Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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N . :sf l I Li r A ff I r .751 v41'ftl'1 'A 2.5. .Y ' -f i iff h., , 'J -fl' fe-.,' .sesame l Q i .Q HUMAN TRAITS Dogs' characters greatly resemble people in many ways. The greyhound's and setter's characters are probably the best examples to be associated with humans. The greyhound is a very athletic type oi dog. lf he were human, he would play tennis without his shirt. He will always oblige a challenge or game. He will compete against himself or go out to seek a challenge. Because of his sporty manner he is adaptable to nearly all sports of skill which require a fair amount of coordination. The eager look on his face usually foreshadows his plan. The setter, on the other hand, is of a somewhat different nature. His dignity portrays his likes and dislikes. li he were human, he would wear a tweed iacket, smoke a pipe, have an arrogant manner, and would participate in intellectual conver- sations. When the greyhound would go scuba diving, the setter would remain at home and read about the state of the world. When the greyhound wouid play tennis, the setter would go to the opera. When the greyhound would be surfing, the setter would be at the art gallery. Setter is more concerned about the state of the world, its economy, and the more spiritual aspects of lite. He does not want the rich, fast playboy life which our friend greyhound gambles with. Setter is humiliated at times with greyhound because greyhound does not take life seriously, but he forgives greyhounds fooiish ways. Greyhound does have a fair amount of insight, so he forgives the setter. it the two could reasonably combine some of their human traits, we would be left with either the ideal dog or the ideal human. -Graham Beaton I get iii. 'GQ ff' 5: -4.- ' Y. 1' THE VOYAGEUR 29 4

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THE l.AST BUS As she stood waiting for the bus, her mind drifted back to a time when she and Bob had been happy. The tears slowly trickled down her face. She began to wonder if there was still any love between the two of them. I approached her slowly, realizing that, although she would probably treat me with total disregard, I had to explain. I knew that if she would see it my way, we could work on it together. I drew closer, and I could see the tears streaming down her face. She turned sud- denly, as if startled by my presence. Then, just as suddenly as she had turned toward me, she turned away. The thoughts of what I should say went through my mind. I walked away, toward the coffee shop, and I could see from the corner of my eye that she was watching me. With a sideways nod of my head, I motioned for her to follow me. She slowly smiled and picked up her suitcase. She moved into step beside me, and as I looked at her, I could see the tears disappearing and her smile growing. We sat down at a back table, and she began to gaze into my eyes. Bob, she said. At the same time, I said, Sue We looked at each other and laughed. I could see that she was quite saddened by our sudden departure from each other. By then we had finished our coffees, and still the sad look was In her eyes. The public address system announced that the last bus was now leaving for North Bay. She looked at me and kissed meg I didn't know what to say. She ran towards the bus and got on quickly. She sat in a window seat and stared blankly through the glass. I heard the diesel roar to life, and waved once more. As the bus siowly backed up, I could see her mouthing the words: I love you. - Derek Benness . ,, ye, 5, .P , pgi yg, H I . . , 'yi ' f -, 1 . Y , 15 I P x.. -' f V I ' .. Q , ' , .. . 1. I gl . JI, l 2 tv fx ' V ,f i ' f i z . , 71 .f ' - -3' ' If e ,. , f I 5 A'-I 1 1 ' ' A' I lf' Eff ' 6' ' 1, r W ' F! I , -ff S f 9' if A 28 LITERARY N V

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THE GLOVE The hands that reached to grasp the top of the wall were as steady as a rock. Then, with a jump, John Bright dropped noiselessly on the grass. He walked across the garden quickly and cautiously. There was little chance that he would be recognized by anybody. John climbed up the drain pipe to the room on the third floor. He clung to the windowsill by his fingertips, and with a swift move he was inside the room. This was the house of Edward Morgan, a retired lawyer whose hobby was collecting ornaments. Morgan was be- lived to possess antiques which bore unbelievable value because they were made of gold during the reign of the Roman Empire. Bright could find the golden ornaments fairly easily. Few precautions were taken against robbery in this small town. He took as many of the ornaments as possible and shoved them into his pockets. At that moment John heard a sound, and the door opened. He say Morgan standing there. John uttered Mofgan. Immediately Bright thrust a golden knife into Morgan's body, and he fell to the ground. John stood in front of the corpse and attempted to reassure himself. l am safe, he thought. No one has seen me, and the police won't suspect a respectable jeweler like myself. He poured all the loot into a crucible in the basement of his house. He then shoved his hands inside his pockets. He felt nothing. A kind of horror filled his face. His glove was gone, and on its lining was his name! Silently John Bright jumped into the small room again. Quickly he switched on the light, the dead body was in front of him. He saw the golden knife still in Morgan's body. He stooped to grasp the handle in order to pull it out. His heart was pounding violently. Just at that moment the door opened with a crash. Stay there and don't move. Put your hands over your head! Morgan's son was holding a gun in his hand. John's house was on the way to the police station. He asked the inspector if he could get his coat, since it was quite chilly outside. Two police officers proceeded first into the house, John followed. The house was dark. John stepped on something. He picked it up and turned on the light. When he realized what was in his hand, he fell to the floor. lt was the glove which he thought had been left in Morgan's hcuse. I -Wilson Leung 30 LITERARY 1 nnrunes cnmouruice ,Q .. Out of the many wonders of nature, there comes one that puzzles mankindg that is, nature's camouflage. Beyond the birds, the trees, the bears, the grass, the flowers, the lakes, and any other wonder, there lies silent force that we call nature, hidden by its diversifieriei camouflage. The only interruption of nature's camoutlagegjl is mankind, with his own camouflage to protect from nature's everlasting presence. Nature's variety of birds is a good example of she has perfected the art of camouflage. For instance, oee' 1 the pheasant's colouring protects it as it mingles in if 5 wheat field and remains still, even to the point where' i a predator is only a few feet away. ' Man's camouflage against nature's existence. are his .r'i massive cities. His gigantic steel and concrete structures. protect him from rain, snow, and many other of nature's. 1 devices. However, in some instances, such as tornadoes, ' nature is the victor. J Man and nature will become one with the arrival of the lce Age. This will remold man's camouflage into it nature's camouflage. ln the end, nature will, as before, . reign supreme. -Rohm Minky , . -311 .ABQ .117 4-f JV, If M ' t. . . - 'v' ,k , f , . .Jetta J