Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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prelude HE EVENING sky rolls and tumblesg great dark clouds, like mushrooms of sooty smoke, billow up into the heavens. The barometer needle has drop- ped below the card. The hills on the north are cloaked in a watery grey opal- escence, and the line of woods marches toward my window like squadrons of rumbling iron tanks, throwing up clouds of dust into the heavy, humid air. Even the window frame seems shrouded with a film of grey. The mood of nature has entered the room in which we sit. The lamps have become pale and are beginning to flicker. The smoke from our cigarette lies in wavering blankets around our heads. The very colour seems to pass from our faces. YVe are all afraid and sick at heart. We no longer have any faithh in anyone, in anything. In the far corner of the room, on my room-mate's bed, Alec lies sullenly. His feet drawn up so that his head rests on his knee, his whole body, face, hands, and form show the strugggle to understand what strains his mind, and hurts his heart. Propped moodily against the wall beside him is Lou Thompson. He is younger than the rest, and does not understand the depths of our con- cern. He could not understand. To him the future will be but repetition of the vague past. His mind holds no memories of horror. By my side, Ian Lewis lies on the bed, not knowing whether to talk or let our dead silence go un- broken. He has grasped the full significance of the past hour. His mind runs ahead in time and he is striving for escape from a hell, man-made, which he cannot avoid foreseeing. We are all young. Our lives have been pleasant and carefree. Now we must become men. Our futures will inevitably be conglomerates of brutality, horror and destruction. At tive-twenty this afternoon, the United Nations followed Russia's with- drawal by declaring total war. The sky is black. No moon rises. DUNeAN CAMERON dawn The piercing ery of some bird tells the dawn. The wtrithing mist-shape phantonis that adorn The sleeping trees and waters, bow to morn, And sinh: back into drowsy Eafrth.'s green lawn. Hail day, and touch me with thy fire. 0 sun, our planet Earthls relol sire. Awake, O pine and be my lyre. New clay you fill me with desire. Sixteen

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lite ary There are few ivory towers left to- day, and only a hermit can clisregalrcl the advantages of using language well. Lea1'nin,g to express oneself is a fzmcla- mental of eclueatiofn, the mark of an educated man, and a necessity of busi- ness. I' ijtverc

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spring PRING. is when a little boy 's gambling instincts turn to marblesg an adoles- eent's energy turns to baseball and track, and when ai young man 's fancy turns to thoughts of love. To the farmer spring announces the approaching of a busy summer period, a11d that it is time to get his farm implements out and give them a thorough check-up. The housewife greets spring with the mop, broom, and dust rag. Spring certainly is felt -onee it has landed. You can see it, in all its magnificence, protruding from the faees of the young and old alike. One ol' the most enlightening sights of this season is the young mother who has had a baby in the winter months, and in the first warm spring day she has a ehanee to give the baby its first outing, gaining approvals and compliments from friends 'ind neighbours. 4 n Spring comes with the going of winter and its white blanket. Consequently, nature green grass and pastures are revealed, and once again we have promise that we will soon enjoy our good times at the beaches, our Sunday strolls through the woods, and the many other little big things which are so essential for happiness in everyones existence. A. SNIDER. distant haze And if I raise ing tired eyes The far blue distance shall begnile Ally thoughts to what just over lies Those distant mountains mile on mile And span the shining plain I will And rliinb a cool far nmnfntain pealf And look ana' looh' anal tahe my fill Of' distant beauty that I .seelf With haze of distance all around I can be free, to think, to see The beauty there is to be found And know it has been brought to ine. ALASTAIR Maonoxsnn. Seventeen