Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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THE VOYAGEUR his white face like two twin coals of dark water, seen from the air. His hair was grey, thinned a bit at the temples. Nemesis lounged in a chair, reading an Edgar Walla'ce novel. His room was small, cozy and seemed to contrast vividly with the air of fatalism and despondency that was evi- dent in the man's face. At one end of this room was a small door, guarded by the notice, uDo Not Enter. This was Nemesis' sanctum, an inner room in which he plied his trade, for, he was a tradesman, of a sort. He glanced at the clock, muttered to himself, and lit a cigarette. Ten to eight. Ten minutes more, then Nemesis could go to sleep. The little manfs thoughts wandered to the prospect of the job to be done. lt would be easy, this time. He wouldnft mind his calling if all his projects were as clear as this one was. The hands moved inexorably to eight. At five minutes before the hour, Nemesis moved slowly towards the door. Casting a look about him as he passed through, he wondered how long he had been doing this. Nine years, next month, was the score of his time spent in this small place. He moved to a switch set in the wall, a massive brass and copper mechanism that sent thousands of amperes singing through the thick copper cables under the fioor. His wrist-watch indicated eight o'clock. He flung the switch and grasped a rheostat. Swinging it to the quarter mark, he closed it, then swiftly moved it over to full. The lights dimmed for a minute, 'then bright- ened, as the generators throbbed under the load. Ten seconds ticked off on the wall clock. He closed the rheostat, swung the switch off, and sat down. It always affected him this way. Too bad there had to be men who mur- dered others, for in the end he always got them. Great thing, these electric chairs! The Widd rin gton Award AST YEAR the staff of the school instituted a new award for the boys who, in their opinion, gave the most unselfish contribution to school life. Mr. G. N. T. Widdrington, upon leaving the school, offered to donate a plaque so as to make the award more permanent. This year at the Athletic Dinner the beautiful plaque was unveiled and the four winners of the award were congratulated by lVlr. Widd1'ington. This year's winners were John Hall, Van Laughton, John Cooper and Ed. Creed. 29

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THE VOYAGEUR LITERARY .. John Buchan by PETE SCHOPFLOCHER OHN BUCHAN was born in 1876 in Perth of a Scotch border-family. He went to Oxford where he took up law and writing in his spare time. He served in the Boer war and on his return he opened a practice in law. From 1914 to 1917 he was a war correspondent at the front and when he was recalled because of ill health he was made minister of information. Soon he became interested in publishing and he was affiliated with the house of HThos. Nelson 81 Sonsw who published his books which he still wrote as a sideline. He was very interested in ancient, medieval and modern history and he wrote many books on these subjects. The best known one is his history of the Great War. ln the 20's he was a member of British parlia- ment and then for a time he was head of the Presbyterian church of Scot- land. His hobbies still were writing and different sports and he was a very good sportsman. ln 1935 he was appointed Governor-General of Canada and chose the title uBaron Tweedsmuir of Elsfieldfi ln his 5 year term he was prob- ably the most beloved Governor-General of Canada to date and he was also a very able executive. He had so endeared himself to the Canadian people that it was a great shock when he died in February, 1911-0 after a week's illness. As a writer John Buchanls name will live on forever in the memory of his readers through such works as Wfhe Four Adventures of Richard Han- nayi' and wllhe Path of the Kingfl As a Governor-General of Canada his name will long remain in the memory of the Canadian people. Nemesis by JACK BARTER NEMESIS WAS A SMALL MAN, as far as stature went. He stood a mere five feet three inches high, was of slight build, calm looking, and, in spite of his size, carried himself with a look of dignity that was unmistakable as being that of a man with power. For, Nemesis had power-a great deal, as a matter of fact. His face was oval, thin, and his eyes shone out of 28

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THE VOYAGEUR Spring Fever by JACK BART1-:R There always seems to come to me When buds break out upon the tree, A kind of restless, longing pain That April sometimes soothes with rain. When the earth once more is green And raindrops, with their brushes, clean Black dirt from elms and maple trees, Who cradle new life on their knees. The pine trees too are freshened by The gentle offerings of the sky, Their green cones mutter all around That life anew her trumpets sound. Up in the sky the birds return With happy notes, new songs they learn, While in the field the patient dog Stalks frightened gopher in a log. When sap is running, snow has gone, When all our future seems to dawn Before our ever-wond'ring eyes, At spring, our nature's Paradise. The Secretarial Stay?--long unsung. Miss V Thompson, Miss M. Richardson, Mrs. E. F. Streeter 30