Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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the moon was blue -ToNv DREXV HE YOUNG MAN WALKI-:D our of the Broadway show slowly and unsteadily as if in a trance. He walked down 43rd Street to Broadway and into the crowd. He paid no heed to the giant lights and signs, but kept his eyes peeled straight ahead, not looking at the people around him. Slowly he made his way up to 64th Street where he turned and entered a second-class hotel. He got the key at the desk and went up to room 228. He had been in New York a week, and to-morrow he was leaving for home-and later school. He did not want to go back to that little town, with its continuous routine day after day. The radio was on, and he switched the station to get some soft melancholy music. His suitcases were lying on the floor, and he began to throw dirty shirts into one of the compartments, with a rough movement he stopped and went over to the window and looked out. It was raining and he could see giant buildings through the mist. The lights from Broadway looked like planets from afar - red, green, blue, all colours. His mind began to wander, remembering the many bars and clubs he had been in. He thought of the play he had just seen. For some unknown reason he began to shiver. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lit one. The window was slightly open, and he sat down on the ledge. His thought started to wander again - he imagined he was the boy in the play and he had a girl whom he loved. There was a knock on the door and instantly his thoughts were shattered. It was the elevator boy with a letterg he opened it and read it, it was not important. He wandered over to the window once againg his throat became dry, its moistness seemed to move up into his eyes, making them glisten. His mind cleared and he remembered where he was. He felt like a small child in the midst of thousands of people. He felt lonely and cold as if nobody knew him or cared for him. The noise from the streets below seemed to verify these thoughts. He sat there for over an hour, looking out on to the sparkling city. He wished there was a girl beside him who could understand his feelings. Finally he got up and turned the radio off, The water was leaking through the window and splashing on the floor-he didn 't close it. Twenty-one

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tinuous pounding. Our single suction pump was all that kept us from the green depths of the ocean. On the navigators word that we were drifting towards a not-too-distant shore had added the much-needed fuel to our de- jeeted minds and weary bodies. NVithout Warning, a welcome new sound was added to the roaring of the wind and sea-the familiar echo of breakers, thrashing themselves to foam on ragged rocks. We were safe. We would live again. At least, some of us would now live to go to sea once more. For only the experienced know the dangers in- volved in landing under such conditions. But we knew that the storm had failed to kill, and the sea had delivered us again into the world of life. HURRY -Pe ter Wigston Wliat is good, what is bad, Why are there sane, why are there mad, Who makes the laws, who wrote the book, VVhy do we wonder, why do we look? What is love, and what is hate? NVhv must man seek out a mate? What is sorrow and what is pain? Why the clouds, and why the rain? A million questions are asked by me- Why am I man and not a tree ? Who gave me life? I want to know! I must find out before I go .,.. Twenty

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bermuda -NV M. S. ALGI-:R T was .xl,MosT 5:00 o'clock when we reached land. Bermuda . . . a tiny Island only 19 miles long, right in the middle of the Gulf stream, and 700 miles from New York. As we approached, one became aware of the colour of the water, Robins'-egg blue against the white coral-sand bottom. Even more prominent than this were the white roofs of every house and building on the entire island. As we passed over Hamilton's harbour, freighters, an ocean liner, and hundreds ot' small sailboats at anchor flashed pastg then over St. Georges the same sight prevailed. But we were still going straight out over the ocean again. XVasn't that place Bermuda? Just at this point the Steward came forward and informed us that due to heavy military air traffic we would be delayed for an hour. It seems that the US. Air Force likes Bermuda too. At last on the ground, one noticed the intensity of the sun. The heat was not as great as expected because of the water which cooled the atmos- phere surrounding us. The extreme humidity was one thing which stood out like a sore thumb, but by the time you left you were used to sleeping in damp sheets and donning damp clothes in the morning. It is a great place for nylon clothes which you can wash at night and put on in the morning as though they had been laundered and ironed, It just doesn't, work. After we had cleared Customs, we climbed in with our baggage and my Aunt drove us to the apartment. On the trip I was surprised at the colour of the houses. They ranged through all the colours of the rainbow. Here and there a red one, up here a green one, over there a blue one, but they all had white roofs. Another thing which caught my attention were the stone walls on both sides of the road. They averaged 3 to 4 feet in height and were broken only by gates and side roads or where some reckless driver had run into them. In the fields and front lawns on either side of the road were Paw-paw trees, banana trees, palm trees, oleander bushes and hybiscus bushes, and many other types of Tropical vegetation. The Bermudians think nothing of being able to walk to their hedge and pick their dessert right off the tree. Deserving particular mention are the fields of Easter lilies which are grown for the markets of North America. Every once in a while a tourist would pass on a Mobylette or a Velo- -Solex. These are two types of motorized bicycles which they can rent. Even though the speed limit is 20 mph they hardly ever adhere to the law. After we had gone along for a few miles we turned on to the South Shore road. It goes along the southern coast giving a sight-to-remember to anyone who might chance that way. All along this road one can see the big waves Twenty-two