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

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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

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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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with a terrific roar. As there was much confus- ion for a few minutes we could not tell who was getting the worst of the scrap. Finally the bombers were well on their way homeg so we left the Messerschmitts to their own devices, which was mostly chasing us. We met little opposition on the way home and had time to count our battle scars. Two more of our chaps had either been killed or captured, but the Germans, according to our fellows, were about six planes short. When we landed at our field everybody was dead tired, so we turned in till the next morn- ing when we could start all over again. A Night In England by CLIFFORD ROYDHOUSE, IX H It is about ten o'clock and the majority of people are in bed trying to get a good night's sleep. But about an hour later they are awak- ened by the wailing of air-raid sirens and the blowing of whistles by policemen and air-raid wardens. In about ten minutes nearly everyone is safely inside the air-raid shelters. The older people amuse themselves by playing cards, while the children read funnies, eat candies, and keep hoping that the all-clear signal will not go until after two o'clock the next morning. Because if this happens they know that they will not have to go to school the next day until one-thirty. All of a sudden the booming of anti-aircraft guns is heard and between the burst of gunfire can be heard the drone of aeroplane engines. Then it begins. Bombs thud all over the city, the barrage of gunfire becomes more and more intense, and fire trucks dash through the streets. But in all this noise and confusion there is no panic. After half-an-hour everything is quiet once more. But the raiders will be back again before long with the remainder of the bombs which they did not drop on cities further in- land. It is about three o'clock in the morning now, and some people are still awake listening for the drone of aeroplane engines which will tell them that the raiders are coming back. Without warning bombs begin to fall. Some who ventured out to see what was happening were killed instantly by splinters either from bombs or anti-aircraft guns. Not long after, the noise dies down as quickly as it started and the all-clear signal is sounded and everybody goes wearily back to their homes. But they do not go to bed at once. Most of them have a cup of tea to steady their nerves . The men who have to go to work do not get much sleep. But the women and child- ren stay in bed. After a while everybody is up and carrying on as usual. The children run errands or play games. In the afternoon they go to school, many of them perhaps wishing that there would be an air-raid so that they would be able to go home. - The Dictators by BOB SEYMOUR, X B IND. ARTS Hitler's pacing up and down, And tearing out his hair, Because his German air force Has vanished from the air. The pilots will not venture out, Because of British planes, Those roaring eagles of revenge, That guard the English lanes. ll Duce when he meets Der Feuhrer Tells of Italian gains, And boasts of how his troops advanced Backward across the plains. The Lighthouse by JOAN RAHMEI., Xl c Ac. Along a steep and narrow cliff, Where ocean waves dash high, A lighthouse stands among the rocks To guide the passers-by. It sheds a beam to far-off ships, To warn them of their plightg The safety of each man at sea Depends upon that light. 'Q-laid -Qifg K1 .2 KES, .rg 4:-If V55 I., Zftff il CV? .,,,., V. .. .,-,mqf .1 .M I . WJ 1 fvkw '.,'-fly' , , ' ,,,9,'1:H,'i -G 'L g,v. V, ',,. 1 'l7 q M f.: K 1 ffl .1 If V W ng , q3fv.H..!v, -i. ' 52? s..:::f-- .J r:-a-T'i?- ,..Te-g'?1i?g-'iiizi-:iq , i- .f-e: 2-zg,-L:b3:J -- :.Ee r2- I gf' lf . S' ' .- . I i -Z-L' ff' --f f ' ff. f 4 , --1- Q eff 72 -is N--f , ,, L? -... ' :'.v -'-'Aff-11. Yyw: ,..,1 ,--i 1- v-F111 ILE-, 4. 551- bij, . .Y --Elf, '33 jfj-Q .N 'Z ft x 4 I ' 52 'J 'l ,, i.v.1,In.,--. -mr., .5 'xl-f '1-.-sn, , 1: 5. 3766 ul- '-agp.. -J-- Blij X affff Mig2,.1f '-,Q . :-T: 3.7 V- :.ggg.,if. -a-fr .-1 i'f'l,Q,,JZ--w:L'1,LQQ5Ak 'wks :j.,.'-1 V 1 -aiafe-JJ., jcsgj,-.11 S-if fy I' ,3'.-if ,zt.'g3:Q:-A 15.1 r A 4 -.Pr-vwvis-Bai.-f-., V. 4 .. ,4 ff ' 31,41-A35-' ' if we HL' J.-lvfi. i. 1 ' 1. ,if f, NM i 1 L. fi U-'f:f1 -,lm K . i 7 I ,ls 1 :iQ JLKQX xg I a I 1' 1 . X ily! 'I f:Jitl,,'ilYXNl 'I L uf! I A wth W , f Y 1 1, f, u ., .. - - I ' ' 1. 143'-5Z,.-'Q . I.- :HM Page Twenty-three