Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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lite ary short story -FRED Vonr HEN ir sEe.xMr: Clarita to me. that my chance to become premier was smaller than I had thought, I became tired of the human race. I decided to turn my back to the whole society, and travelled to Marseilles with my girl friend, where we embarked for an island, that was recommended to me as uninhabited and lovelv. Since we had gone aboard at night, I could not inspect the ship before the next day. It had a crew that seemed a bit tired of living. The captain was always drinking in his hut, as he should. There also was a big ape aboard, that walked loose at night and always tried to make a hole in the ship to see if there would be much water coming in. The sailors smiled at the ape and his hobby. They didn 't expect to return from their voyage anyway, but I wanted to reach the island, and distracted the ape at night by imitating a gorilla for him. As I expected, things did not turn out so very bad. We did not drown at all, and after three weeks one of the sailors asked us: Didn't you want to go to an island? Sure, my friend, I answered cheerfully. XVell, there it is, he said. Don't we stop there '? I asked, and looked at the horizon. He shook his head. We took our suitcases and jumped overboard. After we had been swim- ming for quite some time my friend said, The guy is calling something. I looked around and saw that the sailor was beckoning us. XVhat did he say? the girl asked. I don 't know, I said, something about sharks, I think. For a long time she swam beside me, thoughtful. Maybe he meant there are sharks around here, she then said. And sure enough, before long one of these fishes came along-side us. Stop, he called, hands up! I told him I could not do that, because I was swimming. They all say that, he replied bitterly and swam away. The island came nearer and nearer. There were trees on it, so at least we could hang ourselves when we did not like it. That thought cheered us up. VVe reached the shore, finally. A naked negro met us. Didnt you say the island was deserted? my friend asked me. I answered that the man was here without any right, but already he had introduced him- self politely. I've settled here as a cannibal, he explained, nice of you to come, your wife makes my teeth water. Now I hate ambiguities in company of ladies, so I coolly asked him to shut up. But he meant it friendly. I just had break- Twenty

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art exhibitions NTI'IRES'l'1Nli i+IYIDENClC of Pit-kerings traditional interest in the arts was pro- vided by an exhibition in Ut-tobf-1' of painting, svuipture and vra1t'ts 1-resisted by past and present ineinbers of the t'uileg'e vunnnunity. ,Representative works by no fewer than eleven artists were shown whose combined ussnviatioils with the selnml spinnieti the 11nzn'ter-century sinee the re-upening' in 1927. A stiniu- lating Variety nt' style was aippzirelit in the various inedizig it might be said, llill'2lI,i0Xil'iliij' and 211JIlI'0P1'iiiTOif', that these artists have in ennnnon a highly ilidivithizilistie illlIll'UHf'il to their work. In i QiJ1'l1Hl'j', Mr. A. -I. lfussmi exhibited sketvhes and wziter-enlours painted thiring the previous sunnner and fall at Lake Muzinuw and Bz1rry's Bay. In- teresting' insight into Mr. CZISSOHQS zippibzivli and technique was given by his slmwing ui' ai larger wurk in fiifi'l'1'Cl1'E stages oi' lll'Ug'l'l'SS i0XY2ll'liS eunipletion, and of several pages of pencil sketvhes from his note-book. These exhibitions were well-zltteiidi-ml by frienfls oi' the t'oileg'e and ineinbers ui' the publie, and Pickering is must, grateful fin' the generous interest and eo- nperaticni of the artists who inznie them possible. Ii1ci.mr. Ur. A. Y. flf11'lf.wn1, with Brave llobsun Hefty and Doug. !'m11'f'urrI uf Nr. C,'11sson'.v Nhozr. 'YfI1t'lCt'71

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fast, he told me, a cold sailor with some salad. I have to watch my weight. I applauded this, and tried to look as skinny as possible, but the man talked quite amiably, and wanted to know why we had come to the island. Oh, well, we got fed up with it, I explained, there are elections on this moment you know. Ah, the same here, he replied, a great fight, sir. I am rightish, myself. Liberty, sir, especially for me. Away with all those papers! VVe can 't read anyway, sol what 's the use? The chief wants everything in his own hands. If he man- aged that, I would not earn so much in my factory, see. VVhat business are you in? I asked. Well, we can missionaries. Then he invited us into a tree, in which he appeared to live. VVe were sitting a bit uncomfortably, but got used to it. What do you do? he asked. I told him I was a reporter, and wanted to explain what a paper is, but he said sophisticatedly, Oh, we have them too, but with white letters on black paper, because we're negroes, you know. There are too many papers nowadays, though. Hear, hear, I replied. We talked a bit more, and finally said good-bye, to look for a tree to spend the night. But on the way we were seized by a group of hungry by-passers, coming from some party. They immediately began preparing us. When I was lying beside my friend in the pan, she said, Perhaps we should have stayed in Amsterdam to vote for the Labor Party. Indeed, I said, maybe they need exactly the two of us. XVe would have talked on, but it got hot. in the pan. Besides, they added onions to us, a horrible smell, and you see, we reallv .... TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON -PAUL CHAPPLE January -- the month grows cold, February - the days are few, March - the winds no longer bold, April - when the rains are new. May - the sun is growing bright, June - the flowers begin to form, -Iuly - the nights are very light, August - thunderheads and cooling storm. September - hard winds start to blow, October - leaves are falling quick, November - comes the first of snow, December - expectation of St. Nick. Mother Nature, ere since birth, Has kept all order on the earth. Twenty-on e