Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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breaking over the reefs 200 or so yards off shore, then the smaller waves come in and break on the beach. Through the years the sea has carried portions of the coral rocks leaving grotesque shape and forms for the photographer. For more lively pictures he can photograph the spray and foam from the breakers dashing against these rocks. Of course we went swimming in the ocean the next morning as it was too late that night. It was funny . . . we both jumped right in taking big mouthfuls of water with the intentions of making like fountains. The inten- tions were short-lived. The ugly taste of the brine made us spit out the water and make wry faces at one another. I admit I thought the water was terrible at first but later I began to look forward to a dip in the salt-water. Although Bermuda is a British colony and most of the dress is casual, there still is a very just right appearance to each prominent citizen and inhabitant. When you leave for work in the morning you will probably be wearing gaberdine shorts. a white shirt, and a sports jacket. It is unlawful to wear a bathing suit on the streets or main roads so everyone wears loud shorts. The thing which impressed me most, next to the island itself, was the free and easy-going attitude of the people. If a thing isn 't done to-day well maybe it can be done to-morrow, but what 's the use of running around in a, Rat-race and killing yourself. - Well I could go on forever describing the place, but I think I can sum it up by saying, Why did I ever come home? NVhy don't you go down there and then you'll see what I mean. The place grows on you, believe me!!! a crowded bus -Peter Green GROPED Fon THE RAILING. As my hand closed around it I pulled myself upward, squeezing between two people trying vainly to get on. The lnomentum of the crowd pushed me toward the ticket-box. I fumbled in my pocket for the ticket, dropped it in, and moved on. I reached for the over- head railing, settling myself for the dreaded ride on the crowded bus. Directly in front of me was a placard advertising women's hosiery. The picture was of a young girl, scantily clad, pulling on a nylon stocking. Printed beneath the figure was: For XVomen of Distinction, flhoose Lady Beth's Hosieryu. The fat, slovenly, solemn-faced woman sitting before me turned her Twenty-three

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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

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head to the window. Then she quickly gathered her belongings, staggered to her feet, and walked past me to the exit door. I immediately sank into the seat with a feeling of relief, and allowed my eyes to wander across the faces of the people within my vision. The man seated next to me was middle-aged, dapper in dress, and quite nervous. He was completely absorbed in the paper which he was read- ing. The rather attractive young girl opposite me probably worked in an office. She was dressed in nylons, red high-heeled shoes, and ausomewhat tight-fitting dark blue suit. I had proceeded to undress her mentally when the conductors tired belligerent voice yelled out the next stop. My thoughts were shattered: I continued my survey of the people. There were short ones, fat ones, tall ones and ugly ones. None of them impressed me except one. He sat in a pensive mood, shoulders slumped, his hand stretched across his forehead as though to shield his eyes. He looked haggard, overworked, I felt somehow that even now he was worrying about some problem in the future. He was a useless worrier. The bus clanged to a stop. A storm of people rushed on, re-filling the gaps left by the people descending to the street. A car's horn honked, tires scrceched, then cars raced by the window as the light turned green. The bus clanged a warning to a straggling car as we lurched forward. l watched a small boy cling fearfully to his mothers coat as people brushed by him, Then I arose, straightened my coat, and proceeded to push and shove my way to the exit door. The reek of alcohol from a derelict 'S breath reached me as l descended the steps. The cold fresh air came as a welcome when I reached the street. HA LCYON -John Luck The sea and the sky were blended- An island peak, in the haze, suspendedg Nature showed what she could do -Still her most powerful forces, Hold them abated, strangely still, As we clove nearer through the silent deep, Until, hours later, still becalmed, The island, grown in splendour, Broke forth in natural color. Green and grey-purple of palms and shadowed heights Rising in grandeur from the blue-flashing-orange, And the sun set on our bow, Pale stars, and shadows behind. Twenty-four