Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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Pickering College, Ie octobre, 1965 Chere Maman, Je suis ici maintenant depuis un mois et les choses s'avancent. Chaque iour il y a quelque chose de nouveau! Pour tout confesser, l'ecole a bien de la chance puisque ie suis ici car ie suis touiours pret a tous aider. A ce moment deia, i'ai conseille M. Biere de la maniere dans laquelle on doit diriger cette ecole J'ai dit 6 mes professeurs la facon dans laquelle ils devraient enseigner leurs classes. Grace a moi, ces classes marchent assez bien! Chaque soir a neuf heures et demie et, aussi, de temps en temps le matin, avant les classes, ie tire ma Bible de ma poche et commence et Iire 6 ces pauvres garcons. Je suis bien recompense car les garcons me remercient continuellement. J'assiste a des matchs de football et donne mon appui 61 l'autre equipe en disant a mes camarades de ne pas faire mal a ces bons voisins. Bien entendu, ie ne suis iamais involve dans ces sports car tout le monde ici sait bien que ie suis trop grand et vigoureux pour ces petits garcons! Et Maman, ne t'inquiete pas quand il s'agit de regarder les notes de mes epreuves. Je conserve mes efforts pour de grands examens et puis, tu verras des notes vraiment merveilleuses! Franchement Maman, ie ne suis pas certain que tous les garcons me comprennent mais, c'est encore de bonne heure, n'est-ce pas? Peu't-etre plus tard verront-ils que ie suis la personne la plus importante de l'ecole. Comme ie suis content que tu m'as touiours assure de ce fait! Cordialement, assurement, et avec toutes mes tendresses, Ton bon fils, Malcolm J. Rasputin. P.S. Quelques iours passes il y avait un iour pour nous, les nouveaux garcons. Tu seras bien contente de savoir que i'ai refuse de co-operer en faisant des choses ridicules! Maintenant ie suis plus bien connu que iamais! Twenty-six

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Liferary

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The Ballad of Cut-Up McGoody Gather 'round all you rodders, for I want you to hear Of an untold story 'bout a brave buccaneer, Cut-up McGoody was this rodder's name, On a nine second gasser he rode to fame. all records in his B machine, competition quit when he made the scene, rode was of his own design And the trophies he won numbered 289 . He conquered 'Cause the The gasser he Timer called McGoody 'bout half past eight And he kissed his girl at the staging lane gate, Strapped himself in, put his gloves on his hands, Said, T his is my trip, to the promised land . That 33 Willys with thefbig Chryco Mill Took McGoody to heaven but he's famous still, The fans all knew by the wide slick's squeal, That Cut-up McGoody was at the wheel. He chased it off the line 'bout four thousand, With the beef-up clutch 'bout to break its housin', The twist went back to the limit slip end, With the big Buick rims startin' to bend, McGoody said Car, now don't you fret We're still together and we didn't give yet, I'm goin' to run you 'til the engine slows, The slicks give out and the rear end goes . It was about here that the end came in sight, The slicks were so bare, they were gettin' no bite, The engine sounded rugged, transmission a goin' The car was still runnin', but the strain was a showin' Cut-up McGoody roared through the din. He'd stick with his car through thick and thin, For he loved to hear the roar of old number one As he chased it off the line for another run. Headaches and heartaches and all sorts of woe Are all part of a draggin' show, But tales that are noble, earnest, and grand, Belong to the life of a draggin' man. -J im Leslie Twenty-seven