Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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park at evening -Don Baker HE YEAR My FATHER, MOTHER, and I were driving to Nova Scotia, to my mother's home in Sherbrooke, we passed through Moncton, in New Bruns- wick. As we were approaching Moncton, we saw the Peticodiac River which runs through the city. The river was almost empty of water. There was a small stream of water winding its way through the crevices in the drying expanse of muck on the river bottom. NVe went on to Moncton and found a pretty little park where we could eat the picnic supper that mother had prepared that morning. The setting sun added to the colour of the flowers, trees and deep green grass that made the place look like an Eden. At one side of the park was an open space looking out on the drab Peticodiac River, and in the middle of this clearing was a gaily coloured look-out hut. It was almost dark as we finished our supper. XVe walked around the park admiring it, and paused at the little hut. Then I heard it-a low grumbling sound in the distance that sounded like a train approaching the nearby station. The noise grew louder as the seconds ticked by. For about a minute it kept increasing. I stood transfixed as if my muscles had frozen. A million thoughts ran through my head. NVas it an earthquake? or an atom-bomb blast? the world coming to an end? what? Then my eyes turned in horror: far down the river-bed I could see a glowing form dancing, wriggling, coming in my direction. The noise grew and grew as it came closerg the glowing light became brighter in the half-light. of dusk. It was quite close to us now. My stomach grew tight, the blood rushed to my head, and I began to feel woozy. I almost keeled over as the monster, bright with phosphorescence, came roaring past us. I did not notice myself turning to follow its path as it disappeared around a bend of the river-bed. Dad and mother were standing a few feet away from me, but I did not see them. All I could hear was the diminishing sound of the monster and a laughing from out of the darknss. Suddenly I seemed to come out of a trance, and I looked down at the once empty river-bed to find to my amazement that it was full of water. As I stared over the tlowing river, I realized that I had seen the tidal bore of the Peticodiac River. The power and on-rushing force with which it had come still had me in a state oi' bewilderment until Dad's voice came through to me: NVe should be moving on now. Twelzty-fire