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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

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The lntruders by JACK THOMPSON, xu A Ac. On the edge of the lake a camp-fire Hickered fitfully, then died down to a bed of dully glow- ing coals. Its last few rays of light barely out- lined the blanketed forms of two slumbering canoeists who had been lulled to sleep by the lapping of the waves on the beach and the rustling of the night breezes through the poplar leaves. The fire finally gave up its last spark and settled into a heap of Warm ashes. Then a thin silver crescent appeared over the tops of the trees, as the moon rose to join the myriads of stars. A narrow beam of light stole across the water gradually widening into a silvery path on the still surface of the lake. The borders of the dark forest were also touched with the silver light and the moon began its travels through the star-studded heavens. With a faint rustling a chipmunk scampered across the beach, stopped near the dead fire, sat up and curiously regarded the silent forms of the sleepers. He watched them closely for several minutes, then crept closer and again made a careful scrutiny. Finally deciding that they were harmless, he moved around and dis- covered a crumb of bread which he stored in his cheek pouch. While he was searching for more plunder one of the sleepers rolled over and immediately the chipmunk raced for his burrow between the roots of a tree, from which place he watched and waited for several minutes. He finally decided that it was not worth the risk to go near these strange crea- tures again, and scampered off into the woods. No sooner had he made his exit from the scene in one direction, than another stranger appeared from the opposite direction. Walking proudly with brush held high, the red fox pro- ceeded slowly along the shore looking for an unwary squirrel which might be running about the beach. He stopped to quench his thirst, then tested the breeze with his sensitive nose. Sud- denly he stiffened as he caught an odour which he had smelt once long before. His haughty bearing immediately left him, he remembered the day when a thunderous roar had crashed forth from some nearby bushes and his right leg had dragged loosely behind him. The hunt- ers had tracked him all day with dogs. Finally, after he had eluded his pursuers, he had spent weeks nursing his leg back to health, weeks when he had been too sore to catch even a mouse but had to subsist upon a few roots and an occasional dead fish. He trembled as he thought of it and turning tail, he fied into the forest to leave that dreaded man-smell behind. From far out on the lake came the eerie, long- drawn call of a loon. A desolate, lonely sound, it filled the night air, then faded away, and silence once more reigned, a silence broken only by faint rustlings and scurryings among the leaves, suggesting that the wood-mice were at play. Then from the dark gloom of the woods, with a slight clinking of hoofs and rustling of bushes, a magnificent stag stepped forth, fol- lowed by two does. They moved gracefully to the water's edge, waded in a few feet and began to drink. The stag, raising his head, sniffed on the faint breeze the man-smell from the camp. He snorted and moved restlessly about near the does who had also raised their heads. Suddenly, at the camp, one of the sleepers stirred, half sat up, then lay back again without noticing the deer. At the first movement the stag had frozen! Standing silhouetted against the moonlit waters, his royal head raised to listen, he re- sembled a great bronze statue. Snorting, he bounded up on the shore followed by the two does, and disappeared into the gloom from whence he had come-a royal visitor indeed to that tiny camp, if the sleepers had but known it! Once again a loon called from the lake, not an eerie and desolate sound this time, but one full of mirth, as if laughing at these creatures who slept through the night while others were up and about. Dawn was close by and over the tops of the trees at the eastern end of the lake a streak of light was gradually broadening. A faint Hush of pink suffused the grey sky. Then a single golden ray pierced an opening between two tall pines, and touching the top of a ripple, trans- formed it into a sparkling diamond. Following the example of the first ray others came shoot- ing forth, all seemingly intent on chasing the rapidly rising mist from the surface of the lake. Then with a sudden burst of fiery splendour Page Twenty-four