blown all to bits, .ph-self, E5 For ven it comes to bombing raids, der British make der 1- ' ' .. 4. 5: ,gagw iyir , hlts' . -j 4.'-gaggfz, M6 Our anti-aircraft gunners, who couldn't hit barn-doors, Take pot-shots at der British and add little to their scores, F Our Messerschmitt defending plants await them day by day, . 3 1 dv But ven der R.A.F. comes through our pilots race away. Ve wish dot ve'd der navy joined, for ships are not shot down, The vorst that dey can do is sink, und all the sailors drown, Der British sink so many ships dot ve can understand That soon der navy von't exist, und ve'll be safe on land! A Day of an R.A.F. Pilot by WELDON FANNING, x B Ac. minutes. A Dornier dove into the channel while still another spiralled down with smoke pour- Our squadron is located somewhere on the east coast of England . There are nine pilots and the squadron commander, plus twelve mechanics. We are all from Canada except three of the mechs . One morning about 3.30 the alarm siren start- ed its ear-shattering howl. Our flight, two other pilots and myself, were resting in the ready- room. We grabbed our helmets, goggles and mitts, and sprinted for our planes. They were ready-warmed for occasions like this, so we jumped into the cockpits and were off. About five miles out in the channel we met them, four Dorniers and six Messerschmitts on an early morning raid. The odds were three to one but we knew our friends were not far be- hind, so we dove to the attack. In the first clash, one Messe-rschmitt went down and a Dornier gunner would never shoot again. One of the deadly Messerschmitts had a position on my tail but the rest of our mates joined the scrap and that plane joined its former comrade in the channel. There was quite a fuss for a few Pngr' Tll'!'Ilfjj-fIl'0 ing from its port engine. . The sad part of the affair was that we had lost one of our men. He had attacked a Dornier whose rear gunner had a straight aim. As the score for this battle was four to one for us, the Germans decided to postpone their trip and head for home. We did not give chase but re- turned to our field where we turned in 'till noon. In the afternoon we received orders to ac- company a fiight of bombers into Germany. We busied ourselves till dark, making preparations. We took off about seven o'clock and dew to meet the bombers over the channel. After a one hour flight we reached our objec- tive, a factory in northwestern Germany. We had a pleasant reception from Mr, Archie , who did little damage but made a lot of noise. To top that off a few Messerschmitts came up to finish the welcome. One of the bombers was shot down into the factory where it exploded