Port Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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Bob was thinking how lucky he had been to secure such an impressive office for such a reasonable rent. Yes sir, he-what was that? Someone had just entered the outer office. His first client. Hastily Bob grabbed and scattered the contents of his briefcase all over his desk. Then he picked up the phone and started to give what he considered to be impressive legal advice to the imaginary person on the other end of the line. When his client entered, Bob signalled him to wait and continued his conversation. At length he replaced the receiver and spun around in his chair. With his arms folded on his desk and a smug smile on his face he said M What can I do for you?” ’’Nothing, ” the man replied, but I may be able to help you. I am from the Northern Telephone Company and I came to hook up your phone. ’’ John Fowler Grade 9 AN EXCITING ENCOUNTER It was Hallowe ' en, the most horrid time of the year. It was evening. The day had been fine, and now a tinge of frost lent a zest to the autumn air. The sun shot blood-red streaks across the sky as three friends and I chatted together in the roadway and plotted a long-anticipated revenge on mean Mr. Smith, a stern old- timer who lived down the road from me. As all the clocks struck ten, four shadows silently entered Mr. Smith ' s barn. A wagon load of wheat was in there ready to be taken to town next morning to be sold. We plotted for a moment and started unloading the wagon. We untied the bags of wheat and emptied it all over the floor of the barn. Mr. Smith and his family were in bed sleeping, but strange noises coming from the direction of the barn and an occasional growl from the dog had awakened Mr. Smith. Curious, he decided to investigate. Hurriedly slipping into his trou¬ sers and a coat, he crept silently, with a shotgun in one hand, and a lantern in the other, to the barn. Finding a crack through which he could catch a glimpse of what he supposed might be thieves, he saw us at work. We all chuckled as the last bag was emptied. Our job had been completed, so we sat down and rested and laughed over our prank. But just then the barn door creaked on its rusty hinges; we rose to see the stern eyes of mean Farmer Smith glaring at us. Our first impulse was to run, but the farmer could distin¬ gui sh our identities in the lantern light and then too, he had a gun. Silently he approached us. Well, he said, you young scampers have worked hard tonight, but your work isn ' t completed yet. He told us to bag all the wheat and put it back on the wagon. It was about one A.M. when we finished putting the wheat on the wagon. I had never been so tired in all my life. After that night my friends and I never did anything bad, and I never will. Margaret Byers. ESSAYS Grade 13 RESTORATION AND PRESERVATION Workers of the w o r 1 d , unite, you have n o th i n g to lose but your chains ! What an inspiration these words, written by Karl Marx, must have been to thou¬ sands of oppressed people. Yet these very words, the keys to Communism, have deceived thousands. True, the workers of the world may have lost their chains 60

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cavern but the sun and the wind blew the grains of crystal across the cavern until soon there was no more: the desert had swallowed up all that was man and all that remained was of God. Grade 13 Jack Schoon THE PRISONER Derrick rolled over. His eyes opened slightly. A brilliant shaft of sunlight burned into his head. Quickly he buried his face in the pillows and tried to sleep again. n To-day, he thought, Why to-day? Why not to-morrow, or the day after? Why not yesterday? Blessed sleep cut off his questions. His head ached continu¬ ally from the rank air and his body was stiff and sore because of the brutal beat¬ ings he had received at the hands of his jailers. In the beginning he had learned to sleep because there was nothing else to do. Now he was glad that he could sleep because it was his only escape from reality. At least, when he slept he was ob¬ livious to the world around him. Several hours later he awoke again. This time there was no escape. He was too restless to lie still so he stood up and moved to the tiny, barred window that was his only link with the outside. There was a hard knot in the pit ofhis stomach. He was hungry, but he couldn ' t eat the slop that had been left for his breakfast. His last meal and he couldn ' t eat it. Outside sunlight twinkled merrily on the thin crust which covered the soft snow on the ground. In the distance he could see a huge expanse of trees. They were perhaps a mile away. A few months and then it would be spring. Derrick could imagine the tiny green leaflets that would soon be growing on the trees. He could see the brilliant flowers and hear the happy calls of the birds. Why did he have to die ? There were tears in his eyes as he turned away from the window. He didn ' t want to die. He was too young to die. There was so much of life to look forward to. But there was nothing ahead of him. Not anymore. He, Derrick Elmer Rob¬ inson, had been sentenced to death by a puppet court, deep in Nazi Germany. They had called him a spy, but he was wearing his R.A.F. uniform. He wasn ' t a spy, but he hadn ' t even