Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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THE VOYACEUR He slumped into a chair, and sat, looking out at the milling people, striding towards their work, or wandering aimlessly through the streets. In the early morning light, the hard lines of his face softened, and a look of intense relief spread over his face. -JACK ATKIN THE END A MAN ONCE SAID: uAll things must have an end. In earthly terms, he may have been right, but in the true sense, he was very wrong. There is no such thing as time or space, or the measurement of either. Everything is infinity. One could start in any direction out into space and go on forever. The measurement of an inch is the same as that of many millions of miles, in relation to the whole, and one second is the same as a billion years. Yet we, here on earth, with our feeble intellects, must think of everything in terms of beginnings and ends, being unable to appreciate the idea of infinity. A journey must have its end, yes, but this is only a part of the journey of life, which has no end. What about death? Death is really only a point in the eternal journey of life. When one thinks of these things, one realizes that when we die, our souls cannot possibly become non-existent. What is the world, what is the universe, but something which is seen out of our own eyes? If we just faded out of existence, the universe would do the same. Perhaps we are reincarnated, perhaps we go to a heaven somewhere in infinity. To me it seems most logical that we are reincarnated, again and again, until we are ready for our departure to Paradise. If there is a hell, it is earth itself. It is a well known scientific fact that matter and energy may change their form, but can neither be created, nor destroyed. This, in itself, proves that all that is present in the universe, always has been here. and always shall be, in some form or another. Surely, it can be no different with our souls. - People have always wondered how life began. The answer is the same as the answer to questions concerning matter and energy. Life always was. Life is God. God is Life. There has always been a God and there has al- ways been Life. The spark of life is the God in us. In all forms of life, there is beauty, therefore God is Beauty and Beauty is God. It is the Cod in us that enables us to create and appreciate good Music, Art and Litera- ture, that gives us our own peculiar talents each one for its own purpose. It then stands to reason that God is Infinity and that Infinity is God, for Life and Beauty are part of Infinity. Thus there is no beginning and no end, all is infinity. In this infinity is Cod, the Omnipotent, the All-Beautiful . . . Life itself. --EDWARD BoND 30

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THE VOYACEUR GSFATE INTEIQCEDTSM UST AT THE STROKE of midnight a shot rang out from an empty ware- house along the waterfront, at the foot of Morgue Ave. As the dis- mal wail of a foghorn pierced the quiet of the night, a man peered cautiously out of the doorway and then darted swiftly down the street into the shadows. No one, however, was immediately aware of these happen- ings. The shot remained unheard, the man escaped unnoticed, and the ominous wail which seemed to forbode disaster affected no one. At daybreak, in another section of Boston far removed from the dirty dreary area of the mysterious occurrence, a man, absorbed in writing a letter, was seated at his desk. His moving pen spelled out the words: My darling wife. I can find no other solution to my problem. Your loyalty throughout the trial in face of the evidence against me has been my only inspiration to go on. Tomorrow the jury will pronounce a verdict of guilty of grand larceny. Mr. Ross has planned every detail of his scheme to throw the guilt of his embezzlement on me. Even my lawyer says that now there is no possible method of escaping a life sentence. My mind is chaotic, but in spite of this I know there are two things I must do. First, I must kill Mr. Ross. I know this is wrong, but my soul demands revenge. Secondly, I must then take my own life. You will think I am wrong, but I would rather have it this way than have you so humiliated by having a convict for a husband. Because I am a coward I cannot face the thought of never again being free, talking to you only through bars, and being shut up with men who have actually committed crimes. You do not know how worried I am that this disgrace had to mar your life. Good- bye my darlingl - Your loving husband, I fohn After he had signed this letter, his head dropped on his arms and his body was rent by sobs. Just then through the open window, he heard a newsboy calling, uRead all about it. The eminent Mr. Ross of the I. F. Datton Jewelry Company, commits suicideln Stunned, the man rose, went to the window, called the boy, and bought a paper. He quickly scanned the column. Yes, there it was: uMr. J. A. Ross was found dead this morning by a milk man, who had forced his way into the house after hearing the shot. In the confession which Mr. Ross left, he admitted killing a man, who had made an appointment with him in an empty warehouse, and then had tried to blackmail him, by producing evidence that it had been he, not John Workman, who had embezzled the money. Ross, when confronted with this evidence had killed the man in anger and later had killed himself, knowing that an accomplice of the criminal would reveal the facts. He ad- mitted embezzling the money, and scheming so that it had appeared that his business associate, John Workman was guilty. In face of this, the jury has dropped the case of John Workman. This last phrase stood out on the page, c'The jury has dropped the case of John Workman. 29

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THE VOYACEUR A CLEAIQEIQ IN AIBSENCE Chapel address by- Mold boyi' fohn Meisel, March 4, 1945. NE SUNDAY EVENING, some two years ago, I was sitting on a chair somewhere on the right side of this hall, and lVIr. Beer was standing where I am now. In his address, he pointed out that each of us had three loyalties that we carried with us all our lives:- Loyalty to ourselves, Loyalty to our family, Loyalty to our community, which, in this case is our school. It is about this last loyalty that I wish to speak to you. Whenever we are loyal to a friend we believe in the ideas for which he stands. We think that he is worthy of our following and of our support. The same is true of an institution. Tonight I will tell you why I think that Pickering is worthy of my loyalty. In so doing I would ask of you to bear in mind that I left the school only a few months ago, and that in many ways I still am one of you. I have- been away long enough, however, to have a picture of Pickering that is clearer than the one I had when I was here last year, to the extent that it is in a somewhat more distant per- spective. You have probably noticed that in the Chapel Sheet my address has the title:-CLEARER IN ABSENCE. These words are from the quotation from the Assyrian poet, Kahlil Gibran, given below: 'Tor that which you love most may be clearer in absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plainfi Come with me into the plain-and let us look to the mountain, for all of us are climbers on its perilous slopes. When I am in Toronto, and sit back at times to think of Pickering, it is not so much the building and its inhabitants that come to my mind, as certain ideals that are preached and, above all, practised here. Of course I think of my friends, and the experiences I had here, but I realize that all that is transitory. People and things come and go, they can be blasted from the surface of the earth in no time at all these days, but ideas and ideals remain. The better the idea, the more universally it is accepted. The closer it comes to truth, the more generally it is recognized. The philosophy of Pickering is really a very simple one. It is based on certain fundamentals common to all men, whether they be Canadians, Englishmen, Americans, Zulus, Hottentots or Czechs. These fundamentals are concerned with the happiness, both spiritual and material, of every man on Godis earth. Man wants to be free, he wants to live the sort of life he likes, undis- turbed by the dictates of another man. I'Ie wants to live in a happy com- panionship with his fellow-men. 31