Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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say it now -CARL ODNEY They do not fell us what they lfnoug The dead, before they go. PHILIP Cmmm: The Victoriion House IIY is rr THA'r Most' rnormi mourn so painfully over the death of someone dear to them U? Obviously this is too difficult a question for anyone even to attempt to answer generally, but certainly there must be something basic which causes such a widespread emotion. Sorrow is to death as joy is to birth. Birth is talked about and looked forward to with great joy while death is set aside in a dark corner ot our minds never to be faced until the great tragedy occurs to someone closeg and it hurts. t'lose relationship is of the utmost importance to every member of a family, and the problems of birth, love, life and death must face each member. There is no definite pattern to these problems: they vary with every person. The realization that everyone faces death as well as life must confront everyone at one time or another. A religious concept of death, that after death there is an eternity with tlod, is perhaps the greatest comfort for members of a family who have lost a loved one. But there is still great mourning. It is my belief that the mourning is primarily caused by the many things left unsaid tthe things that could have been said and weren't, the things that might have been said, but that there was no apparent need to say themj between the living and the dead. We don't realize how little actual conversation passes between, say, a father and a son regarding the manner in which to live or the love that exists between them. These things should be expressed now, before the time comes when they regret not having expressed them. Knowledge and emotions can never be completely shared between two people, but if an effort is made to share them as much as possible, mourning will be lessened. NVe feel we are a part of the person who has died, and only with time does this feeling subside. But if feelings are expressed and ideas exchanged, death is not really too hard to take. So, say it now. the best teacher I ever had -PETER GREEN N EARLY S-rzirmiviisnx wnicx I isoxanizn THE TRAIN to return to school, I felt a definite pang of sorrow that the holidays should be over. Opening the aisle door to the coach, I stood with my bag in my hand, staring at the people pre- paring themselves for the journey. I spotted a seat and quickly weaved my way toward it. Shoving my bag into the rack above, I sat down. As I turned to peer out of the window, I glanced at the man sitting next to me, and decided from his appearance that I didnt like him. Twenty-two