Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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28 THE VOTAGEUK the high-road and Willie the low, the two part company. Words of apprecif ation stain the ether as Willie overthanks him. Willie's next lift is with a plumber. As the car ambles along at random Will's plumber friend thumbs his Hles to show Will how the price of lead piping has advanced during the past month. Recaptured, the auto-which sounds like a CIO. job-Carburetor In Opposition-turns off the lowfway at Stop Nine. A mechanic is the third person to aid Our Hero. This gentleman has not met Ripley, Believe It Or Not. He tells Will, pointing to the towers of C.F.R.B., I worked on those towers. See the one nearest the road. Well I fell forty feet from that one and rolled twenty feet down the side of that muddy hill without even breaking any epidermusf' Will knows enough not to wave a red flag at a Bull and he takes it all in with chagrin. The gentle' man mechanic halts in a village explaining to Will that he ran off without his dinner. Will is extended an invitation to join him in a healthy repast but modest Willie insists that he must be on his way. He hitches his belt and then a ride. This time it is a green sport roadster hauling a sailboat that pulls up beside Our Will. Will rubs his eyes as the amphibian approaches, to make sure he isn't dreaming. When everything is shipshape the conversation trails to the tender. Schooner or later Our Will will become a marine authority and his crowsfnest will be a port for seaffleas. This is not sufficiently danger' ous enough to demand that Will be stowed away at the doc's for quaranf tine. The great divide booms ahead and once again Willyam must weigh anchor. Mrs. Pickusups are rare but Willie looks perfectly harmless. Neverthef less his benefaetress regards him with scrutinizing eyes as he seats himself fl'Im.w' turn In Illlfll' 901 Rhinoceros on Toast . . . . I'Iere's to the rhinoeerous Whose size is preposlrrous Although a monstrosity He shows generosity Selling his skin at a loss for us. The elephant swings from tree to tree Carrying his heavy trunk, I'Ie's wearing my clean pink lingerie. Tusk, tusk, I must be drunk,

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THE VOTAGEUR 27 a HUMOUR Q The lliEl3ll ill llitdh-llikill by CHARLES T. KING COLLEGE LIFE is kept interesting by the occasional occurrence of the week' end leave. The average inmate in anticipation of this extrafcurricular activity preserves himself in the best of spirits during the monotonous academic lull which is generally regarded as an intermission, a period in which to catch up on lost sleep. When confronted with a weekfend The Studentfghis mother thinks he is-is never at a loss to know what to do. If he is not aware of the general proceedings there are old hands about the place who are ever ready to set the example. A little filthy lucre-just in caseeis The Students'- if his mother still thinks he is-chief requirement. For this meagre necessity 0ur Bill glances at his pocketfmoney account. Either out of embarrass' ment or a degree of consideration for his father's well earned money Willyam retires to the curb and signifies his distress to the passing motorist. He stands on the curb because the law says he cannot stand on the road. He can of course but he may not. What a handsome figure Willyam cuts as he poses there, slicked to make a kill. He wears out a smile, if he still knows how, and holds out an arm at the end of which the primary digit gesticulates violently. The exhaust from the tenth car leaves Willie exhausted but not for long. To be sure, those first ten cars mistook our hero for a road sign. With Parcian persistency he semaphores still another caravan. Mr. Pickusup is alone and Willyam is apparently alone-Fido is doped and gagged in the valise which accompanies Will on such expeditions. Some road maps, banana peels and orange skins, and the Daily Bugle are tossed holusfbolus into the back seat as Willie solves the combination of the door handle. Will's benefactor makes an opening bid which is lost in the muffler which is lost. Will shakes his head. Mr. Pickusup leans over. Will perks his ears in rabbit fashion. Mr. Pickusup spouts for the third time, The ex- haust makes a lot of noise doesn't it? Will nods in assent. In an attempt to create conversation Will asks Mr. Pickusup if he knows when the new speed law comes into effect. On the 24th I believe, comes the uncertain reply. Mr. Pickusup is of the opinion that his rider has flung a hint. I never go much over fortyffive as the steering wheel is loose and above that speed I'm not too sure of her, says he. At that mo- ment Will notes that that limit has been reached. Then a moving moving van obstructs the front view as Pickie accelerates to Hfty, fiftyffive, sixty,- sold-just in time to let a car pass that was in a hurry to go the other way. Willie believes in signs and reads the name on the side of the van unaware how close he came to being the subject of an autopsy. The road goes off in three directions and since Mr. Pickusup is taking

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Il 'THE VOTAGEUR Reflections .... Gut of the mists nf the iiewlmrii day, Comes the fragrant seent uf the fresh ninwn hay, As I wander der the fertile lands Sn well laid out hy determined hands. I think on the years that have nnw passed hy, Of the years of toil wherein memories lie, And I say to myself was it worth the while To work sn hard just tn make my pile, I think on the years that are yet in store And as I look ahead my spirits soar, Whitt mnre can I ask than a well stcmek'd home, And a ehanee to make grind on the friendly loam. Run Nluwre