Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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It might be easier to get a ride at the gas station, so he stayed there. The truck was still parked on the shoulder of the highway and Hugh could see the driver's feet propped up at the open window of the cab. One car was at the gas pumps. There looked to be about six kids in the back seat. Not much chance for a ride. If Hugh was a truck driver he'd give a guy a lift and let the company go fly a kite. He kicked a pebble across the asphalt highway and walked out to the centre to see what was coming. There was a car about two miles down the road. It turned out to he a 1938 Ford with a. home-made two-wheeled trailer dragging along behind. There were three 100-lb. bags of chicken feed in the trailer. The driver wore Big B brand overalls and a dust- colored fedora. Hugh was about to give the farmer a dirty look for passing him up when he noticed the driver was pointing to the farm house where he eventually turned in. Hugh kicked another pebble across the road and again walked out to the centre. Nothing was coming. He followed the narrow streams of soft tar about 100 yards toward the farmhouse and then came back. The car with the six kids in it pulled away. Hugh went over to the mechanic. Much traffic these days? Not too heavyf, Never seems to be very heavy about this time of day though, does it? Oh, just not many people on the road today. Goin' to Montrealtlm Yeah, hope to. Vfhy don it you ask the driver over there for a lift T? IK KK li ll Already did. They dou't pick up riders. CA I guess the insurance companies won't let 'emf' XVith that the mechanic went around to the back of the station and started tinkering with a motorcycle. Hugh went in for another coke. He shoved a nickel into the juke box and pressed down a chromium lever. The truck outside started up. It roared. whined and slowly lumbered off' the shoulder on to the highway. Two cars went past. Hugh drank the coke but didn 't wait to hear the rest of Doin' Vfhat Comes Naturally . He couldn't afford to miss a ride. Two more cars and a small blue truck passed by without picking him up. Then a car stopped. It was a new Chrysler with a Connecticut license plate. The driver was listening to a ball game. Hop in, son. NVhat's your name? Hugh Dennison. Thanks for stopping. I've had quite a time getting a ride. How far are you going? I hope to be in Montreal about midnight. That is, if the roads in Quebec aren 't any worse than this. You a ball fan '? If the Yankees win this game they're a sure thing for the pennant . . . The big Chrysler passed the farm house, passed the small blue truck, passed the cars that had passed Hugh and it passed the trailer truck. Hugh gave the driver a long, superior look. Jeez, he was glad he didn 't get a ride in the damn truck. JACK Rurnnaroao. Twenty-one

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the first day of school HERE IS AN INTANGIBLE QUALITY in the opening day of school which makes it distinct from any of the other highlights of the school year. It is, of course, a day of Erst impressions for the thirty odd new boys who enter the school this year but even for a student who may be returning to the t'ollege for the fifth or sixth year, there are images and scenes which become a part of Pickering, the picture which he will remember long after he has broken away from the student life. This fall on the 15th of September, we returned to the college in the same way, saying the same things, and asking ourselves the same questions about the c-oming year as our predecessors have done since 1927. The school was busy, and despite the lists and schedule and plans stuffed in the pockets of an apparently rejuvenated staff, well briefed for the operation, everything seemed totally confused. New students stood back and gawked, just plain gawked at everything. Masters tried very hard to play the parts of slationmaster, baggage clerk, host, old friend and Mr. f'hips all at the same time. Uld boys returning avoided con- scription as red-caps by bulling on the corridors about their fantastic summer experiences. Everybody was busy doing nothing and everything was being done. The circular drive was stuffed with cars and parents and on the steps stood Mr. Stewart watching the comings and goings, while his mental list showed the progress of the day. There were trunks and tennis rackets, suit-cases and dunnage-bags. ski-poles and rugby helmets all over everything and in the middle, Bob McClure, who looked as though he carried the weight ot' the world upon his shoulders and wouldn't have been happy with an ounce less. l'p and down the front. walk the Headmaster ran from parent to parent promising, blessing, assur- ing and confirming in a magnificent attempt to separate father and son, sister and brother, that he might see what was his for the coming year and make an approximation with three-figure accuracy. Returning students were wandering over every inch of the School plant. condemning a change in the colour of a room or approving the selection of a new faucet in the corridor washroom. Although no change could have escaped their notice several changes commanded their attention. The outside of the School had been completely repainted, and it gave the main building that well scrubbed look that means a new start and new opportunities. Between the gym and the new building to the rear of the connecting corridor, there were two common rooms for staff and students. They replaced the use of the headmasters residence and represented t-o us the encouraging interest in the material aspects of the College which had been reborn with the formation of the Old Boys' Association last. year. Twenty-three