been given a chance to defend himself. Death before the firing squad , the judge had bellowed at him. To-day he was to die. Does it hurt? he wondered. Strange, nobody had thought to tell him. What was it like to stand and face those guns? Well, he ' d soon know, but he ' d never re¬ member. Perhaps that was just as well. It might hurt terribly, but then, one can never really remember pain. This thought was no comfort, and he buried his face in his hands as he sat on the edge of the hard bed. This was something that happened to other people. It could never happen to him. Yet he was waiting for death. How many nice letters of condolence had he written to wives and mothers of his friends? There were so many. He hoped that someone would write to Helen. She would appreciate it so! What if no one told her that he had been a wonderful buddy? Why hadn ' t he bothered to make more frie¬ nds? Surely there would be someone who would go to see her. How many bereaved relatives had they visited together? He ' d never kept count, there were so many. Some of them would surely help to console Helen. He and Helen had always been so close. As small c h i 1 d r e n they had played together. They had always known that they would get married. There was never any question of that. Sometimes now it was as if she was standing there beside him. He felt a bond between them. It was as if he knew when she was thinking about him. What about the kid? His name was Ian. He was seven years old now, just getting to be a pal. He ' d miss his Dad. He and Derrick would get up to get her in 58

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when they overthrew Capitalism, but only in exchange for a second and heavier set under Marxist domination. Marxism is an evil which threatens the freedom of our nation at this very moment and it is, as such, an evil which we as free cit¬ izens must abolish. This strange, and still not so strange, ism is posing a serious menace to our future freedom, our families and even world peace. Despite its many facets and complicated theories, Communism is not difficult to comprehend. The Party leaders intend to conquer the world and all their plans are blue-printed towards this objective. We must see Communism as it really is to-day, a treat to humanity and to each individual. Marxism is a false religion. In the past twenty years a concerted effort has been made by the Communists to turn time back to an age of barbaric cruelty and despotism, all in the name of progress . In this ’’faith , evil is represented as good, terror as justice, hate as love, and obedience to a foreign master as pat¬ riotism, There is no God, matter is the basic reality. It is far more than a mere economic, political, social or philosophical doctrine. It is a way of life, a false materialistic religion. Under communist domination man would lose his belief in God, his liberty, his trust in justice, mercy and love. Everyone in a Communist State is a slave. What are the aims of Marxism? The primary objective is to create a man who will be an instrument of the State, a tool in the hands of a few Communist bosses. Under Communism the individual is completely subordinate to the State. A true Communist has to feel it is his duty to owe everything to the State and in return he will receive - absolutely nothing. Beneath the yoke of this rigid system of discipline, the indivifual is subjected to a restraint which impose s upon him uniformity and ensures the supreme power of the State. Nikita S.Kruschev, leader of Soviet Russia, reveals his own hypocrisy to us when he asserts the fact that the Soviets have no aggressive intentions and then turns around to say that they are Leninists and are for peaceful co-operation; but he is only attempting to get the free world to relax and then, when the time is ripe, the Communists will launch their attack and finally chant their funeral dirge over the free world. However, Communism is not as strong as we believe it to be. Never in a free election have the Communists won over an entire nation, and if it will achieve their purposes the Party leaders will resort to unlimited bloodshed. The Party members firmly believe that it is their destiny to conquer the world. Unless the responsible citizens of the free world do something to prevent this conquest, they will. It will not be because Communism is stronger than we are, not because it offers a better way of life, but because we may recognize too late who the Comm¬ unists are, what they are doing, and what is necessary for the ultimate defeat of Marxism. With its false principles the Communist Party is deceiving thousands of its own members. However, if we see the true nature of Communism its spread may be effectively cut off. The world’s intellectuals must see that here is the deadliest enemy of intellectualism and 1 ib e r a 1 i s m . Then they must dedicate themselves willingly to the death of this enemy just as have the Party members to their cause. When the responsible people become aware of the evils before them in the Marx- istDoctrines they will unite to wipe out this monster of corruption which to-day is a serious and very real threat to the freedome of the entire world as well as to the freedom of every man, woman, and child. Citizens of the world, unite, you have your freedom to gain! Lynne Kerr 61