Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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Wanted One Speler Cadvertisementl Each of us, at some time, will have to write a letter of application. We include the following letter as a handy guide for future reference. 187 Fenn Ave. Willowdale, Ont. May 6, 1966. Mr. Alfred Irving Spelers Incorerated 120 Bloor St. East Toronto 5, Ont. Deer Mr. Irving You're advertisement in the Toronto Star for a speler interested me immeanealy. I should like to aply for the possition. In a few weaks I shall be graduated Cpermitlyb fro-m Pikering Colege, where I have successfully completed eight yeers of grade twelve. In my senior yeers I woned a speling B For the past two years I have partisipated in speling B all over Canda. Because of my experiances across Canda, I have picked up a unkue form of speling as my letre Sugests. Informative conserning my works and my caracter may be optained from the folowing: Mr. Maxwell Smart, Top Speler for Control, Address unknown. Mr. Smith, assistant speler for The Evening Telegram. Mr. Moris Wolfe, Councellor for you'res truly. I should be very glad to come for an interview at any time exsept on Mondays from 1:00 PM to 12:59 AM, Tuedays from 9:35 AM to 9:34 PM, Wednesday from 2:16 PM to 1:59 AM. In general, I won't be availableg All my leeves are cut. Yours truly, Love, Bob. XOXOXOXOX -Robert Grieve Twenty -nine

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Northern Ontario: Utopia of the Western Hemisphere Kirkland, Sudbury, and The Sault, Timmins and the Lakehead too- these are just a few of the densely populated areas that are found in Canada's most industrious region. From a geographical point of view, Northern Ontario completely surrounds that small, insignificant southern village of Toronto. From the border of Manitoba it follows the Great Lakes around to the northern portion of Georgian Bay, and then extends directly eastward to the Quebec border. There is no other expanse of land so beautiful, so peaceful, on earth. In winter the sparkling snow engulfs the wondrous pine trees, while in summer the moon spreads its glory over a quiet lake. Springtime brings the pure water gushing over the numerous falls, and autumn brings the glorious colours of Mother Nature to full bloom. The Lakehead, composed of Port Arthur, Fort William and Terrace Bay, is famous for its bustling ports, wine, women, and a little bit of song. Sault Ste. Marie, its breweries and steel mills working 'round the clock, has helped Northern Ontario achieve its great height in the industrial world. Canada's most productive lumber community, Thessalon, is world renowned for its beautiful jackpine and its toothpick factories. Sudbury, the nickel capital of the world, sends forth its great politicians and philosophers each year to help Ganada's spirited economy. Another one of its exports is Nuts and Bolts , that favourite pre-meal snack. North Bay, often referred to as The Gateway to the North , is the site of a Bomarc missile base, solely concerned with protecting Ganada's manufacturing empire. Kirkland Lake, The Hub of the North on the Nile of Gold , may soon replace Ottawa as the nation's capital. From this great northern community branch all phases of industry. Inflation would overtake the American economy if Kirkland Lake were not willing to supply a minute portion of its gold to Fort Knox. Timmins, Cochrane and Kapuskasing complete the major centres of the vast, influential North. All the other cities have less than 200,000 people. This is just a brief summary of Northern Ontario. For further information, check the Encyclopedia Britannica, Volumes IX to XIV. -Tom Bryant. Twenty-eight

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H u rricane! There it lay, a beautiful green island in the middle of the sun-drenched Atlantic Ocean. It was only eighteen miles long and less than two miles wide, shaped like a huge fish-hook. There was not a prettier sight to be seen for hundreds of miles. Small pastel-coloured houses with gleaming, lime washed, white roofs dotted the entire surface of the island. Around the coastline many secluded bays and inlets served as moorings and shelters for all types of sailing and pleasure craft, from little one-man punts to large, luxurious cabin cruisers and sailing yachts. The whole southern side of the island was an eighteen-mile stretch of pink, sandy beaches, washed gently by the warm, turquoise waters. All during the heat of the day, these beaches were used by sunbathers and swimmers. During the cool of the early morning and the evening, they were deserted except for the occasional pair of lovers locked in their passion on the sand, a lone equestrian trotting his horse along the water-line, or someone who just came to sit on the rocks and listen to the sound of the gentle surf and the cry of the sea-birds in the cliffside nests. The island was entirely surrounded by brown coral reefs which formed a natural ring of protection. At low tide they jutted as much as four feet out of the water, and at high tide they were barely discernible in the gentle wash of the sea. One day during the late summer, there was a lingering heaviness in the air which seemed to forecast something terrible. The dead heat of the atmosphere was absolutely suffocating. There was a surprisingly heavy surge and swell along the reefs with no noticeable wind to account for it. There were certain signs that forecast, to some of the more experienced natives of the island, an inkling of a spell of rough weather. First, there was a mass exodus of crabs from their holes on the southern shores of the island. They were moving inland in thousands, across the road that ran along the coastline above the beaches. Secondly, there were still many old fishermen around who still believed in the ancient custom of predicting the weather by observing the sediment in a bottle of shark's oil, hung outside in a tree. On this day, the sediment in the oil was swirling around inside the bottle. To them, this was a sure sign of bad weather. That evening, a breeze sprang up from the south-west. The sun set in a wierd- looking sky that was overcast with a dirty, yellowish haze through which the half- light of the rapidly gathering dusk shone wanly. By the time darkness had fallen, the wind had switched direction and was blowing fairly strongly from the east. During the night, short rain and squalls drummed on the rooftops and the window panes of the houses on the island. These were followed by sudden calms, where lightning could be seen playing along the horizon. The restless seas could be heard, pounding across the reefs. At dawn the next morning, low, gray clouds could be seen, scudding above heavy seas. Inland, treetops were whipping and lashing in frequent gusts of high winds. By mid-morning the barometer was dropping steadily and the wind was becoming stronger. l Thirty