Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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lite ary .gf II O MICHAEL MoUNTJov J' , I if -sis 'Iv ' -. ,A .J ws ixJ,V1.Li' I :yj-4 01 fn vu .-M uf-, Iv-iv f , . 1' 5 Aw , Is, A1541 7--,bg ,ff . LNl,Yl',ly-fxrf 'f . N ,1,-fab.:-.-,.,d:,r, x g7Tl':.1'f'.: vi MICHAEL BIUYNTJUY I,llIl.f'llfUl ll .lIes.s4lg1f T IS FITTING THAT THIS SIce'I'Iox should he dedieated to Miehael Mountjov, some of wh-ose work enhances it. He was a lad ot' wide almilities and great promise. His was a sineere humanity and a vivid idealism. He died in the lN'U'lllIlillU' ot' his manhood, the first maturing- ot' his talents, the early hroadening- ot' his toler- anee. To those who knew him, his death was a shoek beyond expression. Now all must remain in question. But, it' the new years ean luring no word of him, the -old years tell their tale, and reeolleetions are vivid. We must give it in reeord that we had him here, that in his unsettled and unsettling' adoleseenee -the adoleseeuee of a brilliant and sensitive luoy-we, too, learned mueh. As a boy, he was little of the saint and very mueh ot' everything' else. Ile made many demands, and he gave mueh in return, hut, greatest ot' all, to this enm- muuity he gave the promise whieh his later development implied. I'iIifft'Pll

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a :va rlls 1+1.x1zI,i', 'rms c:RA1mI',x'1'INu vmss mletermine hy vote, the student, among them who is must relwesentatiw -of the aims and itleals ot' Piekerihg fltmllege. The winner reveives the Sm-l1tml's most valuable zlwzml, the fii2ll'l'Zlli, Fame. This year tht- sc-lmul vmig'1'z1t11lz1tes The l'r1y1r1g1'1l1 s eflitmg 1xl2lSl2llI' Mac-clmmlmel. For uutstzmtliug' emitrihutimis rluring' the school year, we also extend eon- 5l'l'2illll2lil0llS to Alzistaii' lilac-mlumilml, l+lfl SlOllllt'llSOIl :mtl Bill Huck for obtaining the NYicltl1'il1g't4ni Awzml. 1 AI, XST XTR M Xf'l30NAl.lD En Siryiimsow l,ll'li0l'lIlg S vosnmlmlitzui strueture was eretlitefl when Holm King l'I'0IH Bei'- Illlltlil ret-eivetl the lingers Awzml for hest l'0Pl'OSOllllll2' :mtl piwietisiiig' the Selnml Mule in l ii'tl1 llouse. Bois KING

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Now all must remain in question, but there is a story which cann-ot help but have its point for those of us who taught him. An old and famous professor was asked why for years he had made it a practice to bow humbly before each class before he began his lecture. Because, he replied, almost of a certainly there is someone seated before me who is greater than I . ln final and respectful dedication the following lines are offered. They are taken from a last letter of Mike's to one of his friends at the school: I am just beginning to feel that New York is my home. I walk her streets and ride her subways. Her people in their millions are shoddy, but each is, in himself, a man. ller people are what we arrogantly call the 'little peoplef Well, I have found warmth among them and, for myself, ambition. Their Work is my work from here in, and they are my people. until lljll lhlICHAEI,ll'lOllNT'JOY wo iivsnmfin iviniicls SOVTII ot' the American border, where the finger of Punta Baja thrusts out into the Pacific, the coast of Lower California drops suddenly and steeply down to where the rocks are red and wet, and the long combers that roll four thousand miles across the blue Pacific smash in columns of white and subside in puddles of bubbly foam and froth among the rocks. And all along that desolate and barren coast, the only sounds are the eeaseless rush of the wind and the crash ot' the surf and the cries of the effortless White gulls endlessly cruising the air currents thrown up from the backs of the cresting' waves and the high wind-scoured rocks. Sometimes a little desert fox comes and stands with wind-whipped tail and quivering nose, and regards the alien blue horizon, or trots along a sliver of sand among the rocks, ninibly avoiding the rush and spent backwash of the sea. A moment after he passes, the sea destroys his delicate footprints. And under the sea in a green halt-light world, ten thousand creatures lead fierce and unthinking lives among the pinnacles and chasms of the creamy coral, and the unending motion of the sea makes the sea jungle, the beds of purple and red sponge and the cozy inky kelp oscillate for ever and without rest. llere live the squid and sea bass and grouper, and an occasional venture- some chalk-bellied shark, turning in the shafts of ocean-filtered sunlight, sends them darting. Sometimes the fog rolls in and binds the whole coast in gray and stills the beat ol' the surl' and the tolling ot' the black bell buoy moored oft' the point. Si x lf'f'lI